Chapter 38
EMMETT
She's coming apart above my mouth. Her thighs shake on either side of my head, her hands grip the back of the sofa, the taste of us is mixed on my tongue.
"Yes. Yes." She moans as she chases her climax.
I feel her tighten, then she's shattering, crying out, her whole body convulsing.
I don't stop until I’ve got every last drop.
Finally, I pull back, stand up, and wipe my mouth.
Fucking, delicious. She's draped over the sofa, breathing hard, her dress bunched around her waist, her underwear askew.
She's never looked more beautiful. And I'm hard again.
“Trouble …”
“Yeah.” She moans but doesn’t look at me.
“My dick is hard again for you.”
She opens one eye and looks at me. “Really?” I nod. "Emmett," she breathes. "I can't …"
"You can." I'm already stroking myself. "We paid for this room, we might as well use it, before we get back.”
She stands up, those hazel eyes land on my thickening dick. “Really?”
“This is all your fault.”
She bites her lip. "You're insane."
"You love it."
“I do. I can’t get enough of you,” she says, and as if that isn’t a red flag to a raging bull.
"Come here," I say. She walks toward me, unsteady on her feet. “On your knees, taste how good we are together.” She does as she is told and opens wide for me. I’m looking forward to messing up her lipstick as I slide my cock into her mouth. She hums around it, which makes my balls ache, as she starts licking it like a fucking lollipop. “Can you taste yourself on me.” Another hum. “You’re so fucking sweet, I licked every last drop from your cunt, and now I can’t wait to fill it again. ”
She stops sucking on my cock. “Where did that come from?” She grins.
“You. You’ve driven me to madness.”
“I like it,” she says as she takes my cock back into her mouth and savors it.
I let her have some fun as I stare down at this beautiful creature, I am so fucking lucky to have met.
No one has made me feel this way before.
I’m falling for her. No. I’ve fallen for her.
She’s mine. And she is going to be mine forever, I just know it.
“Enough,” I say, pushing her off my dick.
“I’m ready for you.” I help her from her knees, then move over to the sofa and sit down.
“Get on,” I demand. She pulls up her dress and straddles me.
“Push your underwear to the side.” I feel her doing that.
“Now, guide my dick in.” She grabs it and slowly slides it through her wet folds before she slides right down my shaft.
Fuck. She feels so good bare. "That's it," I say. "Take all of me."
She starts to move, rolling her hips, finding her rhythm. I grab her ass, pushing her down harder against me, so she can take me deeper. It earns me a throaty moan. "Faster," I order.
She speeds up, bouncing on me, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. My hand slides between us and finds her clit, I let her rub herself along it.
"Oh God …" she gasps.
"You're going to come again," I tell her.
“Yes.”
"Do it. Give in.” I rub harder, she's still sensitive from before, and it won't take much.
"Emmett …fuck …"
She comes, clenching around me, pushing me right over the edge as I come inside her. Fuck. She is fucking heaven. I then lay her back against the sofa, push her evening dress up her body, and I yank her underwear to the side, but it’s so flimsy that I rip it instead.
“Emmett.” She gasps.
“I’ve got you.” I feast on her cunt again, cleaning her up with my tongue.
Never knew I would like to eat myself out of someone before until her.
Now I’m craving it. My balls ache thinking about the way my come fills her and drips between her soft, pink folds.
Is this a thing? Probably. I can’t wait to take her home and mark her properly.
All over her body. I want to paint her skin with it, making sure she knows just exactly whose she is.
Claiming her. Fuck. She’s turned me into a caveman.
I don’t care as I continue to make her squirm underneath me until her fingers are in my hair again, tugging on the ends as she rides my face, taking what she wants, what she needs, until she is screaming my name again.
"Holy shit," she finally manages, looking down at me between her thighs. I give her a blinding smile.
“Please tell me you’re staying with me tonight, because I have so many things I want to do to you.”
“More? You want to fuck me more?” she asks.
“You’re my own personal Viagra. My dick doesn’t understand, he just wants you.”
She bites her lip, her lipstick is partially gone thanks to my dick.
“Now that’s an endorsement.” She giggles.
I crawl up her body and kiss her, and she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back.
“I’m so happy I found you,” I tell her.
“Me too,” she says, smiling as widely as I am. "How long have we been gone?"
I check my watch. "Shit, a while.”
"We need to get back."
“I know. Let’s tidy ourselves up and then head back, separately. She nods, and I help her up as she rushes to the bathroom.
The party is still going, but I notice there are fewer people now. The music is still playing, the bar is still open. I spot Sully immediately, and he's leaning against a table, watching me approach.
"Have a nice time?" he asks.
"Don't know what you're talking about."
"Right. And Jo didn't disappear for the exact same amount of time."
"Coincidence." I smirk.
“Ew. I can see the happiness dripping off you.”
“Merry Christmas.” I chuckle.
“Yeah. Yeah,” he grumbles.
Fish sees us and comes over. “She is insane.”
“Who?” I ask.
“Collette.”
"She's been fucking with me all night. I don't know if she hates me or really hates me."
Movement catches my eye, and I see Jo join her table again. She starts laughing at something Harper says as if we haven’t just fucked like rabbits upstairs. When her eyes meet mine across the room, there's heat there, and I can’t wait for this night to be over.
I wake up to sunlight streaming through my windows, and Jo is in my arms, her back pressed against my chest. I kiss her shoulder, and she stirs.
"Morning," I murmur.
"Morning." Her voice is rough with sleep.
"How do you feel?"
"Sore." She stretches. "Very sore."
"Sorry," I tell her as I kiss her soft skin.
"Don't be. Totally worth it." She turns in my arms. "But I don't think I can do anything this morning."
"That's fine. I'm exhausted, too.”
"Really? Mr. Multiple Rounds isn't ready to go again?"
"Even I have limits." I kiss her nose. "Want to grab breakfast at the café downstairs?"
"Yes. Please. I'm starving."
"Get dressed."
She pulls on one of the outfits she’s left here, a tee and leggings for such an occasion as this. We get ready, and I throw on sweats and a tee. We head to the door and open it.
We both freeze.
Collette is standing in the hallway, still in her sparkly dress from last night, heels in her hand, hair a complete mess, makeup smudged down her face. She stops when she sees us.
All three of us just stare.
"Morning," I finally say.
"Morning," Collette says, her voice tight.
Jo looks between us. Then at her sister. "Where were you?"
"Out."
"With?”
“None of your business,” she snaps.
Okay. I am not getting in between these two. This is awkward as hell.
"I'm going to ..." She gestures to their door. "I’ll see you later.”
We watch her walk down the hall and into their apartment.
“What the hell? Who did she leave with last night?” Jo asks.
I shake my head. “No idea, I didn’t notice anything, but my eyes were on you most of the night.”
“Cute.” She smirks, then her belly rumbles.
“Let’s get you some breakfast.” I chuckle.