Chapter 32 #2
She rolls her eyes. “Cut the bullshit. Emma hasn’t said anything, but I can tell what’s going on just by being in the same room with you two. Why do you think all of us came today?”
Now that surprises me.
She looks down at her nails. “Don’t get me wrong, we wanted to help out, but that wasn’t our main intention.
In fact, Jake was going to be the one to speak to you, then Levi and I started talking and decided that I should be the one to do the honors.
” Kamila takes a step toward me. “Whatever’s going on between you and Emma is making her happy most of the time.
Notice I emphasized ‘most.’ Did you notice that?
” I nod, feeling stupid for being intimidated by a five-foot-three twenty-one-year-old.
“Good. Now, the other times when she doesn’t look as happy, she seems distracted and confused.
I know Emma. I’ve known her for over three years now, and if you guys were dating, she would’ve told us.
She may hate talking about her sex and love life, but when it’s something serious, we’ll know.
” She takes another step forward. “I’ve been down the ‘it’s complicated’ road before, Grayson, and it got worse before it got better.
I was lucky, and I ended up with my soul mate, but my story is rare, as I’m sure you know as a divorced thirty-one-year-old man.
” There’s light sarcasm and sassiness in her tone.
And here I thought Emma was straightforward.
“My point is, do not make the mistake of letting her go. Emma is a big girl and can handle things on her own. Trust me when I say she’s stronger than any of us and won’t take shit from anyone, let alone a man.
This is a warning and a favor—this isn’t me trying to scare you away.
” Kamila emphasizes each word. “If you fuck up, and I mean really fuck up, you’ll lose her for good.
Emma isn’t somebody you find every day. She’s one in a million, and I’m not saying that just because I’m her best friend—it’s the literal truth. ”
“I know,” I say quickly. “I know how special she is.”
Kamila nods. “Good. Just remember that this is me being nice. I don’t like interfering in my friends’ love lives like this, but you seem like a nice man…from the little I’ve seen.” She looks at me from head to toe. “I wish you guys the best.”
“Thank you?”
Kamila walks away without saying another word, and it’s only when she’s back in the kitchen that I finally take a breath.
Fucking hell, women are scary. For a woman who says she’s not threatening me, it sure sounds like she is.
Still, Kamila’s words ring true. I know Emma’s special, I know she has people who love her, and I know she deserves to be treated like royalty.
I’ve been told by two different people now, and I’ve seen it firsthand.
I know damn well that I’ll lose her if I don’t make up my mind by the end of the semester on how far I want this to go.
I know I want her, and I’m not ready to lose her.
She is the first woman who’s made me open up so quickly, the only one to make me whimper in bed, and I want to punch myself in the dick for not being able to take the next step.
Jamal walks out of the kitchen. “I gotta go pick up AJ from work. Do you need help with anything else?”
I shake my head.
“Are you good?”
I nod and then shake my head again.
“Oh, you’re a fucking mess. She’s really gotten to you.”
A sarcastic laugh leaves me. “Dude, you have no idea.”
He pats my shoulder and leaves to pick up his girlfriend. Unlike me, Jamal has it all—a stable full-time job, a healthy love life, and a family he sees often.
The passing thought makes me want to rip Emma out of the kitchen and take her somewhere we can be alone. I settle for sending a text instead.
Me: Meet me in my office on the other side of the building in five minutes.
Bubbles appear ten seconds later, and I wait for her response, tapping my foot.
Emma: I’ll see you in five.
Smiling, I walk to my office and clear everything off my desk since it’s necessary for my plan.
Exactly five minutes later, there’s a knock on my door, and Emma comes in quickly.
“My friends left without me and didn’t ask any questions when I said I was staying behind.
I’m assuming they already know, and I wanted you to know that.
” She looks around the room, and I take in her outfit consisting of jeans and a dark gray T-shirt.
She has no makeup on and is wearing the sneakers she only wears when she’s here or going to the gym.
It’s the opposite of her usual attire, which makes her look straight out of a fashion magazine, but this is just as attractive.
“I didn’t know you had an office here. I should’ve guessed—”
I cross the room and slam my mouth onto hers, tilting her head back.
She squeals like she does whenever she’s surprised, then wraps her arms around my back and kisses me just as fiercely. I lick her lips, asking her to let me in. Her mouth opens, and our tongues clash as we fight for dominance.
We don’t stop kissing and moaning as I lock the door behind her and pick her up, feeling her legs wrap around me instantly.
Unlike this morning, our kiss is purely sensual and makes me rock hard. Earlier, it was something entirely different that left me in shock and nervous as all hell. It was too much, and we both knew it. But this…this is what we’re good at.
I set her down and pull my lips away from hers, kissing down her neck, and her light moans drift through the room.
“What are you doing?” she exhales.
“I’m going to lick your pussy for the first time, Princess.” She shivers, and the satisfaction that always comes after she does that courses through me. Unbuttoning her jeans and lowering her underwear, I take the time to take her sneakers off too, wanting her fully undressed.
I back away and point to the desk. “Sit.” Her pupils are fully dilated as she hops onto the desk in one swift movement.
I rub my dick through my own jeans. “Now take your shirt and bra off.” Emma’s eyelids droop as she slowly grabs the hem of her T-shirt and pulls it off, before unclasping her plain black bra, exposing her perky tits and perfect body.
“Fucking gorgeous.” Her breath catches, and her legs slowly fall open, chest rising and falling heavier than before.
Her wet pussy glints with her arousal, making me groan. “And you look fucking delicious.”
I take three steps and pull her to the edge of the desk, leaning down to kiss her, but then move on to her tits, taking each nipple into my mouth, driving her insane to the point where she almost screams.
Grabbing her face, I squeeze harder than usual. “You’re going to take this.” I unfasten my belt, take it out of its loops, and fold it. “And you’re going to bite on it anytime you feel like making loud noises so that nobody here can hear your moans or screams.”
She swallows hard as I wait for her to decide whether she’s comfortable enough to do this.
“Okay.” She opens her mouth, where I gently place the belt, and she bites down on it. The sight instantly makes precum drip from my cock.
I go back down to her nipples to test the makeshift device, and her moans, though still present, are deeper and throatier as she bites the material.
“Perfect,” I whisper against one of her breasts, and her head tilts back. “I’m going to lick your pussy until you come now, Emma.”
Her entire body shakes once, and I smirk at how sexy and needy she is for me.
Getting on my knees, I pull her closer and dive right in, my patience gone after months of waiting to put my tongue inside of her.
I move my tongue up and down her slit, paying close attention to her clit, testing how fast she likes it.
My eyes peer up to see her gazing at me with wide eyes, one of her hands pinching a nipple.
I groan against her, tasting the second to last part of her I had yet to taste, and it’s better than I ever could have imagined.
She writhes, but doesn’t react as strongly as usual, not until I flatten my tongue against her clit and slowly rub it. Her noises increase, and when I look up, her head is thrown back, her hand no longer on her nipple, and her legs shake around my head.
“Is that how you like it, baby? Nice and slow?”
Emma looks down at me and nods, wrapping her hand in my hair in an attempt to pull me back to her pussy.
I laugh darkly and return to my task, this time slipping two fingers into her, causing her to fall on the desk with a thunk. She continues moaning, so I take that as a sign that she’s okay and doesn’t want me to stop.
Flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue in slow motions also seems to get her going, and I finally find the right rhythm between my fingers and tongue.
Fuck, she tastes amazing, looks sexy as hell, and smells perfect.
My dick is throbbing with the need to come.
I unbutton and unzip my pants, sighing against her when I’m finally able to stroke my cock. “I’m going to come with you, Princess. I’m fucking my fist because tasting you got me so hard it hurts.”
Her legs begin to shake, and I know she’s close. I lay my tongue flat against her clit again, only this time she grabs my hair and starts bucking her hips, fucking my face and fingers.
Oh shit, it’s the second hottest thing she’s ever done, and it’s going to make me come any minute now.
Emma’s entire body starts to vibrate, and I hate that she has to hold in her screams. I can hear her say she’s about to come, and I fuck my fist harder, grunting against her pussy as her body tightens before she shakes and trembles like crazy, letting out long moans, still rubbing herself against my face.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and feel my balls tightening before my cum spills all over the floor under my desk. The two dirty, filthy things happening at the same time make me come long and hard.
Emma is still shaking when I slide my tongue inside her, tasting her orgasm, making my body shiver, and I come a little more.
She pushes my head away and pulls the belt out of her mouth.
“I’m too sensitive and tired, Grayson.” Her eyes are closed, and she’s breathing heavily, just like me.
After tucking my dick back into my pants with shaky hands, I stand up and lift her upper body until she opens her baby blues and looks up at me with a lustful, drunken smile.
“Thank you for that. I didn’t expect it.” She wraps her arms around my waist and leans her head on me. “I’m exhausted.”
I run my hand through her loose strands and feel the same way I did last night when she stayed over, and we cuddled…not that she knows that either. Even though I’m unsure about the future, I’m sure I want to be in Emma’s company tonight.
“Come over,” I say quietly.
She sighs. “I’m sorry, I can’t. I have a test tomorrow and an essay due.”
Nodding, I pull her ponytail back slightly until she’s looking up at me with a questioning stare. Always something going on in that mind of hers.
“What is it?”
“I just want one night with you in my house, sober.”
That makes her smile. “I’ll go this week, but I’m not staying over. Last night was different. I need to set some sort of boundaries until or if we ever make this official.”
“Okay,” I simply say. I plan to respect whatever boundaries she needs to set for now, just like any man should. I understand it’s her way of trying not to make this any harder than it already is.
“Okay.” She stands and puts her clothes back on. “I really hope you’re not going to make anyone else clean that up.”
What? I follow her line of sight to my cum on the floor and cringe.
Worth it.