“Mm-hmm,” was all he could get out. With his heart thudding in his chest, he’d never felt more touched at his best friend’s words. This was the most genuine thing anyone had ever said to him. He realized then that the top ten genuine things said to him had all come from this girl’s lips.
“Emma, do you understand why you’re here with me?”
“I think so.”
“Well, I need you to be sure what this is about. Tell me if you are.”
Maybe she was about to say yes. Maybe it would be a no.
He got up and walked over to the door which he tested. It wasn’t locked. This time, he needed it that way in case Gabe had to pop in with another warning.
Her eyes watched him like a hawk—one that wasn’t completely convinced. When he walked back toward her without having locked the door, she gave him that look like he’d forgotten something even a first-grader would have known to do.
But then it must have dawned on her, and together they again named their mutual lookout. “Gabe.”
He took her hand in his and squeezed it tight. “This is about trust and the night I lost it where you’re concerned. If I can’t earn it back, tell me now and we both walk out of here. Friends and nothing more.”
“And the other option?” she asked him.
“We stay. You stay for me, and I stay for you.” He kissed the top of her head and said the rest into her hair. “In this room, right now, we stay for each other, no matter what.”
The way her body went from having fallen into his so soft and supple to sudden stiffness, he wondered why exactly that was. She would run the club someday. And he sure as hell wouldn’t have her working in a place where one damned room brought her so much anxiety and grief. It was why he was so insistent on making this impromptu meeting in here work, so all the hurt would be blanked out for good.
“Stay for me?” he asked her one last time.
Chapter Seven
Fifteen minutes into their session and Sam’s clothes littered the floor. Emma glanced for the umpteenth time at the wall clock and mentally excused their messiness. Time ticked and ticked. He sat there, waiting, letting her make the first moves.
She kneeled and watched his teeth come out on display as he tugged in on his lower lip.
They were doing this, right? It’s what they both needed. Closure? New memories? A proper send-off? She nearly got dizzy.
Sweat glistened off the massive muscles of his chest when she looked up from her new and very foreign place on the floor. Her knees could have used some extra padding but the discomfort was second to what she just decided would happen. The words echoed in her head. Stay for him. Trust each other.
"You want me to touch you, Sam?" She would, happily. At this point she was dying to have more, continue this once-forbidden play with the best friend she'd always loved.
He guided her hand that he held up to his lips and kissed her fingers, then let it go loosely as if he was letting her go to make the next decision on her own.
"I want you to touch me with your mouth, Emma. If you want to."
Emma wanted to, so badly, and now, seeing him at the point of pleasure and pain, she had what she needed to go through with it. She blew out a breath. His chiseled abs tensed and she prepared to take her best friend into her mouth.
Fighting the inability of her jaw to expand wide enough, she rubbed her hands up his naked and equally muscled thighs and squeezed. “I want this,” she said, feeling she needed to state it out loud before he inevitably questioned her.
“Are you sure, Emma?” He groaned that last bit out through a tight jaw, even tighter abs, and a deep, rumbling voice that had several moans lined up to leave her throat. “You don’t have to.”
He seemed to sense the “but” she didn’t add and looked at her with that serious, captivating darkness of his. Emma ignored the doubt in his eyes and let her lips fall down until they met the thick head of his penis. He sucked in air and a hiss. His abs tightened. She willed her mouth to fit him inside.
She let her tongue explore him. The second her tongue found his sensitive underside, shivers cooled her body. His body shuddered in response. The telling action boosted her confidence. But as she tried to take more, she found it embarrassingly harder than she’d thought and resorted to more tongue probing and kisses along his shaft. The butterflies in her belly became less about the thrill of this long-awaited intimacy and more about her inadequacy. She looked up and his eyes came open again.
The look on his face wasn’t right. Was her time up? Had he tired of her fumbling attempt?
She’d already pleaded with him to stop the sweet kisses along her neck, the explorative hand and fingers that had travelled up her spine and back down to tenderly take of her bottom. She’d asked him to give her the chance to go first. To find something he liked that she could be good at. He’d agreed after several clever pouts and glances at his erection. And now here they were, with her failing miserably.
“Emma, you don’t have to do this. Come here,” he said and tried to pull her up onto his lap.
She stayed planted. “Except I do need to do this, Sam.”
“Need to? Because trust me, it’s not a requirement. It kills me that I made you feel that way.”
“Sam,” she said but lost whatever else she should say in that moment.
His thighs relaxed and his hips scooted forward in the cutest way, like he was offering up his lap as a soft place to rest her head while they debated whether or not she would ever be able to do this properly. Maybe it wasn’t a deal breaker, but the profound sadness she saw him trying to hide made her relentless in this desire to figure it out.
Her friend and ex-Army soldier had played dress-up for her, for God’s sake, in a Navy uniform of all things. She owed him this and took a chance with her next words, feeling fairly certain she knew the answer.
“You’ve never had this done full-on and properly before, have you?” Silently she prayed he’d say no because she realized what a silly question it had been as soon as it slipped out.
Look at the man. He was gorgeous, built beyond belief, and a complete gentleman. Women with way more experience than her would surely have lined up to do him the favor. She’d seen them salivate for the chance here every night.
Whatever the truth, he quietly told her, “No.”
She tugged her bottom lip in as she surveyed his delicate yet powerful cock, poised and ready to be claimed. The sudden realization hit hard. If she didn’t do it, eventually, Sam was going to find someone who would. He’d settle down with someone. An ache wormed its way through her heart.
A gust of his breath blew down over her forehead.
“Hold on,” she said. “I’m not giving up.”
“Hon,” he started to say. The endearment melted her senses. Another check mark on the good relationship list he’d started earlier. “Is this stubborn you or determined you?” A hot breath poured out from his lungs.
“Both,” she said, refusing to lose contact with his eyes right now.
His eyes closed for a second. He wiped a hand over his mouth, then plugged his nostrils for a split second and sniffed in. His eyes turned dark green, the gray in them taking over and turning her to almost nothingness. “Just the head, if you can. That would be perfect, you don’t need to do anymore. I’m just too fucking big.”
The fact that she never heard him curse around her said everything.
Emma undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt-dress, amazed he’d made that request, skipping over the ones that he’d already expertly started and undone, and let it fall to the ground.
“No, you’re perfect, Sam Jason.”
She undid her bra and sucked in a breath as she let it fall, too. His eyes, hooded and heavy with thick lashes, acted like an observant spy, collecting all her bits and pieces as evidence. She’d never felt more wanted, more safe. The best part? He’d looked at her once this way before. Her idea? She prayed he liked it.
Emma went back to the spot b
etween his huge thighs and returned to her knees. She bent over and took just the head of his cock into her mouth. His taste hit her immediately, and her teeth scraped up against his sensitive flesh when her mouth tried to close around him. There was no way around that.
She held him, salty and moist and hard, in her mouth for as many seconds as she could before needing a breath. Sam let out a soft groan. She hoped her teeth hadn’t hurt him.
When she breathed, she breathed him in and then laid more kisses and long licks up and down. The way he held so still, his breaths obviously being controlled to the nth degree, she prayed he was into it. One more time, she spread her lips around his wet tip and this time was able to take just a little more of him in. She let her tongue rub up against him and in the same instant, felt his large, bare foot find her leg. He massaged the length of her calf and could tell his toes were curled when, with only his foot, he nudged her closer to him from the back of her thigh. The movement knocked him out of her mouth.
“Sorry,” he let out. “I was distracted...want you closer to me.”
“Shh,” she said, then stood and tugged him up out of the chair. She tried anything she could to give the uneasy feeling of S room the boot, but it hung over her like an insistent dark cloud. She did her best to keep him from seeing it, unsure if it worked.
As he stood, he stopped her and took her in his arms. “Thank you.” His words came out uneven. “I loved that.”
He’d loved it but hadn’t been pushed to the brink of an orgasm. It hurt her to know she’d failed. But she was about to make up for it—she hoped. Emma had to break away or she’d get lost in his gentlemanly side, and tonight, as they’d both insisted, was about trusting each other. Which meant pushing each other to certain limits. She’d agreed to this crazy ride, and she wasn’t abandoning him at the first bump. If only this room didn’t feel so dark. Luka’s cruelty still clung to the walls, the ceiling, that chair.
“I think this will work best if I lie down on my back,” she said to him in her bravest voice.
****
“Okay.” Sam was all about agreeing at this point. He hadn’t planned on Emma having her own agenda tonight. He’d get to his soon enough but the truth was they didn’t have all night. The clock on the wall said it all. Soon enough, show number two would end. But he wouldn’t rush her. She was trying so damn hard. Besides, he trusted Gabe had his back.
She looked like an angel lying there on the floor. And positioned like that, he finally got to see her in her entirety. Her breasts were the first things to throttle him into overdrive, even though she still wore her bra. Perfect, he knew they would fit one in each hand. Her waist and hips were slender but despite what she thought, she looked nothing like a boy. His hard-on should be evidence of that. Why wasn’t it, he wondered.
“Sam, down here,” she said, holding her hands out to him. He wasn’t sure exactly what they were about to do, but he’d done his research two years ago on several fantasy runs through the Internet articles, because yeah, back then he’d thought about taking her often. Missionary had ended horribly the first time around. She had to remember.
“Hon, you’re sexy as hell down there, but we need to do this in the chair.” When you what? Spit it out, man. “When I enter you.” Total honesty—his only policy with her at this point.
She blinked, looked away, and then pinned him with two even darker brown eyes. “I thought you were supposed to be trusting me.” She was pleading with him?
At that, he dropped to his knees and straddled her at her waist. His dick sensed the proximity to her body, and he had to remind himself how important it was to do this right this time.
“Come up here, closer.” She showed him what she meant by placing her palms over her breasts.
He nearly died when she did that, except if he fell, he would have squashed the life out of her so he fought to keep his composure. On the way up her tight little body, he paused to drag a finger up her thigh, trusting they were in this together.
“I haven’t touched you like this in so long,” he couldn’t help but say. “I remember, you know.”
Her brows puckered together and she nodded like she’d needed to hear that as much as he’d needed to say it. He still got the sense something in this room haunted her.
Her pink, gloss-free lips drifted apart and he reveled at the small sound of her breath hitching in and out. Gentle. He took a chance and used his one finger to travel over the top of her thigh, to the inside. He parted her at her core, keeping his eyes locked on hers. What was it about this woman?
The swirling look of wonder, relief, and sadness coloring her face made his heart clench. He’d never felt this much emotion with a woman. His body started the process of pumping out his seed. The head of his cock sat there so close to what he was doing between her legs with his finger that he could feel the tip leaking at the same time he felt how wet and slippery she was. Her emotions bled into him, filling him with her need, combining with his. He felt that was the most extreme sensory experience he’d ever had. With him so wet and her so wet…if this was happening, if they were taking this all the way, he would need a condom, and fast. Thanks to Jay, he knew where to find them.
“Hon? Hold on.” Sam went to the wipes dispenser mounted on the wall and felt behind it where the other guys stocked condoms.
He tore one off a strip and brought it back. “I want you safe. Always. No matter who you’re with.”
That brought out an immediate frown. She started to say something but quieted for a second.
“Wait, not yet,” she said as he started to rip it open and slide it on. “Don’t open it yet.” Was she blinking back tears? Her eyes were dry.
Trust, he reminded himself. Trust her.
All he could think to say was, “Okay.”
She held her outstretched arms up to him, beckoning him to again straddle her. When he did that, making sure his dick was well clear of her opening, she grabbed his forearms and gently tugged him down.
“I’ll mash you, Emma.”
That dark, haunted look in her eyes seduced and slapped him into submission. Her actions finished him off. She let go of his forearms and took her breasts in her hands and pushed them together, making the most luscious little valley. One he could slide himself in and out…
She lifted her hips below him, the flesh-covered bones nudging into his ass cheeks. The movement caused him to scoot forward, up her body, nearing her awaiting breasts.
“I just…I thought we could try this,” she said, scorching him with the uncertainty he heard. His battle for restraint and the time he took had caused her to doubt that he was dying to push himself into that perfect space. No control whatsoever would get her hurt again. He had to get his head straight. Meanwhile, his cock was so fricking ready for this, to slide between those two beautiful breasts. He dripped on her chest, right between the two small creamy mounds.
But she nodded that he’d guessed correctly. “In lieu of other things I wish I could do—”
He was out of words and couldn’t handle hearing the hurt in hers.
“Thank you, Emma.”
Sam hadn’t asked her a question but she said, “Yes.” As if she knew he needed to hear that one word first.
He braced his hands on either side of her head to ensure he kept his weight off her. Looking down at her as she held herself together for him, he slid his cock up the fleshy center ridge of her ribs and then held himself still.
This was pure bliss. Already, like nothing he’d ever felt before. But when he rocked his hips further, and pushed higher up, and then she tilted her chin downward so that the head of his cock tapped her chin and then her open mouth, he nearly lost it.
The fantasy of allowing himself to shoot his cum into her mouth like this was overwhelming and made him pump faster and harder. All the while he paid attention though, making sure she was still holding her breasts for him and letting her tongue seek him out with each thrust.
Her breath kept hitching, in a
nd out. The face she made, thank God it left no questions. It wasn’t a smile but she needed this as much as he, if that was possible.
That was why the tickle and swirl happening in his stomach caught him off guard. He had to stop mid-thrust to avoid coming and having it land in her pretty hair, on her pretty face. One more squeezing of his ass muscles and the tip of his cock nudged up against her chin one final time right before he forced himself up, spun around to the dark corner, and exploded onto the wall.
He closed his eyes tight, ashamed he’d lost control like that as his cum shot out forcefully. He let his forehead crash against the wall. “I’m sorry,” he said.
He felt her hand caress his ass cheek and looked down to see his cock respond with a slight upward jerk. “Don’t be,” she said and then slid her hand into his, prompting him to turn around. “You didn’t have to run away just now. In fact, I’m kind of sad you did.”
She was giving him permission to do what he’d just envisioned while standing there at the wall, coming. Her face remained a dark mask of pleasure and pain. God, he wished he knew for sure what had her down like this.
He followed her back, hand in hand.
When Emma laid down back on the floor and tugged him down with her, he felt overwhelming amounts of frustration that he’d lost that control. “I won’t do that again,” he said and walked himself up on his hands and knees, then waited, hovering over her.
The touch of her fingers on the slit of his cock threatened to choke out all his air. “You’re still wet, Sam.” She rubbed the moisture around the overly sensitive tip. “Come here,” she said pulling his hips forward until he was throbbing back at her mouth.
He listened, letting his still-pulsing cock dip into her mouth as she surprised him and lifted herself to suck gently at the tip and then lick the rest of him for the remnants of his cum.
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