by Winters, KB
“Emmett, please.” I couldn’t say the words, not yet, but I reached for the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, dropping it right beside him with as much drama as I could muster.
“Fuck, Vanessa. You’re beautiful.” His words came out guttural and deep, filled with want as his hands moved up and down my midsection before they cupped my breasts again. With nothing but two deft fingers, Emmett smiled as he unclasped my bra, his gaze darkening to black when he took me in, topless and shivering.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growled and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around one nipple while his fingertips taunted the other.
I threw my head back and enjoyed the sensation of his mouth and teeth pulling and scraping against my hard, sensitive nipples.
“Yes, oh yes!” The way he touched me, so reverently but so hungrily, was enough to turn me on and soak my panties. I felt it in my panties and wondered if he could too.
“Emmett,” I groaned.
He released me with a loud pop and then blew on the nipple, smiling at the shiver he produced.
“Yes, Vanessa? What do you need?” Before I could tell him I needed more of that, he put his mouth to my other breast, and I lost the ability to speak.
Emmett groaned like he was enjoying it more than I was, which I just couldn’t imagine. I knew men liked breasts; Lance certainly did, but it was usually a pitstop on the way to sex. But Emmett took his time, kissing and sucking and nibbling until I squirmed uncontrollably, until I cried out, “Oh yes!”
He laughed against me, the sound reverberating through me and amplifying my arousal.
“So sweet,” he growled and turned, lying me across the sofa and looking down at me like I was something special, something more than a woman trying to live again. To breathe again.
“I need to touch you Vanessa.”
I nodded. “Yes, please.” My voice was shaky but this time it wasn’t nerves, it was eagerness because the heat shimmering in Emmett’s blue eyes made my breath hitch, and a battering ram of pulsing need kicked up between my legs.
With achingly slow movements Emmett popped the button free on my jeans and slid the zipper down, the sound so loud it practically echoed in the living room. With one little tug, my ass raised in the air so he could slide the jeans over my hips and down my legs.
“White lace,” he growled, his hot breath fanning over where I was already sensitized and slick.
“Oh God!” He put his mouth on me over the panties, the lace scraping against swollen bare lips along with the wet friction of his lips and tongue.
“Emmett,” I managed between cries of pleasure.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he groaned and slid my panties to the side, examining me closely, a smile on his face. “Wet too. That ‘cause of me?” I nodded and he chuckled, sliding his tongue over where I needed him most, the weight of his tongue parting me ever so slightly.
“Oh shit!” My hips bucked off the sofa which only brought me closer to his mouth and Emmett grabbed my hips, keeping me in a bridge position while he licked and sucked my pussy, fucking me with his tongue.
“Oh yes! Yes Emmett!” My legs shook in this position but his hands held my thighs while his mouth did all the work.
He moaned and sucked my clit hard and that was all it took for my first orgasm to wash over me, practically drowning me in its intensity. My legs twitched and shook but Emmett never stopped, only slowed his tongue’s movements until my hips collapsed back to the sofa.
“You’re better than those toasty warm sweet potato tamales.”
I brought both hands to my face, embarrassed that he was so dirty with his words and more embarrassed that I’d come so quickly.
“That was a little shorter than I imagined it would be.”
He laughed. “I’m happy I was able to make you come so fast. Now that I know what you like, I’ll make you come even quicker. Next time.”
Wait, what? “Not possible.”
“Want to bet?”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure my heart could take it.” As it stood, my heart raced so fast in my chest I was sure I was on the verge of a cardiac episode.
“You’d be surprised what the heart can take, Vanessa.” Then he kissed his way up my body, brushing butterfly kisses on my overheated skin until his lips hovered above mine. “Kiss me.”
His smile was slick with my juices, and I shook my head because honestly, that wasn’t my thing. “I can’t.”
He shrugged. “We taste good together. You’ll see. When you’re ready.” I wanted to tell him I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready for that. I wasn’t before and now I felt strange about it, but Emmett didn’t try to talk me into anything, just fixed his lips to my neck while two of his fingers found their way between my thighs. One drove deep into where I was still wet and pulsing and the other flicked my clit.
My back arched off the sofa and Emmett’s mouth moved from my neck to my breast, sucking hard and biting just enough to make it sting.
“Emmett,” I moaned and a second later I fell apart. Again. “Oh. My. God.”
“So fucking hot.”
I looked at him between two fingers, surprised at his words. “Seriously?”
“Yep.” He sat up wearing a smug smile and licked his finger. Slowly. “Seriously hot,” he said and grabbed his cock.
I sat up, heart racing even as arousal leaked between my thighs and pushed at his chest.
“Upstairs. Now.” I couldn’t believe I was about to do this, sleep with someone who wasn’t Lance, but my body was in total control, seeking out pleasure and my mind was totally on board.
“You sure?”
I stopped and looked at Emmett over my shoulder, letting my gaze slid down to the obvious erection behind his zipper. “Completely.”
He rushed up behind me and picked me up. “You navigate, I’ll steer.”
I smiled at his words, enjoying the playful side of him even as his words came out on a growl.
“O-Okay. Here.” It was my bedroom, the one I shared with Lance and still slept in. Did it feel weird? More than a little bit. But this was another step. Another milestone.
“Perfect.” Emmett stepped inside and made a beeline for the bed, depositing me there like I was precious cargo. “Beautiful.”
“Emmett, please.” The heat in his eyes threatened another premature explosion, and I wanted to enjoy this. Every moment of what was about to happen. “Hurry.”
He quickly stripped out of his clothes and stood less than a foot away from me with a wide, sexy grin on his face. “Fast enough?”
I nodded. “Still too far away, though.”
His smile softened and he put one knee and then the other on the bed, settling himself between my legs. “Much better,” he growled as he stared down at me stroking his cock. “How do you feel?”
I knew what he was asking but I felt too many things in that moment. It was strange to be naked in front of someone other than Lance. It felt strange being this intimate with anyone else. But mostly I just felt…good.
“I feel like my body is on fire.”
“Me too,” he admitted and pushed the head of his cock against my opening, not breaching it just sliding it back and forth until he was coated in my juices.
“Fuck.” I gasped when his cock did make entry and Emmett slowed his movements.
“Tight as fuck.”
It had been a while—too long—but Emmett had a thick cock. It was wide and even as he took his time, sliding in slowly and back out until I adjusted to his size, he filled me up. Completely.
“My goodness.” He moved slowly. Too slowly. Once I was adjusted to his size, desire and need washed over me.
“Please Emmett. Fuck me. Make me feel good.”
The he began to move, long, deep strokes that were pure torture as my pleasure went up in stages, pulsing and clenching around him.
“Fuck,” he growled. “So tight. So wet.”
“Yes!” He felt so big. It was slightly uncomfortab
le but the pleasure overrode that sensation immediately. “Emmett, yes!”
His hips moved faster, plunged deeper and harder. He grunted incoherent words of satisfaction while I shouted, screamed my pleasure with his every stroke.
“Nessa,” he growled and his hips sped up yet again.
“More, Emmett. Please.”
He fucked me so hard, so deep that I no longer had control of my body. My words. My senses. His hands went to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples as he slid deep. Hard. Then one hand went to my throat and my heart stopped. Then picked up triple speed.
He squeezed a little tighter and kept sliding in and out, in and out. His strokes wild and hard and fast, my body craved more even as my heart clenched at the hand around my throat. Emmett’s eyes closed and he pounded into me. The hand around my neck scaring me and turning me on at the same time. I froze at the warring sensations and so did he.
“Shit! Vanessa. I’m sorry.” His hips moved to leave my body and my heels dug into his ass cheeks.
“No. Don’t apologize. You surprised me but I-I liked it.” I put his hand back around my throat and clenched around his cock.
“Vanessa,” he growled.
“I want it, Emmett. I want you.” It was true. I realized in that moment that I didn’t want him to stop. I wasn’t afraid of him or his big, strong hand around my neck. I was more in awe of the reaction it provoked.
The sensation of his cock filling me up and his hand around my throat, turned me the fuck on. My nipples were harder, more wetness coated his cock and my hips squirmed to get closer to him. With every thrust I grew hotter, needier. Hungrier for him. “Nessa,” he growled, that one word so calm and at ease even as his eyes were filled with such a dark need that my orgasm started it’s rise to the surface.
“Emmett, please,” I begged again because I was so close and he seemed to know it, thrusting hard and squeezing my throat just a little harder. It was a heady experience, that lightheadedness, the haziness around my eyes as pleasure rose up from my toes. “Oh God yes!”
The hand on my throat tightened and the hand on my hip did too as his strokes came harder and faster and deeper. And then we both exploded at the same time.
My body froze, taut as my orgasm shot out of me while Emmett continued to pound into me. Such a strange way men and women reacted so differently to intense pleasure, I thought as my body continued to shake and convulse with pleasure.
“Holy. Shit.”
Emmett collapsed on top of me with a deep chuckle. “Holy shit doesn’t even cover it. I think you killed me.”
I could barely catch my breath to speak. Emmett rolled off me and pulled me close, wrapping his big arms around me until my breathing returned to normal. “Oh, but what a way to go.”
His deep chuckle vibrated against my back. “Not until I’ve made you scream your pleasure at least a hundred more times.
A hundred? I was on board with that. I think. It wasn’t just pleasure Emmett had given to me; it was a new experience. One that made me realize there was a lot more to experience, and I wondered if Emmett was the man to help teach me.
“Sounds good,” I said around a yawn and seconds later my eyes closed and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
I needed to recharge my batteries, but I wasn’t ready for this night to end. Not by a long shot.
Chapter Seventeen
Emmett
“You didn’t have to pick me up, you know?” Vanessa slid into the passenger seat before I even had a chance to get out of the car and open the door for her, a sweet smile on her flushed face.
“I like seeing that smile you wear fresh off a shift. It’s relaxed and happy, almost satisfied.” Our gazes collided for a long, charged moment and I felt my cock stir at the blush that spread across her chest and face.
“Thank you! I always feel good after a shift ends, even if it’s a particularly tough one.” Her shoulders slumped and I turned forward and started to drive.
“Want to talk about it?” Some days Vanessa was filled with energy to go with that smile when her shift ended, but some days, like today, she seemed completely zapped.
She sighed and fidgeted beside me; her blue gaze focused on the world just outside the window. “I don’t think so. Talking about it won’t help, and I’m kind of over it.”
“If you’re sure.”
Vanessa turned to me and grinned. “I’m not sure about anything these days, Emmett. But I’m focusing on only worrying about the things I can change.”
I had a feeling she was talking about Provo. Mace and Hulu had warned me there was some tension between them, but it could also be Evan pissed off about what happened to Fiona.
“That’s a pretty healthy way of looking at things, but if you ever want to talk, I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”
Most people usually called me quiet but that was because I didn’t speak unless I had something to say.
“You are a damn good listener. It’s one of the many things I like about you.”
“Yeah? What are the others?” I waggled my eyebrows at her which pulled a laugh out of her.
“I’m not talking dirty with you in your car, Emmett.” She chuckled and then covered her face with both hands.
It was worth a shot. “How about inside my place?” My home wasn’t as grand as hers, then again, I had no plans to fill my current place with a wife and children. “Will you talk dirty to me there?”
“Maybe.” It was rare to find a woman our age still capable of blushing and the fact that it came so easily to Vanessa only made me more attracted to her. “I’ve never been to your place before.”
“We’re almost there, unless you prefer we go back to your place?” It wasn’t a big deal to me but after a few nights of dinner and more at her place, I wanted to show Vanessa my space. For a night.
Maybe more.
“Not at all. I’m eager to see where the mysterious Emmett Manning resides.”
“No mystery, I promise. I’m an open book.” It had been a long time since a woman wanted to read that book or since I’d let anyone browse the pages, but it felt like that was starting to change.
“Yeah? We’ll see about that.”
Five minutes later I parked right in front of my condo and killed the engine. “I guess we will.” Again Vanessa beat me to the punch, stepping from the passenger seat before I could help.
“Why did you choose a condo? Not that there’s anything wrong with it, I’m just…curious.”
“When I first got out of the service, apartment living wasn’t for me,” I told her and unlocked the door, escorting her inside. “Too much noise at all hours and it drove me fucking crazy. Sadie took me house shopping, and I liked this corner unit. It’s on three split levels, which was cool, so I made an offer on it. A hell of a lot quieter than my old place.”
“It’s nice,” she said hesitantly. “Could use a few more signs of life though.”
I arched a brow. “Are you offering to help me decorate because this is the extent of my decorating skills.”
“Seems like a big step,” she teased.
It seemed that way to me too, but we were still friends and that was exactly the kind of thing friends did for each other.
“I don’t mind if you don’t.” I guided her down a half staircase to the kitchen. “But I have a surprise for you.”
“What kind of surprise?” There was hesitation in her voice which reminded me of something else we needed to talk about. Later.
“The kind that you’ll like. I promise.” I pulled a bouquet of roses mixed with tulips from the fridge and handed them to her along with a little black bag.
Surprise flashed in her deep blue eyes and then she closed them and buried her face in the bouquet, inhaling deeply with a sweet smile on her face. “They’re gorgeous Emmett. Thank you. But, what’s the occasion?”
“No occasion except that I thought you might like some flowers.”
“And this?” She held up the bag with a te
asing lilt to her voice, probably thinking I bought her a dildo or crotchless panties.
“Open it up and see.”
“Ooh, cryptic,” she teased. “Japanese moonshine? How is this even a thing?” Vanessa’s eyes were wide with surprise and something that looked a lot like affection. “We have to crack it open. Right now.”
“I kind of like it when you’re bossy.” Hell, I more than kind of liked it, my dick was already hard.
“Yeah? Then go get us some glasses, now. Please.” We both burst out laughing at her attempt.
“Almost.”
“What’s next?”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what do you normally do when you bring women here. A tour? Soft music on the sofa? I’m interested, not judging.”
“I don’t bring women here.”
“Ever?” I shook my head and she frowned. “So you go to them. Why?”
I shrugged. “I like to have my space.”
“But I’m here. Why? Do you have a dungeon or something?”
I laughed. “You ask a lot of questions.” I liked that she was interested enough to ask, and I liked it even more that she didn’t seem to be jealous.
“Are you gonna answer?”
“Why would I have a dungeon?”
“Be-because…you might have a kink or two?”
It was cute how she was so nervous when it came to talking about sex, even when she was curious.
“Okay. No dungeon, and if I was that kinky, I’d go to one of the clubs.”
“Club? What clubs have kinkiness?”
Her eyes lit up and she looked genuinely interested. And I felt guilty as hell for going by the Lucky Lopez the other night.
“Well, there are so-called sex clubs with exclusive lists, regulations, rules, but you can always find someone interested in a little kink. Sometimes a lot of kink. Especially since that book became a movie.”
She blushed and I knew she was aware of just what book I meant.
