15. Cassie
Last week I hadn’t considered running lines with Emmett, but after spending a few hot minutes in the elevator, I knew I needed more time alone with him.
My body craved his presence. I longed for his small gestures, like touching my arm or lower back, and holding my hand. I couldn’t see him in the studio and not think about what it would feel like to have his lips against mine. Every time he winked at me from across the set, a blush would creep up my cheeks and my stomach would flutter with butterflies.
I know I shouldn’t pursue Emmett. That’s not what I’m doing. Even thinking about it complicates my plan. I wanted to rehearse scenes with him, knowing they have intimate moments, and just hope the lust and tension disappeared. I figured if I knew what it felt like to kiss him, it’d leave me feeling satisfied, content, and able to go about my day, no longer daydreaming about Emmett’s head between my legs.
Fuck.
I was wrong.
So wrong.
It made me want him more.
The instant our lips touched, it was as if I lit the grand finale of a fireworks show in my belly and it’s still going off. It’s sending electric rhythms throughout my body and my brain is having a hard time deciphering what I should do versus what I want to do.
What I should do is not rehearse another scene that I know will probably lead to me saying something foolish. I should leave. I should say thanks for the help and this means nothing and I promise I won’t be awkward tomorrow.
Except I’d be lying. Sure, I’m thankful for his help, but for selfish reasons. I picked these scenes on purpose, knowing it would force him to either say yes, and kiss me, or no. If he said no, I’d at least know he didn’t like me. Or want me. Is there a difference? Or maybe our kiss would be terrible and I’d be able to forget about it even easier.
Also, this means everything and I will definitely be awkward because now that I know what it’s like to kiss Emmett, I don’t want to do anything else. I want to kiss him more.
So, we’re rehearsing a second scene. A scene that I threw in on a whim, in case I wanted an excuse to pretend for a little longer. To pretend we are two people who are madly in love and alone at last. We are alone, but not in love. It’s just a… I don’t know. I like him. More than I want to admit to myself.
Especially as he openly stares at me, with the deepest of brown eyes that suck me in and hold me captive.
Without breaking his stare, I mutter, “Okay, I’m ready.”
Emmett nods and smiles. He takes a seat on the couch and holds out his hand toward me. I raise my eyebrows and wait for him to explain what he’s doing. I thought we were standing to run these scenes, as this scene doesn’t call for anything different from the other one we just did.
“Sit on my lap.” Emmett pats his leg with his left hand, waiting for me to make a move.
“Yeah, no, I get that. Why?” I look at the script to double check it doesn’t call for this position. I hold it up in front of me to show. “It doesn’t specify sitting in this scene.”
“It’s called improv, Sass.” Emmett grins. “You asked for my help and I ama professional.” He winks, and that alone turns my insides to mush. “Trust me?” He moves his hand toward me again.
I roll my eyes but place my hand in his, curious to see where this scene will lead. He pulls me toward him. I place a knee on either side of him, straddling his thighs. I don’t know where to put my hands, so I opt to put them in between us. The script is still in my right hand in case I need to see the lines.
I shift, adjusting my body to sit closer to him. Emmett’s left hand moves to my waist, gripping me. When I look to meet his gaze, he has flushed cheeks and soft eyes. He hardens under me, I’m assuming, because of the proximity of our bodies.
His hand grips me a little tighter, as if he’s afraid I will change my mind and get up. Too late for that. Once I”ve set my mind on something, there”s no turning back. I need to see this through to the end. I want to know what happens if I push him just a bit more, testing the limits of his patience.
Emmett glances at the script in his right hand, his eyes moving to find his line.
“I’m glad you invited me to come out tonight,” he says, locking our eyes together.
I memorized these lines, so I don’t bother looking at my script. I knew I would need to be in the moment with Emmett, so I prepared. When I asked him to rehearse lines with me, I wanted to give in to the tension between us. Just a little.
“Me too. It’s been nice to finally have some alone time. Just the two of us.” I move my left hand to his chest, rocking my hips forward to move our chests closer together. Emmett’s breathing hitches and then settles, his following breaths deeper.
Emmett’s gaze trails from my eyes, to my mouth, to between us to where our bodies connect. He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment, before looking back up at me and smirking. If I could read his mind right now, I know what he’d be thinking. What the fuck are you doing to me? Do you feel this too?
To which I’d respond, I feel it all.Too much.
He finally breaks our stare and looks back at the script.
When he looks up, a soft smile appears. “It was always going to be this way. You and me, you know? I always knew it’d be the two of us in the end.”
I knew that line was coming, but I was not prepared to hear it come out of his mouth sounding like that. The honest tone of his voice is enough for me to throw all caution to the wind.
I know it’s just a line in this scene, but it feels like way more. It’s just Emmett and me in our little world, just the two of us. No one knows what we feel for each other, and we haven’t even fully admitted that to one another.
I look at the script between our bodies, contemplating my next move. I could stick with the script, deliver the lines, and that’d be that. I feel prepared enough for the showcase. Although I know the reason this feels easy is because it’s with Emmett. Romance scenes are always easier when you have a more intimate relationship with your partner.
You know what? The past few months, I”ve been sticking to my comfort zone and playing it safe. I”ve been working twice as hard and focusing on preparing for this showcase. I”ve spent hours and hours working on my craft, all with the goal of securing a role that proves to myself this move was worthwhile.
Fuck it.
I look up from the script, meeting Emmett’s eyes with mine. I drop the script between us and move both of my hands slowly up his chest, to his shoulders, and clasp them behind his head.
I bite my lip, drawing his gaze quickly to my mouth before it snaps back to my eyes.
“I want to kiss you,” I say in an even tone.
Emmett’s eyes widen, his eyebrows furrow, and his head tilts by default. He turns his head to the right and looks at the script still in his hand. He quickly scans for the line I delivered. Knowing him, he more than likely memorized my response to what he said, and the line I just said is not in the script.
By the time his eyes meet mine, his cheeks are flushed with light pink. “That’s not in the script.”
I shake my head, my hands still clasped around his neck. I rock forward, bringing our chests mere inches apart.
“It’s called improv, Hotshot,” I tease, throwing his words back in his face.
Emmett rolls his eyes, dipping, then shaking his head with a small chuckle.
With his head still dropped, he glances up at me through his eyelashes.
“Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you going to kiss—”
I’m cut off by Emmett’s hand grabbing my neck, pulling my face to his. Our lips slam into one another.
This kiss differs from the first kiss. That kiss was short-lived, a small peck. It was like dipping your toes into the water, trying to feel if you want to go in deeper. This kiss is the opposite. It’s a full on cannonball.
He reaches between us, grabs my script, and tosses it to the side. His hand reaches my jaw moments after, cupping my face and encouraging me to turn my head to open more for him.
Our pace slows, each movement becoming more deliberate and filled with passion. It”s as though our mouths are exchanging secrets, savoring what we”re not allowed to taste. We shouldn’t be doing this. We”re not allowed to be together. Except we don’t care. We’re acting on weeks of built up tension, colliding and exploding.
His hands trail down my back, pulling me closer until our chests touch. I move my right hand to his hair, grabbing and lightly tugging as our tongues dance around one another.
A low groan slips from his mouth, begging me to keep going.
He applies light pressure as his hands grab my hips, encouraging me to move. I move rhythmically, rocking back and forth. When our lips break apart, Emmett brings his to my neck. A breathy moan escapes my lips, which only causes him to grip me harder. I spread my legs wider, trying to close the small gap that remains between us. His dick strains in his pants, pleading to be let out.
I grab his face and bring it back to mine, kissing him with intention. The movement of my hips gets faster as his length hardens more beneath me. It only encourages me to kiss him deeper.
“Cassie,” Emmett says between kisses, but I keep going. He growls, grabs my jaw, and pushes me away, separating our lips. “If you don’t quit grinding on my cock, I won’t be able to stop. So either we stop now while we’re ahead, or I take you to my room and fuck you until my name leaves those beautiful lips.” His hands drop back to my waist, tracing small circles with each thumb.
My cheeks darken, flooding with warmth. I bite my bottom lip and avert my gaze. What’s happening between us is feeling real, very fast. I thought I was ready to progress things between us, but I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect to feel the need for him like I do now.
I also didn’t expect him to want me as much as he’s showing me right now. I was dumb to think that this was merely a small crush, something that I could easily shake off and forget about.
Emmett’s right hand cups my face, turning it to face him, forcing our gaze to meet.
“Where’s your room?” My voice is barely a whisper.
The hand that was cupping my face moves to be behind my neck as Emmett pulls my face to meet his. Our lips touch, as we savor the decision to continue exploring this side of our relationship.
Emmett takes his hands and hooks them under my butt, lifting me off of the couch as he stands up.
As he walks toward his room, I break apart our kiss, giggling and resting my head in the nook of his shoulder. What should be a romantic moment is interrupted by my laughter, and Emmett holds me tighter, squeezing a little harder.
When we reach his bedroom, he walks to the side of his bed and lets go. I land on the mattress. Emmett holds himself above me, one hand on either side of my head.
“Is there something funny you want to share with me, Sass?” Emmett asks.
I shake my head, unable to form sentences at the moment. I place both of my hands on his chest and push, signaling him to let me up for a second. He obliges, leaning back and stepping to the side.
I hop off of the bed and turn toward him. He’s not saying anything, but he’s watching me. His gaze remains fixed on me, never missing a single movement. I grab the bottom hem of my shirt and lift it above my head. By the time I have my shirt off, Emmett has moved closer to me. He beats me to the clasp of my bra.
“Let me.” Emmett takes a step forward and whispers into my ear. He dips his head and kisses my neck while his hands reach behind my back. I tilt my head to the right to give him more room. When he successfully unclasps my bra, he takes a strap in each hand and slides them down my arms, exposing my breasts. His gaze follows, along with a sharp intake, as my nipples graze his shirt.
After my bra slips from his grasp, he mirrors my action by shedding his shirt. His mouth moves to mine as his hands grasp the back of my shoulders, bringing us closer, as if it’s possible to get even closer than we are now.
“Take off those little shorts and get on the bed,” Emmett commands between kisses.
I loop my thumbs into my shorts, pulling them down along with my underwear, leaving myself bare.
I sit on the edge of the bed, leaving my legs spread for him. Like clockwork, his gaze travels from my eyes, to my breasts, to between my thighs.
I close my legs, causing his eyes to snap back to mine. Emmett’s cheeks are flushed after being caught staring.
“What now, Hotshot?” I tease, knowing full well what he wants from me. I like to hear him say it.
“In the middle of the bed. Now.”
I scoot toward the head of the bed until my back touches the pillows. Emmett follows me, crawling toward me. Gravity causes my legs to naturally open, giving Emmett the opportunity to move closer.
He moves to be in the middle of them, resting his still-strained cock between my legs. He leans to capture my mouth with his. Our kisses are now hungry, passionate.
Using his left arm to hold himself up, he takes his right hand and slides it down my body. He finds his way to the space between my legs and starts gently caressing my clit with his thumb, tracing small circles where I ache for it the most.
“More,” I say with a breathy sigh.
Emmett applies more pressure while also increasing his speed. My breath hitches as I get closer to an orgasm, small moans escape my mouth.
Emmett moves his head down my chest, pleasuring me while taking time to lick each breast. He gives small kisses, navigating down my belly until he replaces his thumb with his tongue, my back arching in response.
He uses his left hand to massage my right breast, tugging at my nipple, which is currently a stiff peak.
He inserts one finger in my folds while continuing to lap at my clit, bringing me to reach my first climax of the night.
I grab his hair and pull his head up, cupping his jaw and pulling his face to mine. Tasting myself on his lips and giving myself to him. Finally breaking the barrier between us that’s been doing nothing but causing tension.
Emmett sits up to slide off his pants and underwear, his cock springing from the confines of his pants.
I sit up, reaching for his dick. He stops me. I push out my bottom lip in a pout.
“I need to fuck you, otherwise I will come on you, when I’d much rather come inside you,” Emmett says.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
Emmett nods. He leans over me and opens the drawer on the nightstand to the left of the bed. He pulls out a condom, which I take from him. Emmett stares at me as I open it and slowly slide it over his length.
He positions himself in front of me and teases my slit with his cock, sliding it up and down.
I put both of my hands around his waist, to his back, and try to pull him to me. I want him to stop teasing me and fuck me already.
He slams into me and drops his mouth onto mine to siphon off any moans coming from my lips. I open my mouth, once again inviting his tongue to dance with mine. Between the passion coming from our kiss and Emmett thrusting in and out of me, it feels like we will both hit our climax in record time.
He puts a hand between my thighs and starts rubbing my clit to help me reach another orgasm. I dig my nails into his back and arch mine.
“I’m almost there. Don’t stop,” I say with a sigh.
He thrusts harder, faster. He increases the pace of his thumb on my clit, causing me to say the one thing he asked for.
“Emmett.”
And with that, we finish together, and the sound of our synchronized breaths fills the room with pure bliss.