"Emmett, I'm ... fuck ... I'm going to come."
"Do it," he orders against me. "Come on my tongue."
I shatter. My body bows off the bed, thighs shaking, his name falling from my lips in a broken moan. He works me through it, not letting up until I'm oversensitive and trying to squirm away. He pulls back, mouth glistening, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"You taste fucking incredible," he says.
Before I can respond, he's reaching for his wallet on the nightstand. Pulling out a condom, he rolls it on with practiced efficiency. Then he's back, hovering over me, his cock nudging at my entrance. I'm still sensitive from my orgasm, but I want him. Need him.
"Are you sure?" he asks, eyes locked on mine.
"Yes. Please," I beg.
He slides in slowly. We both groan. He's big. Even wet and ready, the stretch is intense. He pauses when he's halfway in, giving me time to adjust.
"Breathe," he tells me.
I do. When I relax, he pushes in the rest of the way.
"Fuck," he hisses. "You feel so good. So tight." He starts to move. Slow and controlled, each thrust hits deep, draggingagainst that spot inside me that makes my toes curl. I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him deeper. Harder. He gets the message, his pace picks up, hips pressing into mine. The headboard hits the wall with each thrust. His mouth finds mine, kissing me hard while he fucks me harder.
"Touch yourself again," he orders against my lips. My hand slides between us, finding my clit, and the added stimulation makes me clench around him. He groans. "That's it. Fuck, you keep doing that and I'm not going to last."
"Then don't," I tell him. "I want to feel you come."
His control snaps and he pulls out suddenly. Flipping me over onto my stomach, his hands grip my hips, pulling them up so I'm on my knees, my face pressed into the pillow. Then he's sliding back in from behind. And this angle is even deeper. Fuck he’s going to split me into two. He sets a brutal pace. One hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. The other slides up my spine to fist in my hair.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asks, voice rough. "To be fucked hard by a stranger?"
"Yes," I moan into the pillow.
"Say my name."
"Emmett."
"Louder," he commands.
"Emmett," I cry out as another orgasm builds impossibly fast. His hand releases my hair, slides around to my front, and finds my clit as he circles it in time with his thrusts. I can't hold back. I come again, even harder this time, clenching around him so tight he curses.
"Fuck, Jo, I'm …." He follows me over, hips stuttering, a low groan vibrating through his chest as he empties into the condom.
We stay like that for a moment, both breathing hard, his body draped over my back. Then he pulls out gently, disposes of the condom, and collapses beside me.
"Stay," he says as he pulls me back against him, curling his large body around mine. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispers into my ear.
"Okay." I grin as I bury my face into his hard chest. It's been a long time since I've cuddled anyone in bed. Moments later, I feel his body relax, his breath even out. He's fallen asleep.
Shit.
Panic takes over. I roll over and stare at the ceiling in the dark. What the hell am I doing? I lay there for what feels like hours, but I think it is only one. At some point, his hand shifts, settling heavily over my waist, almost possessive.
I have to get out of here. Slowly and carefully, I extract myself from his hold and try to find my scattered things and dress quietly. My body aches in all the best ways, evidence of what we did marked on my hips. My thighs. Between my legs. He doesn't wake. I leave without a note. Without a number. It is what it is. This was never going to be anything more than what it was, a beautiful night together.
A night I will never forget.
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