Chapter 19 #2
Every time one of the guys got in a relationship, I made some joke about it, but I was finally beginning to understand why they’d do just about anything for their women.
“Yeah, it’s pretty spectacular,” I said, but I wasn’t talking about the view out the window.
“I have a very serious question to ask you,” Emmie suddenly said. She turned around, her back resting against the glass.
I crossed my arms and tilted my head to the side. “Ask away.”
With all the lights off except for the few lamps in the living room, I couldn’t see her eyes clearly, but I felt them on me.
Felt the heat as her gaze traveled from my arms up to my face.
When she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, I had to stomp down the desire to get up and replace her teeth with mine.
I kept myself still against the side of the couch, waiting for her to continue. The blood in my veins heated with each passing breath.
“Em,” I prompted when she still had yet to say anything.
“When are you going to fuck me against these windows?” Her words came out in a rush, like she’d been holding in the question for hours. Had she been thinking about me taking her against the window from the moment she walked through the door?
“Do you want me to?” I questioned.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you to,” she shot back. Oh, how I liked feisty Emmie.
I chuckled as I stood to my full height. I prowled toward her, like a lion stalking its prey. The tension in the air grew with each step.
“Did you know I’ve pictured fucking you right here more times than I can count?” I crowded her against the glass, my hands pressed beside her head, making sure not to touch an inch of her skin yet.
“Yeah?” Emmie breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Do you like that you occupy my mind constantly?” I dipped my head, so my lips barely grazed the shell of her ear. “That I can barely go a few hours without picturing your hair wrapped around my fist.”
I felt the shiver that went through her as I ghosted my way down her ear to the side of her neck. Goosebumps littered her skin as I pressed a soft kiss below her earlobe. She was so responsive, and I hadn’t even touched her yet.
“You want me to fuck you regardless of who can see?” I murmured. “If anyone looked up they’d know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
The low moan that escaped her lips made me smirk. She had no idea that no one would be able to see. The two-way glass was specifically made to only let the people inside this apartment see out, not the other way around.
“Tell me, Emmie.” I kissed my way to the front of her throat, gently sucking on her skin but not enough to leave a mark. “If I were to touch your pussy, would I find you already soaked for me?”
She slumped against the window, hands reaching out to grasp the front of my shirt. Her left leg came up to wrap around my hip, hooking around my waist.
“Hm?” I moved up to nip her chin.
“Yes,” she breathed. My right hand came off the window to grasp the side of her bare thigh. The cute little skirt she was wearing for practice was my newest obsession. If only the stitched-in shorts underneath weren’t there. My fingertips played with the hem of them, itching to rip them off.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I trailed my hand to her inner thigh, then upward until I cupped her pussy through the fabric. Her green eyes fluttered as I rubbed my palm against her.
“Mateo,” she moaned, moving against my hand. The sound of my name on her lips was going to be my undoing. I turned my hand over so it was my knuckles pressed against her.
“I should stand right here and make you get off by grinding on my hand,” I mused. Emmie must have liked the thought of that because her hips swiveled. She used her leg on my hip to pull herself closer.
I didn’t look away as she used my hand, the tendons in her neck straining as she fucked the ridges of my knuckles. As much as I wanted to see her come undone like this, I had other plans. I moved my hand away, and Emmie’s eyes snapped open, a whine leaving her mouth.
“What…?”
My chuckle was dark. She wasn’t coming until I told her to.
I put the same on the top of her head and gently applied pressure. I gestured toward the floor with my chin. Emmie slid down to her knees without further instruction.
Fuck. Now that is a view.
She sat back on her heels, hands coming up to grab my thighs, head back to meet my gaze before they moved down to the bulge at the front of my pants. There was no disguising how turned on I was.
I stood there, not moving an inch as I let her decide what she wanted to do. Tension and arousal thrummed through my body with such intensity that I prayed I didn’t come the moment she touched my cock.
Emmie’s eyes flicked up to me as she reached up and grabbed the sides of my joggers. Thank god I was still wearing the clothes I put on to go to the rink earlier. All it took was a firm tug of her hands to pull them down, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.
I gritted my teeth as she rubbed a hand over my hard cock and then squeezed the length through the fabric. It pulsed under her grip, the tip already leaking.
When Emmie leaned forward, pressing her lips against my cock in an open-mouthed kiss, I groaned. The devious smirk she gave me was something else entirely and made my hand thread through her hair tighter. Little minx.
This time, her eyes didn’t break eye contact as she removed my boxers, my hard cock bouncing free and almost hitting her in the face.
“Since you wanted to tease me,” Emmie said, her voice laced with fake innocence. She didn’t wait for my response as she grasped me in her hand, her thumb traced the head, a tingle went through my spine.
My eyes were glued to her movements as she trailed her lips along the underside of my cock, flicking my balls with the tip of her tongue. She did that a few more times before she pulled back. I should have known she would get her revenge and tease me in return.
“Not so fun, now is it?” Emmie taunted, hand stroking me from tip to base as she smirked up at me.
“Careful, firecracker,” I warned.
“Or what?” The light of the lamp showed the twinkle in her eye. Her grip tightened just a smidge, and she slowly dragged her fist upward until liquid pooled at the tip, her tongue flicking out to lick it up. A groan vibrated in my throat.
The victorious look on her face snapped my control. My right hand moved from the top to the back of her head, lacing through her silky strands until I had a tight, firm grip.
With a sharp tug, I drew her head back, my hand bracing the back of it before it could knock too hard against the window.
Her lips parted, surprise flashing across her face.
The muscles in my forearm flexed as I kept her perfectly still, while my other hand grabbed the base of my cock, directing it toward her open mouth.
I hissed as I slid my length over her tongue. The drag of it against me made my eyes roll back. Emmie’s moan vibrated against me as I pulled out just a little, then slid back in.
She looked beautiful kneeling between my legs, hands in her lap, mouth stretched open by my cock, eyes wide and on me. It was going to take everything I had not to come in her mouth immediately.
“Going to put that mouth to good use,” I muttered through clenched teeth. When the head of my cock touched the back of her throat, she barely gagged. “Fuck me.”
Emmie’s hips wiggled, as if trying to ease the pressure between her legs each time my cock hit the back of her throat. I pulled completely out, tapping my length against her lips with a wet smack.
“Please, Mateo,” she begged, breaths coming out in pants.
My question came out almost like a growl. “Please, what?”
“Fuck my throat.” The plea in her voice was one I couldn’t ignore.
“Good girl. Open that mouth wide,” I instructed. “Tongue out.”
I tapped the head of my cock against it. Her eyes were impossibly wide, as if she was afraid to close them and miss a moment of this.
One of Emmie’s hands snaked to the seam of her built-in shorts to touch herself, a moan filling the room. It was enough to undo me. I slid my entire length in her mouth, cock sliding down her throat in one motion.
Her throat bulged, which just made my cock impossibly harder. The wet, dirty sounds filled the living room. Her head hit the window with each thrust of my hips, but my hand was enough of a cushion to not leave a bump.
I lost myself in the feeling of her hot, wet mouth wrapped around me, her gags urging me to go harder and deeper.
A sharp blast of pleasure, mixed with tingles, radiated up my spine. I wasn’t going to last much longer. Not wanting to come in her mouth, I slowed my pace and prepared to pull out. I didn’t even make it an inch when hands grabbed my ass, nails digging in.
“Baby.” My voice was hoarse. “I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t let go.”
Her only response was to grip my ass tighter and push her own head farther, forcing my cock back down her throat. She swallowed, her throat muscles flexing around my cock. A groan left my lips.
Her eyes said what her mouth couldn’t. Come down my throat. When she held still for a few seconds, I knew I was going to do just that.
With both hands holding the sides of her head, I gazed down at her kneeling form and face fucked her. My thrusts were deliberate and erratic. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I only lasted another minute before I muttered a curse, arms and back muscles tensing, balls clenching, before I spilled down her throat. My eyes shut on their own, my head tilting back as I filled her mouth.
My knees threatened to give out as one of the most intense orgasms ripped through my body. Like a good girl, she kneeled there, swallowing repeatedly until there was nothing left.
My hands dropped from her head to rest against the window, body bent over her as I tried to catch my breath. Holy shit.
I twitched as she moved back. I left her mouth with a wet plop. When she licked up what was left on the tip, I let out a hoarse laugh.
Her hands moved over my thighs, under my shirt, and across my abs. My eyes slowly opened, and I peered down at her. I found her grinning up at me, lips swollen, chin glistening with drool. Her fingertips traced my lower abdomen and my V-line in slow easy strokes.
“Are you going to fuck me against the window now?”
With a wordless chuckle, I grabbed her wrists, pulled her hands from under my shirt, and yanked her up. She laughed, but I silenced it with my mouth as I kissed her, backing her against the window.
“Your wish is my command,” I whispered against her mouth, my cock already hardening again.