Watching Ember

by J B Reding

  “Did he seem a little weirder than usual?” Liz asks, still staring at the door.

  “Just a little.” I agree.

  Something is definitely going on and I intend to find out what.

  15. Firsts

  Finding out what was going on was harder than I planned because I couldn’t find Nixon at first. And also, Liz and I talked for a while longer before I came looking for him. I don’t know how I didn’t see this door earlier while we were in the living. I guess with the lights off its shaded enough to be hidden. Now, light spills from the crack beneath it, making it easier to find. I wasn’t looking this way at first and didn’t notice it was here until coming from the dining room on the other side if the apartment.

  I’m a little peeved at him for not telling me where it was to begin with, but I also realize we never really had the chance for a tour when it seems like things just keeps happening.

  I knock on the door and wait. When I don’t hear a response, I knock a little harder.

  I told Liz to just chill in my guest room, and if I know her, she’s probably going through my closet right now.

  When Nixon still doesn't answer, I try to open the door and find it unlocked. Every part of me is screaming to stop, that I shouldn’t be doing this. But it’s Nixon, he’s not going to be pissed that I walked into his office unannounced. Right?

  However, I don’t have to worry because Nixon is not inside.

  I glance around the room, surprised to find no windows, but several pictures and chairs, as well as a comfy looking couch. It definitely has the minimalist vibe the rest of the house has with cool greys, whites and some black. There are splashes of light blues within, like the rug and throw pillows. He had to have a decorator do this room. There’s no way he would have bought throw pillows, let alone, ones that matched his rug and the rest of the décor.

  I'm about to leave after scoping out the area when I hear a muffled ‘fuck’.

  “Nixon?” I call out.

  A portion of the wall opens and Nixon steps out, followed by Maddox. How big is that secret room?

  “What’s wrong?” Nixon asks immediately, looking me up and down, not in a sexual way but as if assessing for damage.

  “I was just seeing what was going on. Anton was being weirder than normal.” I answer, crossing my arms, refusing to give in to the anxiety I feel after going against everything I was taught growing up. Like to always knock and never enter without permission.

  “Oh. I didn't hear you come in.” He says coming around the desk to stand in front of me. Maddox ventures back into the hidden room once he realizes he’s not needed.

  “I knocked first.” I assure him. Just in case.

  “Ember, I'm not your dad, I don’t care if you come in here. Hell, I’d prefer you be in here.” He smirks. “Might not get anything done, though.” Now his gaze turns sexual.”

  I smile with a small laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind. What's going on in your secret agent room?

  Nixon's face loses its mirth and turns serious. “We discovered something that we have to take care of, but it can wait until tomorrow. Anton will be back in morning to keep an eye on you and Liz.” I think about objecting, as if we need to be babysat, but I know it's for our safety. “I was thinking about making some dinner. Maybe having a moment of downtime. I have a feeling everything will go to shit soon.”

  “Great.” I say sarcastically, “I’ll go see if Liz will help make dinner while you guys finish up, sound good?”

  “Yes. Thank you.” He walks closer and presses a kiss to my forehead, a look of promise in his eyes as he backs away. A shiver runs down my spine.

  I can’t wait.

  ~***~

  Dinner runs smoothly. We manage not to burn down the kitchen and the food turned out surprisingly good. There were shockingly no arguments between Liz and Maddox, but there was some tension. Whether it was sexual in nature is beyond me, I was too concerned with the looks Nixon kept giving me.

  I'm washing off the dishes after Maddox and Liz leave with promises to see each other tomorrow, when Nixon comes up behind me and cages me in between the sink and his hard chest. I can feel the heat radiating off him as he leans down to press his lips against my covered shoulder. “You know I have a maid, right?”

  “Yes, but it feels weird making a mess in someone else’s home and not cleaning it up.” I murmur, silently begging his lips to travel up my neck. I tip my head to the side, just enough for him to get the message. Thank God he does.

  Running his hand up my arm and into my hair, he grabs it in his fist and tilts my head further to give himself better access. A tingle erupts between my thighs as his lips suck the sensitive spot on my neck.

  His other hand rests against my hip, squeezing me once then spinning me around to face him. His lips crash into mine, plunging his tongue inside. I kiss him back with just as much fervor, running my hands up his stomach and over his chest, grabbing onto his neck and pulling him into me.

  I moan as his hand travels down to my ass, squeezing hard before lifting me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. He makes a move to set me on the counter, but I pull back. “Bedroom.”

  He searches my face, looking for the smallest bit of hesitation, but he won’t find any. I’ve been waiting for this goddamn day since I read my first romance. And, yes, that's how I got ‘the talk’. I guess Dad just assumed I’d be a virgin forever. But if I have anything to say about it, I won’t be by the end of the night.

  Seeing the determination in my eyes, he nods. A pang of nervousness hits my chest as he carries me up the stairs, I hide it by running my lips up and down his neck. He steps into his room, kicks the door shut and flips on the lights before sitting me gently on the edge of the bed. He takes a step back, reaching for the collar of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

  How can such a simple act be so fucking sexy?

  He smirks like he can read my mind. At this point, I'm almost convinced that he can.

  I reach out and snag his belt, pulling him closer before undoing it, going slow enough that he has the chance to stop me. Honestly, I'm surprised we’ve made it this far.

  As soon as that thought passes through my head, he places his hand on mine and pulls it away from him. I'm about to protest when he says, “Not yet.”

  “But it's going to happen.” It's a statement, not a question.

  His smirk turns deadly as he glides his hand into my hair and pulls my head back with enough force to send another bolt of pleasure to my core at the twinge of pain. “Oh, it will happen. But I want to take my time. You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

  “Could have fooled me.” I scoff with an eye roll.

  He growls and slams his mouth against mine.

  ~***~

  Taking Ember's mouth has become one of my favorite things. Ever since she first crushed her lips against mine a few nights ago in her kitchen, it's all I can think about when she's around. The kiss before the party just wasn’t enough. If I have my way, I’ll be able to claim her mouth whenever the fuck I want.

  I step back between her legs and wrap my hands around her thighs, picking her up once again and tossing her further up the bed. She squeals as she lands. Her laughter cutting off as she watches me pull my belt through the loops. Her eyes stay glued to my hands as I unbutton my pants and slowly pull the zipper halfway down. Just enough to tease her. I quickly rid myself of my socks and shoes before joining her in the middle of the bed.

  Gently pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, I trace a line to her jaw, down her neck and over her chest. I watch her as I reach for the hem of her shirt and slip my hands under, pulling the shirt up as I run my hands along her taut belly. She shudders as I reach her breasts.

  I yank the shirt the rest of the way off and throw it behind me, keeping eye contact for several seconds before gazing down at her exposed breasts. Of course, I noticed she was braless all throughout dinner. She should be glad Maddox couldn't take his ey
es off Liz long enough to notice or we would have had problems. But, goddamn, no matter how much I imagined them, the real things can't compare. They're a little more than a handful, just begging to be squeezed.

  Her tight pebbled nipples plead for attention. I lean in closer, letting my breath brush over them, causing them to pucker more. I glance up at Ember to see her face washed in desire with a hint of frustration. I smirk then dive in without preamble, sucking her nipple hard, causing her to arch off the bed with a gasp.

  My other hand trails along her stomach and up to her neglected breast to pluck at her nipple. Her hands release from clenching the sheets. One hand digging into my shoulder while the other clutches at my neck, holding me in place while also pulling me closer.

  “More.” She murmurs, her grip tightening.

  I pull back despite her protest, giving the other nipple a quick suck, then kiss a path down her stomach. I stop when I reach the band of her yoga pants and look up, asking for permission while also allowing her to see the desire reflecting in my eyes.

  “Please.” She practically pants and I haven't even touched her yet.

  I run my finger along the inside of the band before tugging them down, leaving her light blue lace panties in place. I stand as I pull her pants all the way off, taking the time to push my own jeans down before making my way back onto the bed.

  I widen her legs with my shoulders, kissing my way up her thigh and to her center, giving her clit a quick suck through her panties. She gasps again.

  “Stop teasing me and take the damn things off.” She demands, which only makes me tease her more.

  “You should know demands don’t work on me.” I flip her over and pop a quick smack to her ass. She yelps, then moans as I rub circles over the red handprint. She always did mark easily. “I want to take my time. Let me have that.”

  “You’ve had fucking years’ worth of time.” She practically whines, earning her another swat to the ass. She mumbles something I don’t catch, but knowing her she probably called me a few choice words. I smirk because we both know she likes the teasing. If she didn't, she would tell me so, instead of just trying to rush me. Ember has never been one to shy away from taking what she wants. Obviously. And I don’t think her being a virgin will change that, either.

  I run my tongue along her spine, sinking my teeth into her shoulder until she yelps. It turns into a moan as I lave my tongue over the bite. Again, no protests. I'm starting to think sweet little Ember likes a little pain. I trail my tongue back down her back to her ass where I give it another slap before dragging her panties down her legs. Repeating the process of getting off the bed and pulling them all the way off before discarding my boxers. I grasp both of her ankles and drag her to the edge of the bed, lifting her ass up so she's on her knees. She starts to turn her head to look at me, but I slap her ass. “No looking.”

  She growls, making me grin. God, I love fucking with her. I'm sure I’ll love fucking her even more.

  But not yet.

  ~***~

  He's driving me goddamn insane with this teasing. If I don’t get some relief soon, I'm going to scream. And not in a good way either.

  I do scream when I feel his wet tongue slide along my slit.

  Fucking, finally.

  He continues to lick and suck until I'm on the edge, begging him to finish me off. But he doesn't.

  Instead, he completely stops and flips me over to my back. I would never tell him this, but I love when he tosses me around like a rag doll. I guess it's the primitive in me. I laugh to myself, but all humor dies when I get a glimpse of Nixon's cock.

  Holy. Shit.

  I may be a virgin, but I’ve seen a few dicks in my life. Yes, they were on porn. But porn doesn't always have pretty dicks. Now Nixon has a pretty dick. Well, as pretty as a dick can get.

  I'm not scared that he won’t fit, because when I say I’ve been waiting for this day, I’m not kidding. I’ve trained my body with an assortment of vibrators which I left back in California. Liz isn’t the only one with a collection. However, I had a feeling I wouldn't need them here. Guess I was right.

  Nixon’s dick is just a smidge bigger than my latest vibrator, which is perfect since I was thinking about upgrading to a bigger size before shit went down.

  Now some people may say that I don’t sound like a virgin. Liz likes to call me the sluttiest virgin ever. But when you read the books I do, and fantasize about a man as hot as Nixon, you become a little slutty. Even if it’s just in thoughts and there's nothing wrong with that.

  “Nixon, if you don’t stick your dick inside of me within the next thirty, I will hurt you.”

  He chuckles and settles between my thighs, holding himself up on his elbows so his dick barely grazes my center. “I don’t want to hurt you, Ember.”

  I explain to him about my vibrators and if I'm not mistaken, I think he grows a little harder. As if that’s possible. I wouldn’t call his dick a monster cock but it damn sure is close.

  He growls. “I'll still go slow the first time.”

  “As long as there are many more times afterwards.” I smile, leaning up to softly kiss his lips. The kiss grows heated as he takes control, grinding his cock into my heat. The tip of his dick hitting my clit at the perfect angle. The orgasm I didn't quite get before makes a roaring reappearance. I don’t think either of us were prepared for it. I definitely wasn't prepared for him to slam his dick into me all at once, making me scream louder as my orgasm intensifies, the slight pain of him stretching me to my limit only adding to my pleasure.

  “Fuck.” He groans, his face pressed against my neck. He sinks his teeth into the junction of my shoulder, causing my pussy to tighten around him. He growls in return before sliding back out then slamming home. “Fuck slow.”

  “Yes.” I moan, fuck do I moan. My nails dig into his back as he finds a rhythm that makes me see fireworks. I try to meet his thrusts, but find it feels so much better when I lay here and just take it. My back arches more and more until I reach my peak. “I'm going to come again.”

  “Wait.” He growls, lifting up and pounding into me harder, watching my face as I get closer.

  “I can’t.” I pant, trying to, but not as hard as I could. Because who the fuck wants to wait for an orgasm.

  “Ember.” His thrusts become jerky as he nears his own end. “Now.”

  I scream and he growls as we maintain eye contact throughout our climax.

  We both collapse to the bed, his body slightly crushing me, but not enough for me to make him move. My pussy throbs around his dick, making him moan and jerk inside me.

  Only then do I realize we didn't use a condom.

  “Um, Nixon?” I mumble.

  “Hmm?” He grumbles into my neck.

  “We didn't use a condom.” I state curious to see his reaction. I, on the other hand, am not worried.

  He leans up on his elbows and stares down at me. “You’re clean and you know that I’d never put you in any danger.”

  “Well, don’t you think getting pregnant would put me in danger with my father?”

  He smirks. “No, considering he knows it's in my plans.”

  “Oh, and when was I going to be made aware of these said plans?” I tease, not offended in the least. Afterall, Dad did mention something like that when we talked in his office.

  “Right now.” He grins, pressing a quick kiss against my lips before pulling out and heading to the bathroom. He comes back a minute later with a cloth and wipes me clean. Which is sweet but unnecessary since I have to pee.

  I get up and take care of business, pausing to look at myself in the mirror while washing my hands. I don’t look any different. Other than the flush covering my cheeks and traveling down to the top of my breast. But I feel different, lighter. Like I’ve accomplished something great. And in a way I have. Getting Nixon to finally fuck me has taken a long ass time. But it was worth the wait. God, was it ever.

  Nixon comes up behind me and cages me in between his arms, an
other thing I won’t tell him I love. Although, him being the mind reader he is, he probably already knows.

  “You good?” He asks. If he bothered to look away from my tits, he would see that I am, but I think he already knows that, too. Asking is just a formality.

  “How long until you're ready to go again?” I ask in response, grinding my ass into him.

  He laughs, “I want to explore some more. Where’s this tattoo you were speaking of?”

  The sparkle in his eyes shows he knew I was lying from the start. He just wants to shove it in my face. I don’t respond, instead choosing to spin around and kiss his lips once more. Things get heated quickly and he proceeds to eat me out on the counter and then fucks me in the shower… then once again in the bed before we finally fall asleep.

  16. Caveman

  The sun shining through the window wakes me up once again. Stupid sun.

  I would be more annoyed if it weren’t for a certain appendage of Nixon's already awake and laying against my ass.

  One would think after last night I would be sore, but nope. I'm raring to go.

  Again.

  I swing my leg over his thigh and reach between my legs to grasp his dick. I slowly slide it along my slick folds before pushing him into my opening. I can’t take him as deep in this new position, but his tip rubs against a new spot that certainly makes up for it.

  I moan quietly as I circle my clit with two fingers, grinding back against him. After a moment he finally gets with the program and thrusts into me.