Chapter 23 #2
Unclenching my fists, I turn my head to find Emma leaning against the jukebox, facing me, while “Call Out My Name” by The Weeknd plays. She winks and heads to one of the two private bathrooms in the back.
“Fuck me,” I mumble and run a hand through my hair, wondering how such a sexy woman gave me the time of day.
I’m not oblivious to the way I look, but she’s on another level.
Emma can demand the attention of an entire room just by the way she walks, and she knows it.
But she can also remain hidden if she wants to. I’ve seen both sides by now.
I jog to where Jamal is. “I’ll be right back, Jay. The food is on its way.”
He nods and leans his head against the wall while scrolling through his phone, looking a little more alert but still tired. At least he won’t be paying attention to where I’m going.
Looking around the room, I see that the other six people here seem occupied, and the girls from earlier are gone.
Good.
I knock on the door, and it opens a bit before opening all the way. The second Emma locks it, she attacks me.
Her mouth is on mine, and I almost trip backward before steadying myself and matching her eagerness. We sigh as our tongues instantly meet. She pushes me against the door, rubs my already hard dick, and bites my bottom lip, dragging it out.
“Fuck,” I growl and clench my ass cheeks to keep myself from coming on the spot.
I open my mouth to say something else when she lays a finger over my lips and shakes her head from side to side.
Seems like she’s taking over.
Is it because she was jealous of the girl I was talking to? The thought only makes me think of what the douche said at the bar, and I tangle my hand in her soft hair, pulling it back as I hiss when she rubs my dick harder, giving me a wicked smile.
Switching our positions, I slam her back against the door and lift her high enough for her pussy and my dick to line up. Her heels dig into my ass, making me flinch. I kiss a path down her neck, causing her to moan as a scent of something floral, woodsy, and citrus surrounds me.
Pressing myself closer to her, I rub my dick against her pussy, making her gasp, and I know it’s because she’s only wearing a flimsy pair of leggings and can feel everything.
Her eyes bore into mine. My next stroke causes her to shiver and exhale a long moan.
The sound makes my body stiffen. Emma knows I like her and that I’m very attracted to her, but she’s so oblivious to the power she has over me and how much I’ve tried to ignore the small, nagging voice in the back of my head telling me to stay away.
Her body presses against mine, and I raise a brow in warning. Like I told her on Wednesday, she could make me come in my pants like a teenager, and if we keep going down this road, that’s exactly what will happen. I won’t be able to stop myself this time.
She nods, giving me permission, and rubs herself against me, practically mewling and begging me to make her come.
I smirk. “You’re going to come just from me rubbing you with my hard cock, Princess?”
Emma narrows her eyes. “Says the thirty-one-year-old man who’s about to come in his pants,” she spits.
The bit of self-control I was holding on to dissolves, and all I see is red, only feeling my hard dick against her pussy.
Letting out a dark chuckle, I drop her. Emma looks at me with wide eyes and gasps when I lift the hem of her long-sleeved shirt, exposing her flimsy bra.
“What—”
Before she finishes her sentence, I push the bra up to expose her perky tits and take her ass in my hands, carrying her to line us up like we were before, and I thrust. The friction of my jeans against her covered skin causes her to shut her eyes and moan.
It’s funny that she thinks this is all I’m going to do now that her tits are in my face.
Squeezing her ass cheeks, I press her harder to me as I move faster, making us both sigh.
Emma wraps one hand around my shoulder and presses the other against the wall until she’s shaking and on the verge of coming.
That’s when I lean down and bite her nipple harshly, making her yelp in surprise.
I soothe the sting by licking the spot, and she looks at me with the most lustful eyes I’ve ever seen.
She likes the pain.
I bite her other nipple harshly, and she covers her mouth, quieting the scream that leaves her as she begins to shake.
My dick hardens even further. Oh fuck, she’s close.
Emma is the only woman I’ve seen shake like this, and from her answer to my question the other night, it’s never seemed to have happened before to her either.
I hope it hasn’t, and it means her body’s only ever reacted this way to mine.
Her movements become sloppier the more I lick and bite her rosy nipples. Our covered bodies continue to brush against each other, both of us on the edge. Her moans become breathier, and I can tell she’s about to explode. Emma isn’t quiet when she comes, and neither am I.
We both seem to have the same idea when her hands tangle in my hair, and she whispers, “Come now.” Emma’s lips cover mine, and she whimpers as I groan, rushing my movements, until we both stiffen, and I feel the tingling from my toes to my dick and come in my pants for the first time in years.
Emma follows me a second later, shaking twice as much as I swallow her moans and my grunts vibrate through my chest.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
We keep coming as I thrust slower, and our tongues follow the same rhythm.
My toes curl at my last spurt, and Emma tucks her head into my neck as our heavy breaths are the only sound filling the room.
“Em—”
She quickly covers my mouth with her hand, unties her legs from my waist, and hands me the box of tissues to clean myself up with, as she does the same.
Great, now not only does the air feel tense, but also awkward.
Emma finishes quickly, as I take more time because, well, I’m a guy and I’ve never come that much before. The last thing I want is to show a stain in my pants. I’m heading straight home after this, there’s no way I’m letting anything soak through these black jeans.
Throwing the tissues away and zipping my pants back up, I see Emma lower her shirt, tie back her hair, and wipe under her eyes.
She looks at me through the mirror and turns, standing on her tiptoes when she reaches me, and whispers, “I know we haven’t sorted things out, but one thing you should know about me is that whether we’re casual or not, I don’t share. Ever.”
My eyebrows rise at the finality in her tone. She smiles, tucks a piece of paper into my hand, and walks out of the stall, closing the door behind her.
Unwrapping the paper, I find a phone number written on it with no note.
I lean my forehead on the door, close my eyes, and let out a long, frustrated sigh.
I’m so fucked.