Chapter 16 Emma
Chapter sixteen
Emma
No touching, my ass.
I’ve been doubting myself since I bought the watch for Greyson.
Maybe I had seen him wrong, maybe he just liked it on my dad but wasn’t crazy about it.
But after seeing his reaction when he unwrapped the box, I knew I hit the bullseye.
For a second there, I wasn’t sure if he was going to cry or pass out. Totally worth it.
The necklace he got me nearly made me speechless. If I had been alone, I would have cried. It’s so unique and special, and I’m in love with it. I can’t stop touching it.
He could have gotten me just a simple piece of jewelry, but instead he took the time to get something thoughtful, something that would hold meaning. I didn’t ask, but I’m pretty sure it was custom-made. I’ve never seen anything like it. And trust me, if I had, I’d already have it.
Last night, I saw the carefree Greyson for the first time. First in the parking lot, then in the kitchen. And with every new version of Grey I see, the harder it is to ignore how he makes me feel.
It’s ridiculous. We’ve known each other for three years, and not once did I ever imagine feeling something for him. Yet, a month of living together, and he’s rapidly becoming someone I can’t stop thinking about.
This morning, after the special mug surprise, something happened to him. I’m not sure what, but one moment he was smiling, and the next he seemed spooked. From there, he started pulling away, and it almost felt like he was trying to avoid me.
I kept racking my brain for what I could have done wrong to create such a change in him.
What did I do or say to make him withdraw?
But that all changed once we had our little misadventure on the sled.
After that, he was back to carefree Greyson.
Back to the Greyson that’s been invading every corner of my mind since our last time together.
Everyone has gone to bed after watching The Grinch and playing a few board games.
Christmas with the Fords is nothing like with my family.
Mine are usually cold and focus more on putting on an image rather than actually celebrating the holiday.
But here, you feel the love and happiness from the start of the day all the way to the end.
I’m so thrilled I got to spend it with them.
I’ve been lying in bed under the covers for the past hour after showering and putting on a simple camisole and PJ pants, but my mind and body won’t shut off. I’m irritated and horny.
It’s been like this since Greyson and I hooked up. I’ve tried to pleasure myself since, but apparently my body has decided he was the only one capable of doing it all together. It’s frustrating.
Come on, Mackenzie, we got this. One more time. This will be the good one.
I close my eyes and glide my fingers down to my waistband, slipping them beneath the thin cotton and lace of my thong. I picture his hands, thick and rough fingers, the way they touched me, the way they lit up my body like no other.
I slide my finger through my wet folds, back up to my clit, circling slowly as I remember his tongue rolling around it over and over. My breath becomes labored the longer I touch myself, my mind going through those two magical nights.
His tongue tasting my skin, his hands grazing my body, igniting a phantom trail of flames along the way. The way he fisted my hair as shivers erupted through me, his gravelly voice whispering filthy things in my ear. The way he murmured my name.
The way he calls me Bunny.
A moan slips from my lips, and I quickly bite down on my bottom lip.
I bring two fingers down to my entrance and push them inside of me.
My eyes roll into my head, my back arching off the bed slightly.
I pump my fingers faster, remembering the way he felt inside of me, the way he stretched me just right with a hint of pain.
Beautiful, delicious pain.
My legs begin to tremble, the tingling sensation in my lower belly spreading through the rest of my body. I can feel my walls tightening around my fingers as my body prepares to let go.
Oh God, I’m so close. Yes, this is it. It’s happening, it’s happening! It’s… NO!
The magical spark burns out, just as it’s been doing all week.
I rip my hand from my pants, grab the pillow behind my head, and press it to my face, silently screaming into it. I then throw it at the wall and bang the back of my head against the mattress a couple of times, kicking my feet and flapping my arms.
I know I must look crazy. And right now, I feel crazy.
I reach for my phone, determined to get the job done. Maybe watching porn will help. I’m sure I can find something interesting. When I light up the screen, there’s a new text message from Greyson dated one minute ago. I unlock my phone and tap into it.
Grey
Are you okay?
Shit, he probably heard my frustrated outburst. Before I can think more about what I’m doing, I pull up his contact information and press call.
“Bunny? What’s going on?” His voice is low and rougher than usual, but it doesn’t sound like he was sleeping. Still, I instantly feel guilty.
“I’m sorry if I woke you…” It comes out sounding sad. My emotions are all over the place right now.
“Em? What’s wrong?”
“Greyson… I…” Jesus, what was I thinking? What would calling him really accomplish?
He’s silent for a moment, making me wonder if he fell asleep or hung up. I wouldn’t blame him. “What do you need, Bunny? Tell me what you need.”
I take in a shaky breath, knowing this will put us to the test. But I need it too much to pass up the chance. “I need you…” I whisper.
The second the words leave my lips, my door quietly opens. Grey steps in with the baby monitor and shuts it behind him. I sit up on my elbows quickly and drop my phone. I probably look like a hot mess with my hair all over the place and my face still flushed.
He hangs up his phone and sets it on the dresser along with the baby monitor, but he still doesn’t say a word. He slowly walks over to the end of the bed, watching me with hungry eyes.
“Greyson…”
“I know, Bunny.”
I didn’t even know what I wanted to say, but he’s reading off my body language. He knows what I need, but he also knows that this is complicated.
“I know I keep saying we can’t… but I need… I can’t do it on my own… I tried, but it won’t work.”
He reaches for my ankles and drags me down the bed, then passes his fingers through my hair, combing them into place. “I won’t touch you, Em. But I’ll make you come. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, I want that. But how? If you won’t touch me?” How can he possibly give me an orgasm without even laying a hand on me?
He smirks and grabs the hem of his shirt, peeling it off his body. My eyes hood as I lick my lips. Fuck, I’m so horny, I just want to touch him, lick him. I stretch a hand toward him, wanting to glide my fingers over his chest and abs.
He grabs my wrist before I have time to make contact. “No touching for you, either. Now take off your pants.”
I whine and drop my hand, but I comply, removing my pajama pants quickly and kicking them to the side. I’ve never been shy when it comes to showing skin. I’m not a conceited person, but I know I have a great body.
He then removes his sweatpants, letting them hit the floor and stepping out of them.
My eyes zone onto his erection that springs free, bobbing a few times before rising back to the sky.
He grabs onto his meaty shaft and strokes slowly.
His thumb comes up to the purple head and swipes the beads of precum, spreading them all over.
I want to taste him.
I inch forward, the desire to feel him in my mouth taking over, but he takes a step back. “No. Take off your shirt and panties. Now.”
I reluctantly do as he says and remove my camisole, my hair falling back down once it’s passed my head, and I hear a deep groan as I shake it out. When I look up, Greyson has his eyes closed and looks pained.
“Fuck, Bunny. I didn't think this through.” He opens one eye, and it focuses on my breasts.
I look down at them and giggle. My breasts aren’t huge like Cecilia’s, but they’re still a nice handful with dark rosy nipples. “I can cover them back up if you want?”
“Don’t you dare.” He glares.
Lying down on my back with my knees bent, I reach for the thin sides of my black thong and lift my hips to push it down my thighs, then kick it off at his feet.
He bends and picks it up. “I’m keeping this.” He throws it over to his shirt and pants.
“Like you kept the first ones?” I lift a brow with a knowing smirk. I never did find that underwear, which is why I suspected he kept it. Men and their fetishes.
He chuckles as his eyes roam my body. “I'm starting a pretty bunny collection. You’ll have to hand over the last ones as well if I want the complete set.”
This is the first time we’ve seen each other fully naked, and I like what I see. I think he does too, with the way he can’t keep his eyes off me and hasn’t stopped stroking himself.
“I want you to touch yourself, but keep your eyes on me, Bunny. Don’t use your imagination this time, use what you see. Start with your tits, play with them.”
I stay lying down and grab my breasts with both hands, squeezing them, then run my fingertip around my nipples, pinching and pulling slightly.
“Harder.”
I whimper as I pinch them harder, closing my eyes and letting the sensation overtake me.
“Emma. Don’t make me spank you,” he growls.
I force my eyes open and tilt my head to the side to look at what he’s doing, the way his hand moves along his length with ease. I lick my lips, my throat dry and in deep need of some creamy substance.
“Such a good Bunny, now bring one of your hands down between your legs. Rub your clit slowly,” he instructs in a husky voice, his chest moving up and down with each heavy breath.