I shift on my heels, that ache making itself known.
Emmett smirks, seeing it too. “Hearing that gets to you.”
I nod, unable to look away. “Seems fair. If we go down, we go down together.”
“Nah.” His pace picks up. “If we go down, I’ll catch you.”
And I have no doubt.
All the things he’s said—the warning and the talk about his past don’t match what I see when I look at him. There’s nothing but admiration.
“You will,” I assure him. “I know it.”
As he makes long slow strokes, I slip my hand down my pants, Emmett’s eyes tracking my every move.
“Together then,” I say, finding a pace that feels like heaven and hell on my swollen clit. “That’s how this works. We’re both in this or we’re not in it at all.”
It takes me only a moment to catch up with him. As quiet as he can be, he doesn’t stay that way now, encouraging me.
“Never would have guessed we’d end up here—you on your knees, drooling over my cock while you watch me jack off. See what you do to me?” A bead of cum rolls over his head and he catches it in his hand, using it as he pumps faster. “Need you to get there, sweet girl.”
“Emmett.” His name tastes so right on my tongue. “I need—shit—I’m almost there. Just a second.”
“You can do it.”
I whimper, frustrated when I can’t find the release I’m chasing.
His grin turns diabolical. “Or do you need me to get the pretty pink toy you keep in your bathroom drawer? Fuck you with it while you watch me stroke my cock.”
Just like before, his words have my pulse racing, my fingers slipping over my tender bud as I grow wetter. He fucking knows it too, because he picks up his pace.
“That’ll do it, won’t it? The filthy things I say turn you on. I bet your fingers are drenched for me,” he taunts.
“Yes,” I admit breathlessly. “What—what the hell is wrong with me?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“No one’s ever talked to me like that.”
“Good,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Now come for me. Show me what a slut you are for watching—for my mouth.”
“Oh god!” I cry out, shattering at his feet—pieces of my soul laying bare at his words and the way he claims me without even touching me. Despite saying he can’t keep me, despite knowing he’s leaving, he’ll keep part of me forever.
Above me, Emmett grunts through his own release, spilling on his shirt and joggers. It’s messy and raw, just like us.
My forehead rests on his knees as my breathing slows. And then he shifts, lifting my chin. His messy fingers come to my lips.
“Open.”
Wordlessly, I do it.
“Taste what you do to me, Angel.”
I suck his fingers into my mouth, his salty flavor fresh on my tongue. It’s like leaving my body.
Who is this girl, and what has she done with Aspen Holt?
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