I smirk. “You’re going to come just from me rubbing you with my hard cock, Princess?”
Emma narrows her eyes. “Says the thirty-one-year-old man who’s about to come in his pants,” she spits.
The bit of self-control I was holding on to dissolves, and all I see is red, only feeling my hard dick against her pussy.
Letting out a dark chuckle, I drop her. Emma looks at me with wide eyes and gasps when I lift the hem of her long-sleeved shirt, exposing her flimsy bra.
“What—”
Before she finishes her sentence, I push the bra up to expose her perky tits and take her ass in my hands, carrying her to line us up like we were before, and I thrust. The friction of my jeans against her covered skin causes her to shut her eyes and moan.
It’s funny that she thinks this is all I’m going to do now that her tits are in my face.
Squeezing her ass cheeks, I press her harder to me as I move faster, making us both sigh. Emma wraps one hand around my shoulder and presses the other against the wall until she’s shaking and on the verge of coming. That’s when I lean downand bite her nipple harshly, making her yelp in surprise. I soothe the sting by licking the spot, and she looks at me with the most lustful eyes I’ve ever seen.
She likes the pain.
I bite her other nipple harshly, and she covers her mouth, quieting the scream that leaves her as she begins to shake. My dick hardens even further. Oh fuck, she’s close. Emma is the only woman I’ve seen shake like this, and from her answer to my question the other night, it’s never seemed to have happened before to her either. I hope it hasn’t, and it means her body’s only ever reacted this way to mine.
Her movements become sloppier the more I lick and bite her rosy nipples. Our covered bodies continue to brush against each other, both of us on the edge. Her moans become breathier, and I can tell she’s about to explode. Emma isn’t quiet when she comes, and neither am I.
We both seem to have the same idea when her hands tangle in my hair, and she whispers, “Come now.” Emma’s lips cover mine, and she whimpers as I groan, rushing my movements, until we both stiffen, and I feel the tingling from my toes to my dick and come in my pants for the first time in years.
Emma follows me a second later, shaking twice as much as I swallow her moans and my grunts vibrate through my chest.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
We keep coming as I thrust slower, and our tongues follow the same rhythm.
My toes curl at my last spurt, and Emma tucks her head into my neck as our heavy breaths are the only sound filling the room.
“Em—”
She quickly covers my mouth with her hand, unties her legs from my waist, and hands me the box of tissues to clean myself up with, as she does the same.
Great,now not only does the air feel tense, but also awkward.
Emma finishes quickly, as I take more time because, well, I’ma guy and I’ve never come that much before. The last thing I want is to show a stain in my pants. I’m heading straight home after this, there’s no way I’m letting anything soak through these black jeans.
Throwing the tissues away and zipping my pants back up, I see Emma lower her shirt, tie back her hair, and wipe under her eyes.
She looks at me through the mirror and turns, standing on her tiptoes when she reaches me, and whispers, “I know we haven’t sorted things out, but one thing you should know about me is that whether we’re casual or not, I don’t share.Ever.”
My eyebrows rise at the finality in her tone. She smiles, tucks a piece of paper into my hand, and walks out of the stall, closing the door behind her.
Unwrapping the paper, I find a phone number written on it with no note.
I lean my forehead on the door, close my eyes, and let out a long, frustrated sigh.
I’m so fucked.
Chapter Twenty-Four
EMMA
Ben’s freshman assistant for the shoot sets up the last lighting piece as I stand out of the way with Kamila. Meanwhile, Amelia is on her phone talking to someone at the paper.
I’d forgotten that Amelia and Kamila had met briefly at the diner when Jake paid Amelia to distract Cam, Levi, Stevie, and her. I’d given my editor a pleading look, and she acted as if she’d never met the girl before, while Kami told me the story I already knew, which only made me feel guiltier about that day.
