Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
EMMETT
My eyes haven’t left her since the moment she walked through my front door. Imagine my surprise, when pretty little Blair willingly came to my house and to party nonetheless. She doesn’t strike me as the partying type but she strolls in with her roommate, Aspen .
Now that makes sense.
My blood thrums through my veins at the notion of following her. Pushing myself off the wall, I trail after her like a lion stalking their prey. She enters the kitchen and grabs a water bottle while she scans her surroundings. She’s looking for me, I can tell. A smirk spreads across my face and my heart skips a beat. My little obsession came for me.
They mingle and make their way back to the living room but shortly after, Aspen leaves her side and doesn’t return. Eventually , Blair moves around the room, her eyes searching the sea of people, assumingly for Aspen .
Based on the defeat crossing her features, I’m guessing she has gi ven up as she heads towards the backdoor. I see her hand begin to turn the knob when Braxton Willingham , one of the biggest bastards to ever attend Blackwood , places his on top.
He catches her attention and she looks speechless, with wide eyes and an open mouth. She should close it unless she wants me to shove my cock inside. My nostrils flare at the situation, knowing I can’t show her right this moment that she belongs to me.
Strike one.
Once he’s out the door and Blair seems to come back to reality, she makes her way to the kitchen and finds Aspen there with Eli . I watch as she grabs a bottle of tequila and takes two shots. Aspen walks over with two more and Blair grabs one, downing her third.
Surprising .
She throws her shoulders back and saunters to the living room. She weaves through the crowd, moving closer to the speaker, and begins swaying her body to the music. Her eyes slowly flutter closed and it’s like a spotlight shines on her. Everyone around fades into a blur, the music has dimmed to a dull vibration and all I see is Blair . My new little obsession.
The sight quickly turns to hell on earth when I see Braxton sidle up behind Blair , wrapping his arms around her waist, swaying in sync with her. They continue their dance for a few minutes and once Blair’s eyes finally flutter open, she makes eye contact with me.
Either , I need to leave or someone is going to die, most likely Braxton . Shaking my head, I narrow my eyes on her while standing up to my full height and walking off before I do kill him .
Leaving through the backdoor, I walk to the side of the house and light a cigarette. I’m not a big smoker but in times of stress, nicotine calms me. After seeing another asshole’s grimy hands grazing her skin, I have the urge to pummel Braxton .
But the urge to claim Blair is greater. The beast inside is clawing its way out, begging to be unleashed. Exhaling my last pull, I stub the cigarette on the concrete and toss it into a bush.
Returning to the backyard, I let my eyes wander over the premises until I spot Blair walking towards the depths of our property. My heart skips at the fact she's alone.
Did she come outside looking for me? I watch her as she finds a lawn chair and plops down in it. I study her for a few minutes before making my presence known.
Walking up next to her chair, I clear my throat and look down, meeting those perfect brown eyes.
“ You’re not cold?” I ask rhetorically. Blair rolls her eyes and snorts, attempting to deny the truth. I assume she doesn’t want to talk to me because, without a response, she stands and stomps her way back inside. Without letting another second pass, I’m closing the distance between us, invading her space.
Blair whips around and stumbles backward, her back now adjacent with the wall. She backs away trying to create some distance between us but fails as my chest becomes pressed against hers and I feel every thump of her heartbeat. My infatuation with her is growing by the minute.
Abandoning all thoughts of logic, I take my hand and slink it between our bodies. Her breath hitches the moment my fingertips touch her chilled skin. Slowly , I start to drag my hand u p the inside of her thigh. Goosebumps pebble on her skin and I want to taste them.
Reaching the bottom of her skirt, I let my hands continue their way upward as I push up the soft material with it, exposing more of her legs until I reach her white lace thong.
“ That's fitting, white for an angel.” She whimpers at my words and her mouth falls into the most perfect “ O ”. After what feels like an eternity, I reach the top of the lacey material.
I lean down until I’m level with her ear and whisper, “ But you want to come play with the devil, don't you?”
I pull back, tilting my head while I stare at her. I take a handful of her silky curls and twirl it in my fingers. Bringing her hair towards my nose, I inhale, letting the scent of her consume me.
Sliding my other hand over the top of her panties, I feel her wetness starting to seep through. With a low chuckle, I begin to slowly rub small circles over her clit through her panties. Her wide eyes bounce between mine, her mouth hanging open.
“ Mmm , it feels like you do, baby. That innocent face could never hide what a dirty girl you really are.” I whisper in her ear. I apply more pressure while continuing lazy circular motions, causing her to start breathing heavily.
“ I - I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She stutters out. Her breathy voice paired with the feel of her under my hands causes my cock to start straining against my jeans.
“ Oh , is that so?” I hum. “ Let’s check.” I grip the lace and pull it to the side, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her pretty little wet pussy .
“ Fuck , Blair ,” I murmur. I take a finger and rub it along her pussy, feeling her arousal coating my hand. “ Look at you, pretty girl. I can feel your lies dripping from your cunt.” Tiny soft whimpers fall from her lips as she grabs my forearms, her nails digging into my skin, leaving crescent moons in their wake. She looks up at me with hints of rage and I watch her pupils dilate with desire.
“ That’s just biology. That doesn’t m-mean anything.” She tries to deny it, yet she moves her hips slightly, seeking more of my touch. I tsk at the sight of her defiance. Raising my hand, I give her cunt a light slap.
“ Just biology? Do I need to prove you wrong? Is that what you want, baby?” I say, pressing my pointer finger a little harder to her clit and begin rubbing in slow circular motions again. Her eyes flutter closed, sighing at the touch. Feeling her without the barrier makes my cock throb in my pants where precum has started leaking.
“ Should I stop?” I question. Her eyes spring open and she seemingly feeds into her desires as she gives me a small shake of her head. I almost would have missed it had I not been paying such close attention to her.
“ Words , my little obsession. I need to hear you say it.” I purr, continuing my slow movements.
“ No ,” she whispers, accompanied with a little gasp.
“ Hmmm ,” I hum low. “ Not good enough. I want to hear you beg for it like the greedy girl I know you are.”
Taking my finger from her sweet spot, I pull back, causing her to let out a sudden whine. She looks up at me with that same defiance and desire battling in her eyes .
“ No , I want you to touch me. Please . Please , don't stop,” she whispers.
“ Please ?” I say, patiently waiting for her to finish her sentence.
“ Please , Emmett . Touch me, please.” She begs. Her chest is heaving and she’s breathing hard, looking animalistic and so fucking exquisite. I'm back on her in an instant.
I run my fingers through her slick folds, gathering the wetness and bringing it back to her clit. I drag one of my fingers through her moisture before slowly sliding it inside of her.
So . Fucking . Tight .
Her eyes flutter closed with a quiet gasp and I decide to ease another finger in, stretching her.
“ You’re so fucking tight.” I rasp out. The feeling of her warm pussy squeezing my fingers as I pump in and out causes my straining erection to ache as more precum leaks out.
I press my lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling down until I reach the curve and bite down, eliciting a needy gasp to slip past her lips. She curses and I feel as she gets wetter and her pussy clamps down on me.
Soothing the sting with a soft lick, I kiss the bite then ask, “ Do you like a little pain, baby? I think you do by the way your pussy is squeezing me.” She moans and bucks her hips more but she doesn’t give me a verbal response.
Her arousal is seeping down my hand as I continue my assault on her clit, while I keep working my fingers into her. She senses me preparing to widen her with a third finger and whimpers in pain, causing me to look up at her rather than watch her cunt swallow my digits .
“ What's the matter, baby? You can take it.” I coax while I start to push the digit in deeper, stretching her even more.
Her pussy squeezes tighter, like it's trying to pull me in and never let me go. The feeling goes straight to my cock, that’s throbbing with the little room it has in my pants. The need to be buried deep inside of her is ferocious and I’m not sure that I can hold back for too much longer.
“ You’re taking my fingers so well. Such a good fucking girl. Look at you.” If the way she whimpers and grows wetter at my words is any indication, I would say innocent little Blair has a praise kink.
Pushing my fingers as deep as they'll go I'm met with resistance. That makes me pause. Interesting , my little obsession must be a virgin. A smirk begins to form on my face.
“ Tell me baby, has anyone ever touched this sweet pussy or are you an innocent little virgin?”
“ That's none of your business, asshole.” She argues weakly. She’s dancing around the truth, but that's okay…for now. Her face and chest redden, along with the clenching of her walls and hitch of her breath, I’ve got my answer.
Still , I have to punish her for calling me a name. I pull my fingers out and slap her cunt again. Her hips buck and a yelp leaves her throat.
“ You like that? You like when I treat you like a filthy little whore?” Her eyes widen and I shove my fingers back inside her dripping pussy. The way she grips at my arms lets me know she does.
I'm looking forward to discovering everything that she likes, committing it to memory, and spending the rest of my days pleasing her .
“ Pretty little Blair , ” I coo while curving my fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside her. “ You might be all sweet and innocent but I’m about to make you sin.” I keep pumping my fingers in and out as the wondrous sounds of Blair’s arousal fills my ears and drips down my hand.
With her desire coating my fingers, I feel as my cock jerks inside of my pants. The little whimpers that keep falling from her lips mixed with the feeling of her, have me about to bust in my pants like a fucking virgin. I feel her start to clench around me as she nears her own.
“ You look so beautiful like this, all worked up, fucking my fingers. Ride them, baby.” I grunt.
She whines and trembles in my hold, “ Oh shit.” She moans.
“ That's it, sweet girl, let me feel you strangle my fingers. You’re doing such a good job.” I murmur while licking and nibbling on her neck. The walls of her cunt start to convulse and spasm around my digits while she throws her head back and lets out the most heavenly sound I've ever heard. Fuck .
The beating organ inside my chest cavity that I presumed to be dead starts to thump faster at the breathy moans leaving Blair’s lips and the look of pure euphoria that covers her face.
She clings harder to me as she bucks her hips, chasing the last waves of her orgasm as it washes over her. I slow down the thrusts of my fingers until I've rung every last drop from her.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I lift them up to look at them. In the glow of the moonlight, they glisten and shine with the evidence of her desire coating them.
“ I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look,” I grunt as I raise them to my mouth and drag my tongue up the length of my finger, licking the remains of her arousal off of it.
I let out a groan as the tang of her reaches my tastebuds. I repeat the same motion with the other two fingers I had buried inside of her delicious pussy, licking up every remnant of her I can get. She stares at me in disbelief with widened eyes, and her breathing starts to pick up once again.
“ There is something seriously wrong with you.” She whispers as the defiance and reality start to make their way back to her. I can’t help but smirk. I lean in and let out a small chuckle. Goosebumps form along her neck and shoulder.
“ There is. You .” Pressing a small kiss to her jawline and pushing off the wall, I leave her there, spent and using the support of the wall to hold her up on her shaking legs.
As I enter the house and trek up to my room, I realize I'm not just having a little fun with Blair .
No .
I feel a desperate need for her to be so close, we could merge into one. To inject her in my veins, as if I might go through withdrawal without her. In such little time, Blair has embedded herself under my skin, giving me a new addiction.
My little obsession.