Untamable

by Jamie Schlosser

  He sucked in a breath as he slid through my wetness. “You shave?”

  “Wax, actually. Hurts like a bitch, but gets the job done.”

  “I like it,” he breathed out, dipping two fingers into me before circling my clit.

  Gasping, the back of my head fell back with a dull thud.

  Light from the hallway glowed under the door, casting shadows over the awe-filled expression on Emery’s face.

  With heavy-lidded eyes, he moved his fingers in and out of me. Slid over my smooth, slick skin. Took his time exploring me, relying on his sense of touch to memorize my anatomy in the dark.

  When his thumb brushed over my clit again, I lost my patience, bucking against him while making an unattractive grunting sound.

  I needed more.

  He laughed, pushing away from the door. Fucking tease. Connecting his mouth to mine for a much-too-quick kiss, he carried me over to the bed, set my butt on the edge, and dropped to his knees on the floor.

  Emery Matheson was on his knees.

  On his knees for me.

  “Take off your dress,” he commanded huskily, his fingertips lightly grazing my knees.

  My fingers went to the buttons at the back of my neck, but I was trembling so badly I couldn’t get them undone. Frustrated, I let out a huff.

  “Fuck it—leave it on. These, though…” Sliding his hands under the skirt, he grabbed my panties and started tugging them down. “These need to come off.”

  “I don’t normally wear panties,” I admitted.

  He stopped, the red lacey material at my knees. “Ever?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “I’m not a fan of fanny floss.”

  “You mean to tell me you’ve been going commando for the past two days?”

  Nodding, I kicked my legs a little, trying to get the damn underwear off already.

  “During the interviews?” he asked gruffly.

  “No panties.”

  “At Target?”

  “Nope,” I confirmed. The thong slid down my calves and got caught around my ankles.

  “Then why did you wear them tonight?”

  “I was trying to do a thing,” I teased, repeating the words he’d said just minutes before. “A sexy thing.”

  He chuckled.

  “Well, I think we can both agree that these aren’t needed from now on.” Finally removing the panties, he tossed them over his shoulder. He pushed my knees apart. “I want to taste you.”

  “Can you do me a favor first?”

  His eyes bounced up to mine. “Be careful what you ask for. I’d say yes to pretty much anything you want right now.”

  I laughed. “Turn on the lights.”

  His eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” I pointed to the wall. “That switch right there. I know that’s an odd request,” I said as he got up. Bright light flooded the room and in one smooth move, he whipped his shirt off. My eyes roamed his chiseled torso, memorizing every indent of his abs, the sharp lines of his pecs, the V leading down into his jeans. “I just want to see everything. And I want you to see me.”

  “I see you.” Smirking, his gaze raked over my body before his eyes landed on mine.

  That face… That was what I really wanted to see. The muscles were great, but it was his expression that got me.

  I knew what I must’ve looked like—a horny, tipsy mess. My hair mussed up, my dress bunched around my waist. My lipstick was probably smeared.

  But he looked at me like I was precious and beautiful. Perfect and important.

  And my room was a disaster. While I kept the rest of my apartment clean and clutter-free, my bedroom was my safe space of unorganized madness. The closet door was halfway open, showing the tightly packed dresses and clubbing tops I never wore. Clothes were overflowing the hamper in the corner, and half of the contents of my makeup bag were scattered on the dresser. My yellow comforter was crooked, only covering half of the bed.

  But Emery didn’t seem fazed by any of it. His eyes were focused only on me.

  As he closed the distance between us, he nimbly undid his belt and the button on his jeans, but he didn’t pull his pants down. Instead, he let them hang open, giving me a view of his black boxer briefs and the bulge underneath.

  My core clenched.

  I started scooting back because I expected him to get on the bed with me, but he grabbed my ankle and dragged me back to the edge of the mattress like I weighed nothing. Any trace of the gentleman I’d gotten to know was gone. Then he knelt on the floor again.

  “Lie back,” he ordered.

  “Um…” Propping myself up on my elbows, I went for complete honesty. “Since we’re doing disclaimers tonight, I feel the need to tell you that I can’t get off this way. Going down on me is nice of you, but maybe we should just skip it.”

  Raising his eyebrows at me, the lower half of his face disappeared between my legs. “We’ll see about that.”

  “Okay.” Lying back down, I shrugged. “Just don’t be disappointed when nothing happens.”

  The heat of his breath on my center sent a pleasant jolt through my body.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy oral sex. Just like I’d told him, it was nice. Like sinking down into a hot bubble bath is nice. Like being given extra meat on your Subway sandwich without paying for it is nice. Like reading the last page of a book is—

  All my thoughts fled when he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them up in a ‘come here’ motion, while also sucking on my clit. No build up—he went from zero to sixty in less than a second.

  Totally intense, just like his kiss.

  I moaned. “That feels—that’s good. Ohmigod.”

  My thighs tightened around his head, but he nudged me back open by bringing his other arm between them.

  His fingers continued to move inside of me, while his other hand rubbed my lower belly in a circular motion before pressing down. The pressure from the outside and the inside at the same time stimulated some place deep inside me in a way that had never been done before.

  “Oh, shit. Fuck, fuck.” I let out a guttural groan, my eyes rolling back at the extreme combination of sensations. “What—whatareyoudoing?” The words all ran together.

  Emery lifted his head, a knowing smirk on his face. “Getting you off.”

  Then his mouth was on me again and his hands went back to work. Those long, thick fingers curled up again while he rubbed my belly, just above my pubic bone.

  My G-spot. That was what he was getting at. And it was beyond intense. It obliterated every sexual experience I’d ever had, and that included time with myself. Suddenly, I was very happy that my vibrator kicked the bucket.

  My heels dug into the mattress. I fisted the sheets. Panted heavily. Moaned loudly.

  I had completely lost control of my body. All my awareness was centered on the quickly building orgasm. My vision blurred, spots exploding in front of my eyes.

  What kind of extraordinary talent did this man possess? It was like a three-ring circus down there. What he was doing required coordination and the ability to multitask. No one had ever touched me with this much enthusiasm. Emery wasn’t half-assing it. He was giving it everything he had.

  He’d successfully gone from awkward and clumsy one minute, to a magical vagina wizard the next. I liked his contrasting sides. Liked that he was multi-dimensional and so damn real.

  Threading my fingers through Emery’s hair, I gripped a handful and pulled.

  He growled against my clit before sucking it back into his mouth.

  The hand on my stomach pushed down harder, increasing the pressure on my G-spot. Wetness gushed onto his hand and face, but I was too lost in the sensations to be embarrassed.

  “When’s the last time someone made you feel like this?” He lifted his head long enough to ask.

  “Never,” I choked out.

  “Good.”

  His tongue flicked my clit, and a violent tremble worked through me, my pussy clenching around his fin
gers.

  My stomach muscles tightened and fluttered. My thighs shook. My toes curled.

  Achieving an orgasm had always been so much work for me. It took a huge amount of effort to get there.

  But like a runaway train, I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried.

  My entire body quaked as I came, my inner muscles spasming so hard my shoulders lifted off the mattress and a scream ripped from my throat.

  Emery didn’t speed up or slow down. He just let me ride it out, waves of ecstasy rippling through me. A long moan tapered off into a series of whimpers as I tried to catch my breath.

  Then his fingers slowly slipped from my sensitive core.

  Stuck in some euphoric state, I was slightly aware of strong arms scooping up my body, moving me until my head rested on the soft pillows.

  I felt the bed dip and I cracked an eye open to find Emery sitting on the side of the bed, watching me while licking his fingers.

  Licking his fucking fingers.

  “How do you know how to do that? Maybe you watched a shit-ton of online tutorials? Lots of practice probably,” I mused. “And I don’t know why I said that. Your sexual history is none of my business. Actually, I take that back. It’s kind of my business since we’re about to fuck, but I still don’t want to know the answer. Besides, if you feed me some cheesy line about being the pussy tamer, I might be tempted not to sleep with you. And I can’t let you ruin this for me.”

  Climbing up my body, he chuckled at my rambling. “Truth is, I haven’t so much as kissed someone in over a year.”

  It was difficult to hide my shock, but I tried. “Well, that makes two of us then.”

  His face softened. “I meant it when I said I don’t do casual sex.”

  “Then what are we doing?”

  “I don’t know. I just want you so bad I can’t think straight.”

  “Good enough,” I responded with a nod. Gripping the back of his neck, I pulled him down for a kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue and it made me hot all over again.

  Grabbing his wallet from his back pocket, Emery pulled a condom out before tossing the leather to the floor. Taking the package between his teeth, he ripped it open.

  I pushed his boxers down far enough for his thick cock to bob out.

  When my hand wrapped around his hard length, the throbbing in my center came back with a vengeance.

  I thought I would’ve been satisfied after the orgasm of the century, but I felt like I could come again just from the sight of his gorgeous dick.

  Long, straight, and thick. I stroked him from base to tip, loving the feel of his velvety skin.

  “Oh, fuck,” he rasped, watching me jack him off.

  His cock twitched when I flicked my thumb over the bead of precum at his tip.

  He reached between us and rolled the condom on in one graceful movement. The underside of his erection tapped my clit and a new surge of heat flooded my center.

  This was it. I was going to have sex with Emery.

  “Ready?” he breathed out, and I wasn’t sure if he was asking me or himself.

  Rocking my hips, I nodded. “Now.”

  Any hesitation Emery had vanished as he drove into me with a powerful thrust. I cried out at the sudden stretch. I was already sore from his fingers, and the pain heightened the pleasure.

  He groaned against my neck, loud and long, but he didn’t stop the rolling rhythm of his hips. That was the only way I could describe how he moved—he wasn’t just grinding against me, he was rolling.

  I could feel the wave undulating through his stomach, traveling down to his pelvis, ending with a smooth rocking motion, his cock plunging deep.

  A high-pitched gasp left my mouth every time he pushed all the way in, my body struggling to adjust to his size.

  Missionary position had never felt like this before.

  Nothing had ever felt like this before.

  With every pump of Emery’s hips, his belt clanked and jingled. There was something erotic about the fact that we both still had some of our clothes on. He palmed my breast over my dress, finding my nipple and plucking it with his fingers.

  “Fuuuck, Emery.” I grabbed the headboard, wrapping my hands around the thick iron bars. Needing something to hold on to. “Your dick is huge.” It sounded like a complaint, even though I was pretty happy about it.

  Emery let out a half-laugh, half-grunt. “Estelle, I’m not gonna last long, especially if you keep talking like that.”

  “Ohhh, your massive rod of steel feels so good.” Now I was just fucking with him, and he knew it. “Fuck me with your big, hard—”

  Reaching between us, he pinched my sensitive clit and I squeaked.

  “I’m serious, Estelle. I don’t want it to be over yet.” His thrusting slowed and I grinned up at him.

  “Good thing we’ve got all night.”

  CHAPTER 9

  EMERY

  I wasn’t going to last. As much as I tried to fight it, I knew the orgasm building in my balls was coming, whether I liked it or not.

  And Estelle wasn’t helping the situation.

  She wanted to push me over the edge. Wanted to make me lose control. It made me want to fuck her harder, but if I sped up I’d definitely be done for.

  Peppering kisses along my jaw, she latched onto my neck and sucked at my pulse point. Chills and heat simultaneously raced through my veins.

  She rocked her hips in time with mine, and her pussy squeezed my dick every time I retreated from her body, like it was trying to suck me back in.

  It felt so fucking good.

  I tried to think about un-sexy things: cleaning litter boxes, Steve’s recent freak out over a virtual fortune cookie, the latest men’s fashion craze known as the romper.

  It was no use. Estelle bit down on my earlobe, bringing me back to the moment.

  Against my own will, my hips bucked faster. Estelle spread her thighs wider, welcoming me into her body, even though I could tell it was hurting her.

  I knew my dick was above average in size, but hearing her say it turned me on. One of the things I liked most about Estelle was her blunt way of speaking.

  But right now I needed her to stop talking about my ‘massive rod of steel’ so I could last long enough to make her come again.

  I kissed her, pouring all of my unexpected feelings into the hard press of my lips. Without slowing my pace, I circled her clit with my thumb.

  “Mmm,” she moaned into my mouth. “Touch me there. So close.”

  “That’s it. Come on my cock,” I panted as her inner muscles began pulsing around me.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please, please. Oh my God. I’m gonna—”

  Throwing her head back, she didn’t finish the sentence. Feeling her pussy squeeze my dick, watching her face contort with ecstasy, hearing her call out a string of profanities—it was the best moment of my life.

  There.

  There was that unadulterated happiness I’d almost forgotten about. Making Estelle come was my new favorite hobby.

  And now it was my turn.

  Spreading her legs wide, I drove hard, rooting myself as deep inside her. I didn’t think it was possible to come harder than I did the night before in the RV. But I was wrong. So very wrong.

  Tingling started in my spine, my balls drew up tight, my abs clenched. I felt something powerful building as I quickened my pace. Shudders wracked my body, and I tightly gripped Estelle’s thigh, anchoring her to the bed. Or maybe I was the one who needed the anchor, because it felt like my entire body was going to implode.

  Pieces of me were going to shatter, splinter, and break. And I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to be the same.

  Raking her nails down my shoulder blades, Estelle cried out as my cock swelled inside her. I could tell she was going to leave marks.

  I liked it.

  The sharp sting pushed me over the edge and I buried my face in her neck, groaning as my dick pulsed, filling the condom with cum.

  I thrusted
deep two more times, breathing in the scent of her sweat combined with jasmine and honey.

  For a second, I feared I would always associate this feeling with that smell. That, for the rest of my life, I’d never be able to come again without thinking about Estelle.

  “Goddamn,” I gasped as the orgasm ebbed away, but I didn’t pull out yet. I wanted to stay inside her for as long as she’d let me.

  She breathed out a satisfied moan and I lifted my head to find a small smile on her face. Eyes closed, features relaxed.

  I kissed her slowly—first her top lip, then her bottom lip, then her whole pouty mouth. The flesh was puffy and pink from our aggressive kisses and the scruff on my jaw.

  “Goddamn, Estelle,” I said again, my lips brushing against hers with every syllable. Resting my forehead on hers, I tried to control my ragged breathing. “I think you might’ve just ruined me.”

  She laughed lightly, but I wasn’t joking.

  Our physical connection was intense, but it was the emotional thread between us that scared me the most. I’d only known Estelle for a couple days, but I already felt like I knew her. She was so open. When I looked into her eyes, she didn’t hide anything. Didn’t hold anything back.

  She let me see her—all of her. I was such a lucky motherfucker.

  Having the lights on was an uncommon request for a woman. Bold, just like Estelle. I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity while I had the chance.

  After leaning over the bed to dispose of the condom in a nearby trashcan, I rolled Estelle onto her side. “Let’s get this dress off.”

  I unhooked the clasp at the nape of her neck, before undoing three little black buttons. Sliding the fabric down her left arm, I kissed her shoulder—the one without the tattoo. I wanted to turn her all the way over so I could study the art on her back, but the material fell open in the front, revealing her perfect breast.

  Estelle shrugged her arm out of the dress, and a breath whooshed out of me at the sight of her creamy skin. Her nipple was hard and rosy. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking on it.

  Starting at her hipbone, I trailed a finger up her side, bumping over her ribs, then tracing the underside of her tit.