Chapter 6
ALEX
I've spent the last fifteen minutes watching Emily stroke Croissant while we sit on her couch, her thigh pressed against mine.
The shock of confronting Selena is fading, but the adrenaline hasn't left my system.
It's crackling through me like live wire, making my skin too tight, my senses too sharp.
When she blocked Selena's number, something in my chest loosened and tightened at the same time. Pride in her strength. Relief that the manipulation was over. And something darker, more possessive—satisfaction at watching her cut ties with someone who tried to come between us.
Now Emily's quiet, tracing the outline of the tattoo on my forearm with one finger. Her touch is light, almost absentminded, but it's lighting up every nerve ending in my body.
I haven't moved since we sat down. The restraint is physical—a tightness in my jaw, tension in my shoulders, the deliberate way I'm keeping my hands on my own thighs instead of on her.
My cock has been hard since this morning when I watched her walk around my apartment in nothing but my t-shirt. The sight of her in my clothes hit something primal in me. Then Selena showed up, and I had to push it all down, be what Emily needed.
Now I'm acutely aware of every breath she takes, how it makes her breasts rise and fall beneath her shirt. Her skin still has the flush of anger, or something else. The marks I left on her neck this morning are visible—faint shadows that will fade by tomorrow.
Croissant stretches, disturbed by Emily's movements, then jumps off her lap with an indignant meow. The buffer between us is gone.
Emily shifts and turns toward me. Her eyes aren't soft anymore. They're clear, fierce—the same look she had when she told Selena to get out.
"Make me forget," she says. "Make me forget anyone ever made me feel like I wasn't enough."
Just like that, my restraint disintegrates into dust.
"You want me to make you forget? I can do that. But I won't be gentle, Em."
She doesn't answer with words. Instead, she moves, one smooth motion into my lap, knees on either side of my thighs. Her hands come up to my face.
"I don't want gentle." She rolls her hips, grinding against my cock. "I want you."
I grab her ass, fingers digging in as I stand, lifting her with me. She makes a sound and wraps her legs around my waist. Her back hits the door with a solid thump, and she gasps, eyes widening.
I cage her with my body, not letting her feet touch the ground. She's trapped between me and the door, exactly where I want her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly; each breath presses her breasts against me.
She smells like vanilla soap, but underneath is the scent of my shower gel from this morning. Still marked by me in that small way.
Emily's palms slide along my chest before she threads her fingers through my hair, yanks my head back, and drags her tongue along my Adam's apple. Holy fuck.
I crush my mouth to hers, not starting slow, not giving her time to breathe. She matches me instantly, opening for me, her tongue tangling with mine.
Emily bites my bottom lip, and I growl into her mouth, the sting shoots straight to my cock.
My hands find the hem of her shirt. I yank it up.
It catches on her arms, and she makes a frustrated sound, trying to help free her shirt without breaking the kiss.
She’s trapped, bound by her own shirt. It’s wrapped around her upper torso, pinning her arms high, holding her in place with only her head above the folded mess.
She squirms to unwrap her shirt over her head, but I hold it in place.
Hold her in place. I embrace her in this confined position and kiss her hard, feeding on her mouth.
She struggles more then stops, and our eyes connect.
“Trust me, Em?” Her eyes widen and without hesitation she nods, and we slam our mouths back into a deep, passionate kiss.
I pull back just enough to free her shirt over her head and toss it somewhere behind me.
She's already working on my buttons, but her hands are shaking.
Too slow. I grab both sides and pull, sending buttons scattering across the floor.
Causing Croissant to jump fitfully and scamper, disapprovingly, to somewhere, anywhere, but out of our sight.
"I liked that shirt," I say, not really giving a damn.
"I'll buy another one." Her hands are on my chest now, exploring, fingertips trailing over the tattoo that covers my pecs, dipping lower to my abs. “And maybe some cuffs or ropes too, if you’re a good boy.”
I unhook her bra, pulling it down her arms, and then her breasts are free, nipples already hard. I cup them, rough thumbs circling the peaks, and she arches into my touch.
"You see what you do to me?" I guide one of her hands to the bulge straining against my jeans.
She palms me through the denim, squeezing just hard enough to make my hips jerk. "Selena said you didn't want me."
"Then watch me prove her wrong." I dip my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Her hands grip my hair, holding me there.
I switch to the other breast, teeth grazing the taut bud, and her hips roll against me. Fuck, every part of her tastes so good.
When I pull back, both nipples are wet from my mouth. I shove both shorts and underwear down, and she kicks them away.
Time to praise my woman.
I lower her to the floor and drop to my knees.
"Alex, what—" Emily sucks in a sharp breath as I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wider to me.
Without another word, I put my mouth on her, one long lick from entrance to clit.
She's already wet, arousal coating my tongue.
I focus on her clit, circling it, flicking it, then sucking it between my lips.
Above me, she's falling apart—gasping, one hand still in my hair, the other pressed against the door for balance.
Slipping one finger inside her, then another, I curl them to hit that spot that makes her thighs tremble. Her hips rock against my face, and my God, I just love this version of her. Not nervous or unsure, just a woman chasing her pleasure.
"Alex, you're driving me cra—" She can't finish the sentence, which just drives me harder. I seem to like reducing her to incoherence.
But this isn't what she asked for. Not what either of us needs right now.
I pull back, standing up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her leg slides off my shoulder, and I hold her steady until she finds her balance.
"Jeans," she says, fingers going to my belt. "Off."
I help her, pushing them down along with my boxers, freeing my cock. She wraps her hand around it, stroking and spreading the precum at the tip with her thumb.
Emily is so fucking gorgeous like this.
I lift her again, hands under her thighs, spreading her wide. The position lines us up perfectly, the head of my cock pressing against her pussy.
"Your pussy is so perfect, Em."
"Alex, please. Shut up and fuck me."
Chuckling, I push in slowly, the resistance almost overwhelming. She's tight, wet, perfect. Her breath hitches, her inner muscles clench around me as I slide deeper. When I'm fully seated, I have to take a moment to breathe.
Christ, this is so much better than all those filthy fantasies I had in the shower as I jerked off to thoughts of her. My cock twitches, and Emily whimpers. It's the sexiest sound I've ever heard.
"You feel that?" I growl against her ear. "Feel how much I want you? How perfect you feel around me?"
She just closes her eyes and nods.
"Selena lied." I pull out almost completely, then thrust back in hard enough to make the door rattle. "I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you."
I slam into her, deeper this time, as I try to find my rhythm. Emily whimpers again, nails raking down my back.
My thrusts become faster, harder, and more merciless. I'm pounding into her like a man possessed, my muscles contracting with the need to fill her with my seed.
Her legs tighten around me, heels digging into my lower back.
"You like this, Em? Like me claiming you like this?" I adjust my grip, changing the angle, and she gasps. "Between the rattling door and your whimpers, everyone will know what's happening here."
The door shakes with each thrust now. Anyone walking by would hear us, hear her moans, the wet slap of our bodies connecting. I don't care. Let them hear. Let them all know.
I drop my mouth to her neck, finding her pulse point, sucking hard. Marking her again where everyone will see.
"God, Alex. I'm close."
One hand leaves her thigh, finding its way between us, my thumb circling her clit. She's soaking wet, making it easy to slide against her sensitive flesh.
"Come for me, Em. Come on my cock."
Her breathing changes, becomes more erratic. Her pussy flutters around my cock, the first tremors of her orgasm. I keep the pressure steady on her clit, keep thrusting at the same angle, pushing her ever closer to the edge.
When she comes, it's with a deep moan, her head thrown back, body arched away from the door. Her pussy clamps down on my cock in rhythmic pulses, pulling me deeper, milking me.
The sensation has me barreling towards my own release. A surge of heat, violent and sudden, courses through me. I thrust deep one last time and let go, coming hard inside her.
"Emily," I groan, burying my face in her neck as the pleasure crashes over me. "Fuck, Emily."
For a minute, maybe longer, we don't move. I'm still inside her, both of us breathing hard. Her head rests on my shoulder, and her heart pounds against my chest.
After what feels like a long time, I finally ease out of her and set her down carefully. Her legs wobble, and I have to steady her.
"Sorry. My legs don't seem to be working."
"Good. It means I did my job."
That gets a laugh out of her, breathless and a little punchy from the comedown. I brush her hair back from her face, gentler now that the initial frenzy has passed, and bend to scoop her up.
Emily makes a surprised sound but doesn't protest as I carry her to the bed and lay her down carefully. Croissant is perched on the dresser, looking thoroughly disgusted. And inconvenienced— again.
"Your cat's staring at me," I say as I slide in beside her.
"He stares at everyone. He stares at me like that when I'm taking too long to feed him." She curls against me, one leg thrown over mine, her head on my chest. "Will you stay tonight? I know it sounds stupid after all this, but I really don't want to wake up alone."
I tighten my arm around her and press a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm not going anywhere, Em. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. You're stuck with me forever."