Ember
The second the door to our apartment closes behind us, we attack each other.
The wine has burned away every last inhibition. There’s no hesitation, just raw, desperate need.
Sully pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard, tongue fucking my mouth as his hands slide under my dress to grip my bare ass. I moan into his mouth, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer as I grind against the hard ridge of his cock through his pants.
“Fuck, Em,” he growls against my lips. “I’ve been hard for you all night. Watching you in that dress … you’ve been driving me crazy.”
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the kitchen island. He sets me on the edge, shoving my dress up around my hips, then stops.
“Shit …”
“What?” I still
“Is Cassidy home?” he whispers.
I shake my head. “She’s staying at Marlowe’s tonight. We have the place to ourselves.” I don’t need to say anything more before he has me spread out against the island like his own personal meal.
He pushes up the hem of my skirt. “No panties.” He groans, spreading my thighs wide.
“Such a dirty girl for me.” He buries his face between my legs, licking me like a man starved, long, filthy strokes of his tongue from entrance to clit, sucking my clit into his mouth hard while two thick fingers slide inside me, curling against that spot.
I cry out, fingers in his hair, hips grinding against his face as he fucks me with his tongue and fingers, groaning against my pussy like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls, sucking harder. “Come on my tongue, let me feel you fall apart.”
I come hard, thighs shaking around his head, crying out his name as the orgasm crashes through me. He doesn’t stop, he keeps licking me through it, drawing out every last pulse until I’m trembling and whimpering, too sensitive.
He stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with lust. He pulls me off the island, spinning me around and bending me over it, my breasts pressed against the cool countertop.
He then frees his cock, rolling a condom on in record time, and thrusts into me in one hard stroke, bottoming out with a groan.
“Fuck,” he growls, gripping my hips as he starts fucking me hard and deep. “This pussy feels so good. You love taking my cock like this, don’t you? Bent over the kitchen island like a little slut.”
I moan loudly, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust. He reaches around and rubs my clit, fucking me harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the apartment.
We don’t stop there.
He fucks me on the couch next.
I push him down onto the cushions and climb on top, straddling him, sinking down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. The stretch is perfect, filling me so deep I moan loudly as I start riding him hard, hands on his chest for leverage.
“Fuck, yes.” He groans, hands gripping my ass, guiding me as I bounce on his cock. “Look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it. Ride me, baby. Use me. I want to feel you fuck yourself on my cock.”
I grind down harder, rolling my hips, loving the way he fills me, the way his cock hits that perfect spot inside me with every movement. My breasts bounce with every thrust, and he leans up to suck one nipple into his mouth, biting gently as I moan his name.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me,” he growls against my skin. “I love how you squeeze me when you ride me like this. You’re so eager for it, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of my cock stretching you open.”
I shake my head, riding him faster, chasing the pleasure building inside me. He slaps my ass lightly, the sting making me gasp and clench around him.
“That’s it, Em. Fuck me like you own me. Show me how bad you need this. Let me feel how much your body wants me.”
I come hard, clenching around him, crying out as the orgasm crashes through me.
He flips us suddenly, pinning me beneath him on the couch, and fucks me through it, hard and deep, but he’s not done with me yet.
He then bends me over the back of the couch, fucking me from behind.
He stands behind me, one hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back as he thrusts into me hard and deep.
The sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as he fucks me with long, powerful strokes.
“Fuck, Em,” he growls, tugging my hair just enough to make me gasp. “You look so good like this. Bent over for me, taking my cock so deep. You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you? When I take you from behind and make you feel every inch.”
I moan loudly, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust. The pull on my hair sends sparks down my spine, the slight sting mixing perfectly with the pleasure of him filling me.
He slaps my ass lightly, the sharp sting making me clench around him. “That’s it, baby. Push back on me. Show me how much you need this dick. You’re so fucking responsive for me. Every time I pull your hair you get even wetter.”
I’m losing myself in it, moaning his name, my body moving with his, chasing the building pleasure. He reaches around and rubs my clit in tight circles, fucking me harder, deeper, his voice low and rough in my ear.
“I love how your body reacts to me. Come for me, Em. Let me feel you come all over my cock while I’m buried inside you.”
I come hard, crying out, thighs shaking as the orgasm crashes through me. He fucks me through it, groaning my name as he follows me over the edge, burying himself deep and coming with a low, guttural sound.
We make it to his bed eventually, where he ties my hands to the headboard and fucks me slow and deep, whispering filthy praise in my ear until I come again, sobbing his name.
I’m completely at his mercy, arms stretched above my head, body open and exposed for him.
The way he looks at me, dark, hungry, possessive, makes my pussy throb with anticipation.
He crawls over me, kissing me deeply as he slides into me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely.
He fucks me slow and deep, grinding against my clit with every thrust, his mouth on my neck, my breasts, my lips.
“You feel so fucking good like this,” he murmurs against my ear, voice low and rough. “Tied up for me, taking my cock so deep. You look so beautiful when you’re spread open, letting me use you.”
I moan, pulling against the tie, hips rolling to meet his slow, deliberate thrusts. He keeps the pace torturously slow, drawing it out, making me feel every inch of him as he moves inside me.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, biting my earlobe. “Feel how deep I am. Feel how perfectly you take me. You’re such a good girl for me, letting me fuck you like this. I love how your body squeezes me when I hit that spot. You’re so eager for my cock.”
He keeps whispering filthy praise in my ear as he fucks me, telling me how beautiful I look tied up for him, how perfect my pussy feels around him, how much he loves making me moan his name. The combination of his slow, deep thrusts and his dirty words pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
When I come, it’s with a broken sob of his name, body shaking, pussy clenching around him as the orgasm crashes through me. He fucks me through it, slow and steady, drawing it out until I’m trembling and whimpering, too sensitive to take any more.
By the time we finally collapse, exhausted and sated, the sun is starting to rise.
The morning after is chaos. I wake up to a loud scream.
“What the fuck?” Cassidy is standing in the doorway of Sully’s room, eyes wide, mouth open in shock.
I sit up quickly, pulling the sheet up to cover my bare chest. Sully bolts upright beside me, hair messy, eyes still half-closed from sleep.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. You two, in his bed. What the actual fuck?!”
Fuck!
I panic, my heart is racing, face burning with embarrassment and guilt. “Cass, it’s not … we got really drunk last night and kind of did something stupid. It was a one-and-done thing. It didn’t mean anything. It was just the alcohol talking.”
Sully nods quickly, rubbing his face. “Yeah, it was stupid. The alcohol was talking.”
“Ew, get dressed and meet me in the kitchen,” she says, shaking her head and walking out the door.
I burst into tears as I grab one of Sully’s tees from the ground and throw it on because all my clothes are …. Shit, where we left them scattered through the apartment.
Sully sits up, pulling me into his arms as I cry. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmurs, rubbing my back. “Breathe, Em. It’s going to be fine.”
“I can’t believe she saw us.” I sob into his chest. “She’s going to hate me. I betrayed her. I slept with her brother. What the hell was I thinking?”
“You didn’t betray her,” he says softly. “Cassidy loves you. She’s shocked, but she’ll be okay. We’ll talk to her together. It’s going to be fine.”
I pull back, wiping my tears. “How are you so calm? She just saw us naked in your bed.”
He smiles, that sweet, reassuring smile that always makes me feel safer. “Because I know my sister. She’s dramatic, but she’s not going to turn on you. And I’m not going to let this ruin your friendship. We’ll figure it out.”
I nod, still shaky, but his calm voice helps. We dress quickly, me in his T-shirt and a pair of his shorts, him in sweatpants. He pulls me into a quick hug before we leave the room.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Not really,” I admit.
He squeezes my hand. “We’ve got this.”
We walk out to the kitchen together, hearts pounding, ready to face whatever comes next.
Tears slip down my cheeks as I look at my best friend. “I’m so sorry, Cass.”
Cassidy stares at us for a long moment, then does something completely unexpected. She starts laughing. Not angry laughter, but genuine, doubled-over, clutching-her-stomach laughter.
“Oh my god.” She gasps, wiping tears from her eyes. “I’m so proud of you,” she says, rushing over and giving me a tight hug.
I blink. “What?”
“Not you,” she says, pointing at Sully. “You’re still gross.
But Ember. I never thought you would ever move on from that toxic relationship you had with Kevin.
I mean, it’s kind of fitting that you moved on with the help of my brother because it’s not like it’s the first time that’s happened,” she says, talking about our past. “You seem to always be there, helping Ember pick up the pieces.” Her eyes narrow on him.
He rubs the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable.
“Look, it’s gross that you popped your divorcée cherry with my brother,” she says, still laughing. “But I’m happy for you. Now that you’ve had your rebound, you can get out there and start living your single life.”
Sully and I just stare at her, stunned.
“We are going to have too much fun being single together,” she says, hugging me. “Now, I think we all deserve a round of coffees. I’m going to rush downstairs to the café and grab them while you guys clean up in here.” She winces, looking at our clothes scattered on the floor.
She leaves, still laughing as she closes the door behind her.
I look at Sully, completely lost for words.
He rubs the back of his neck, looking as stunned as I feel. “Well, that went better than I expected.”
I let out a shaky laugh, wiping the last of my tears. “I thought she was going to kill us, or at least kill me.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Cassidy’s always been full of surprises.”
We stand there in awkward silence for a moment, the reality of what just happened sinking in.
I bend down to pick up my dress from the floor, suddenly very aware that I’m still wearing Sully’s T-shirt and shorts. “I should get changed.”
“Yeah,” he says, grabbing his own clothes. “Me too.”
We move around the living room in silence, picking up the evidence of last night’s chaos, my dress, his shirt, my bra hanging off the back of the couch. The air feels heavy between us, the easy intimacy from the night before gone.
As I pull on my own clothes in the bathroom, my mind spins. Cassidy thinks it was just a one-time rebound. She has no idea it’s been happening for weeks. I feel a sharp pang of guilt for lying to my best friend, but I tell myself it was the right thing to do.
When I come out, Sully is in the kitchen, filling up a water bottle. He looks up when I walk in, his expression guarded.
“I’m going to head to the gym to let you two talk.”
I nod, feeling a pang in my chest. “Okay.”
He grabs his stuff and heads for the door, pausing for a second like he wants to say something more but doesn’t.
I stand there in the kitchen, feeling the weight of everything that just happened.