3. Emery #2
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He draws a slow circle around one tight bud, moving to the other.
He takes his time. Patient as ever.
Like there’s no rush.
No morning on the horizon.
There’s only us and this night together.
Hayes kisses me again, and I might as well be in the Garden of Eden, taking a bite of the apple. There’s no going back from him. I’ll pay the price for this sweet taste of freedom. If this is the last decision I make, it will be handing myself to this man.
He reaches down between us, slipping my underwear to the side and sliding two fingers over my core. A touch that makes my skin feel too tight. My mind blurry. My hearing fuzzy.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck as he rolls his fingers over my slickness.
“Fuck, Emery.” He groans as he teases my clit. “I need this pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Yes.” I tilt my head back as he kisses my neck again, biting at the soft flesh. “Should we go inside?”
“Are you worried someone might hear us? Or better yet, see us?” He grins against my neck, and I swear he likes the thought of it.
Blood rushes to my cheeks. “Maybe.”
“You’re a fucking vision.” He kisses the hollow of my throat. “Let them see you.” He kisses lower. “Let them hear you.” He frees his cock and presses it at my entrance. “Don’t be afraid to show them how perfect you are.”
Like the key in a lock, his words set me free. For a blink, I see the world through his eyes. As something to be enjoyed. I see myself beneath his stare. As someone who deserves more. Who shouldn’t be apologizing or cowering.
For a moment, I see what he sees, and I want to shine.
“Fuck me.” The words are barely out when Hayes drives deep.
A single, brutal thrust that tears through with no mercy.
I wasn’t sure that was real—that I’d feel the moment my body was claimed for the first time.
But pain shoots through me as tears prick in the corner of my eyes, and I wish it wasn’t so obvious because now there’s no hiding the truth of what I’ve just done.
“Emery.” Hayes freezes, his thick cock filling me. “What the fuck just happened?”
He pulls back to meet my gaze, careful not to move his hips as I wince with every little movement. Color drains from his face as a single tear slips down my cheek.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t know what you’d think. I didn’t know how to say it—”
“You were a virgin?” He swallows hard.
I nod once, barely, wetting my lips and praying he doesn’t kick me out of his room right now. “Yeah.”
“Why—” He shakes his head, still not moving.
I grab the sides of his face, forcing him to look at me. “Are you angry?”
“Fuck no.” There’s no hesitation, which makes me feel the slightest bit better. “But you should have told me. Fuck, I just—Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” I assure him. “This is what I want. It’s what I need right now. Please don’t stop.”
Hayes swallows, and I think he might deny me, but then he presses his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. His hips rock, and I wince, adjusting. But he’s slow, careful, as he does it again and again.
Hayes looks at me, and I stare so deeply into his eyes that I lose myself. I’m a piece of him as he slowly claims me. As he rocks deeper and harder with each thrust. Until water splashes around us.
Pain turns to pleasure until I’m tingling from our kiss down to my toes. Until I can’t hold back anymore, and I’m screaming into the night for anyone who might hear us. That only spurs Hayes on more.
His teeth rake over the soft flesh of my neck, sending shivers to my core. His hands glide over my skin like he’s memorizing every inch, so I do the same. I explore him as he thrusts into me. The thickness of his shoulders, the harsh cut of his jaw. The threads of gold in his rich, green eyes.
I can’t get enough.
He’s captivating.
Devastating.
His fingers thread into my hair, gripping and holding tight. Tilting my face to his as if my eyes hold an answer he’s been searching for. Water laps around us, every sensation heightened. The breeze kisses my wet skin until I’m prickling with awareness. Flooded with emotion.
Hayes snaps his hips, deep and quick, striking the heart of my being. His thick cock slides in and out, striking a place I didn’t know existed. Blooming pleasure I’ve only ever imagined.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He kisses my jaw. “So fucking sweet.”
His tongue traces me until he’s claiming my mouth, devouring me. With his body, his words. This man chomps a bite from my being, and good lord, he can keep it. He can keep all of me.
Hesitation flaps away on the wind, and I steal all I can get.
My kiss gluttonous.
My touch urgent.
He’s a craving. A longing I didn’t know I had.
The louder I scream, the harder he fucks me until I’m coming apart around him, and he’s grunting with his release.
We cling to each other at the side of the pool, catching our breath. He’s still inside me, and I’ve never felt more whole, even knowing the risks of what I’ve just done. When my uncle finds out—
I can’t consider the consequences right now.
“Shit.” Hayes grunts, looking down between us like he just realized something. “I didn’t wear a condom. Didn’t even think about it.”
“I didn’t think about it either.” I’ve never had to think about it before. “But I’m on the pill if that makes you feel better. I’ve always had these terrible periods, so the pill helps regulate that time of the month—” I cut myself off. “You don’t want to hear about that.”
“I don’t mind.” He holds me tighter, not an ounce of disgust on his face.
“What about you?” I swallow hard, realizing that even though I was a virgin, I might have just put myself in a very dangerous situation, considering he’s a stranger, and he’s clearly much more experienced. “Do I need to be worried about anything?”
“I get tested regularly. And I never go without protection. Well… except for this time, I guess. You make it so I can’t think. You fucking consume me.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “Still, I’ll wear one next time.”
“Next time?” I hitch an eyebrow. “I thought it was clear this is a one-night thing.”
“Night’s not over yet.” He smirks, pulling me in for a kiss as he lifts me in his arms.
Hayes carries me out of the pool and into the room where he delivers on that promise. On the couch, against the wall, in the shower, in the bed. Tomorrow I won’t be able to walk, but it will be worth it.
We talk and laugh and fuck like it’s the last night on Earth. Who knows, for me, maybe it is. At least this is how I get to spend it.