by Coco Cadence
“That’s not what I mean …” He places his hand over mine. “Sure, it’s part of the reason why I turned to liquor, but it’s not the only reason.”
I bite my lip as he places his hand back on the edge of the table and leans in, his forehead touching mine. “Nights spent with nightmares does something to a person.”
“Oh …” I swallow, trying to ignore the sadness I’m feeling because of his troubles.
“I can’t sleep. I can’t think. I can’t even fucking drive a bike.” He shakes his head, and I can feel his grip tightening on the table as he’s almost lifting it up from the floor.
“And now this … you, with that guy.”
“You have to let it go, Chris.”
“No, I won’t,” he growls, frowning. “I’m not letting you near that dude again.”
“It’s not your choice.” I lean back, but it only makes him lean in more. “I can do what I want. You can’t stop me.”
“Watch me.” Something about the way he says it, the roughness in his voice, warms me to my core.
“I think you’re just jealous,” I say.
His lip twitches. “Fuck yes, I am.”
I suck in a breath, my pussy thumping from those words. I don’t know why my body responds to his voice the way it does, but it’s making me want to do things I shouldn’t be doing. God, why is it so hard to resist?
His gaze grows more intense with every passing second. “Do you know how hard it’s been for me to watch you prance around in front of me, shouting orders, pretending you don’t like me, when all I’ve wanted was you?”
Oh, god. It’s happening, again. No matter how much I want to say no, it’s becoming impossible with him all up on me, in my face, breathing down my neck … just thinking about it gets me hot and bothered.
“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about putting my hand over your mouth, turning you around, and just banging you against this table until you scream my fucking name?” he murmurs. “I come home with a fucking hard-on, and my cock is still stiff by the time I go to bed. All I think about is you, and the worst part is that I can’t even do anything about it anymore,” he growls, grabbing my arm, pinning me to the table. “I used to be able to fuck around, forget about you, and do whatever the hell I damn well pleased. But now? Now all I can think about is how I can bend you over, and it’s making me want to drown myself in alcohol.”
His words sting and I’m not sure whether I want to smash my lips on his or smash his skull in for saying that last bit.
“I’m sorry you can’t fuck around anymore because of me,” I hiss. “But you know damn well it isn’t good for you and your reputation.”
“Fuck, Em! I don’t fucking miss it. Not since I have you back in my life.” He runs his hand up my arm, creating goosebumps everywhere. “I didn’t want to do it in the first place, but when you want someone you can’t have, you turn to other people to relieve your stress.”
“You mean to give you what you need. So is that all you want? Sex?”
“No, yes, fuck yes,” he mutters, still half-drunk. “But more. Everything.”
“So that whole part of wanting me as your PR lady was just a trick to get near me?”
“No … yes …” He shakes his head and grunts. “I need help in the media department.” He looks up at me with puppy eyes that make my heart wrench with guilt. “But I also need you. Even though you don’t want me, I still want you. Every fucking day. And it’s eating me up.” He lets out an exasperated breath.
“So that’s why you’ve been drinking …” I mutter.
“I drink to forget, and after yesterday, I need lots of forgetting.”
“I’m sorry I make you want to forget, Chris.”
“I don’t want to forget!” He slams his hands on the table. “But you want me to. I do it because you need me to.”
I smash my lips together, not knowing how to answer.
“It’s been so hard to keep from ravaging you, from taking what you don’t want to give to me. When I fucked other girls, I thought of you. And now that you’re here, I can’t even do it anymore. It’s like I’m betraying you.”
“You’re not betraying me, Chris,” I say.
“I don’t want anyone else but you,” he says, licking his lips in such a sexy way it makes my heart beat in my throat. My lips are already parted, desperate to let him kiss them. God, why do I find him so irresistible?
“I don’t want to scare you off, which is why I’m trying to take it slow. That’s working out well, as you can see.” He tries to laugh it off a little. “I’m fucking wasted.”
“I’ll take away all the bottles and keep you away from alcohol for a while. Until you’re okay again.”
He grabs my other arm too now. “No, I mean I’m fucking wasted on you.”
His lips are so close; I only need to lean in and I’d be kissing him. Sweet, deliciously sinful kisses teasing my senses.
“I can’t fight it, Em. I need you. I want you,” he murmurs, his hot breath warming my lips. “I can’t fight it any longer.”
I bite on my lip, which makes him groan. “When you bite your lip like that it makes me want to be the one biting your lip,” he growls. “I can’t fight the urge anymore. I have to have you.” His hand cups my face, tilting my head. “Yesterday wasn’t enough. I need more. So much more. I wanna taste you, kiss you, lick you, fuck you, god, how much I wanna fuck you.”
I should push him away, but my body lets him move closer instead, welcoming his seductive touch and greedy lips.
And then it happens. I don’t know who gave in to the desire first, but the moment our lips lock, we’re engaged in a furious battle of needs, which isn’t going to end before we’ve both come undone.
Chapter 22
Emily
Heated kisses awaken my senses, numbing the thoughts of pushing him away. Some part of my mind knows this shouldn’t be happening, but damn, he is so hard to fight. Especially when he says those words … god, those words. They’re like the heroine to my junkie soul.
I can’t say that I didn’t want it. Despite what I wanted and made him believe, my body very much yearns for him as much as he yearns for me. My brain is telling me this is wrong, but the urge to kiss him is too strong. Especially when he starts groaning into my mouth.
The guttural sounds he makes are so hot, and the way he touches me, rough, not at all gentle, gets me wet in no time. I admit that I’m not good at denying a man when he has strong needs, especially when that man’s name is Chris. I’ve known him for so long. His little growls remind me of what he can do to my body; they remind me of the night when we were young and inexperienced. We both know he plays me like a violin, and god only knows how good he plays me now that we’re both mature. But his wild streak never disappeared, and Jesus, am I glad it didn’t.
His fingers are delicate and demanding at the same time, grasping my waist, lifting me onto the table. He wastes no time in getting me ready for a good fuck, and I am so ready for it.
His kisses are erratic, laced with bitter alcohol and a hint of sweet coconut. He plants them all over my neck; he nibbles my earlobe and licks my lips until they part and allow him entry. He’s not playing around, straight-out tongue fucking my mouth. My pussy is getting as wet as my mouth, wanting every inch of him.
His hands are all over my body, clutching onto every inch of skin I have as if it’s the last time he’ll ever feel me. He grips my breast, making me moan into his mouth, and squeezes it.
“You like this, babe?” he says with a husky voice that creates goosebumps all over my body.
“Oh, fuck …” I moan when he tugs on my nipple.
He rolls it between his fingers, twisting slightly, and sucks up my gasps as if they’re his lifeline. He quickly rips open my shirt, buttons flying off, his hand disappearing underneath. I suck in a breath when he undoes the clasp of my bra with just two fingers, jerking it down my shoulders as if he’s in a rush. The moment my breasts spring free, I fee
l the need to cover up, as if I have something to hide.
He leans back, his lips red from kissing me, and dear fucking god, they look suckable.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he rasps, making me blush. “Don’t hide from me, Em. I wanna feel your skin. See you without anything between us.” With his index finger, he tips up my chin. “I want all of you.” He leans in and presses a deep, toe-curling kiss on my lips. “Give me all of you, Em. Everything.”
Oh god, why’d he have to say such a thing? I don’t know how to respond.
“I—”
He places a finger on my lips. “Don’t say a word. I’ll show you how good it can be.”
He plants another kiss on my lips, eliciting my lips to move up with him as we separate. Damn, why do I want this so much? I’m addicted to his taste, his touch.
I let him sweep me off my feet, I admit. I have no defense anymore, all my barriers are down, and I live at the moment, clinging to his lips like it’s my source of energy. This isn’t me. I don’t let guys get close so quickly, but this is Chris, and he’s gotten me deep … deep in trouble.
My hardened nipples rub against his shirt as he lowers me onto the table, kissing his way down my chest. My breath hitches in my throat as he licks my nipple, circling around the crown, teasing the peak. His delicious kisses burn me to my core, and when his fingers travel down my body to my panties, they’re completely soaked.
“Like this?” he groans, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
My body arches to meet him, desperate for more. I dare not say the words that come to mind; fuck, yes. I feel ashamed to admit it, but I’m letting myself fall for his seduction. Hard.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to give you everything you need.” He pops the button of my jeans, rips down my zipper, and takes it all off as if it comes easily to him. His mouth has my mind spinning, distracting me, but not enough for me not to notice his hand disappearing into my panties. When his fingers slide over my pussy, I gasp, my clit thumping with need.
“Did you ever fantasize about this, Em? Did you ever think about me taking you hard and fast on this table right here?”
I whimper as he rubs my clit, his fingers sliding down my wetness, coating me entirely.
He chuckles. “No need to answer … I already know.”
“What?” I mumble, lost in delirium.
“Your pussy is begging me to make it come,” he murmurs, and then he gently tugs my nipple with his teeth, causing me to moan out loud. “But maybe your pussy hasn’t deserved it after making me so jealous I almost punched a guy,” he growls, and then he rips down my panties in one go.
His smile is deviously sexy as I look down at him, and I’m still trying to decide whether to jab him in the face or let him fuck me until I’m drunk on love.
He grins, licking his upper lip agonizingly slow as if to show me how much he has my body under his control. “But I also know you and I want this too much.”
“You can get jealous all you want, but this pussy only belongs to one person and that’s me,” I retort.
“Oh … we’ll see about that.” His gruff voice drags, heating me up from the inside out.
Suddenly, his hands grip my waist and he lowers himself off the table, between my legs. My eyes widen as his nose dips close, sniffing my scent. After a second, he growls, “Mine.”
And then he dives in, burying his head between my legs.
Sweet Jesus, Chris King is licking my pussy as no man ever has before.
He sucks my clit, taking it into his mouth like a sweet candy, making me squirm. His lavish licks have me scratching the table, looking for something to hold onto, as he kisses me hard and deep. When he buries his tongue inside me, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“So ready for me,” he murmurs. “So fucking wet.”
A moan escapes my mouth as he keeps licking and sucking, almost as if he’s enjoying my juices. I can’t recall the last time I was this wet for a guy, but this is no ordinary guy. He’s a fucking sex god; the way he circles my clit with his tongue is as if he knows exactly where to go to make me come.
His hand grips my waist tighter, fingers digging into my skin, while his other hand drifts to my belly to press me down on the table, keeping me in place as he claims my pussy. And claimed me he has, my body completely overthrown by his command. It’s only a matter of time before my heart follows as well.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven, Em. You taste so good; I can’t stop,” he groans, diving straight back in again.
He’s not even taking the time to breathe, and neither am I, sucking my breaths as I can because my body is about to explode in pure ecstasy. It feels wrong, and I’m trying to stop myself from coming undone, but my body isn’t listening to me.
“Don’t hold back, Em,” he murmurs, tugging my clit gently with his teeth. “Don’t resist.”
“I can’t …” I mutter under a heavy breath.
“You know I won’t stop until you give it to me,” he growls. “No matter how much you beg me to, I won’t stop worshipping you.”
“Oh god …”
He grins, gazing up at me from under his eyelashes. “You know who this pussy belongs to … who it’s always belonged to.” He licks me again, and my whole body shudders. “It’s time we both admit that you and I belong together. Naked. Fucking until the sun goes down.”
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter as he laps up my wetness.
“I’ll fuck you all right, but not until you come,” he murmurs, making my clit thump. “Come all over my face, babe.”
Holy shit. His filthy words are too much.
“Don’t hold back; give it to me!” he growls, moving his hands to my ass, pulling me even closer to his face. My fingers wrap around his hair, tightening as my climax closes in.
“Yes, fuck my face,” he says, licking me senseless. “Fuck, you’re so hot when you tremble from my tongue.”
“I’m coming,” I moan, biting my lip.
“Yes, fuck yes, do it.” His fingers clamping around my ass send a sliver of sizzling pain down my thighs, causing me to explode. His roughness makes me buck, desperate to get closer to his mouth, his tongue, his face. I want to rub myself all over him and then some. God, I’ve really lost it, but fuck, it’s so good. The waves come and come, like a never-ending storm of delicious satisfaction, and he continues until I’m sated and completely drained.
Only then does he come up, a smug smile capturing my attention, a stark reminder of the position I’ve put myself in. I’m his PR lady, his stepsister, and he just tongued me to orgasm.
Fuck.
There’s a devilish smirk on his face as he leans up to look at my flustered face. “I told you that you’d be fucking mine.”
And then, with a squeal, I’m dragged off the table.
Chapter 23
Chris
God-fucking-dammit, I’ve been waiting so long for this day. It’s fucking on now. The beast inside me is unleashed, and I can’t control it any longer. I’m gonna bury my cock in her fucking pussy right fucking now.
As her feet land on the floor and I twist her nipple, she squeals again. God, I love those sounds she makes, as if she’s scared and excited at the same time. It gets me going like nothing else. I don’t know why, but I guess it’s because it’s her. Emily’s voice always provokes me to do real bad things to her … in a good way.
“Oh, babe, you know how I love to hear those sounds …” I say, unbuttoning and zipping down my own pants. “Especially when they come from you.”
And then my own pants and boxer shorts drop to the floor as well.
For a moment, her eyes try to stick to my face, but she can’t stop them from drifting down to my hard cock, ogling me like a horny fucker. The way her eyes shoot up as if she’s seen something precious, something secret, like a fucking treasure, causes my cock to bounce up and down. Fucking sexy, those eyes and how she wets her lips as if she can’t wait to give it a lick. Maybe I’ll let her soon,
but first I need to bury myself deep inside her. She needs to know she belongs to me.
“C’mon,” I grumble, picking her up in my arms again.
She squeals again, probably unsure of what she’s got herself into, which only makes it all the more fun. She probably wasn’t expecting it to be this good. I’ve changed the past few years she hasn’t been with me, and for the good, if you ask me—particularly the way I fuck girls. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever licked a girl that way before. Uncontrollable. Thirsty. Goddamn hungry for pussy.
I admit it, I’m whipped, but damn, she’s the only one who can do this to me.
Only her.
Goddammit, I want her so fucking bad. I’m not gonna resist the urge anymore.
I’ma fuck her so hard, the walls will tremble.
I’ma fuck her until her pussy knows it's owned by me.
And dammit, I will have her begging me for more.
Grabbing her fine ass, I carry her toward the lockers, slamming her against one as I kiss her hard. I suck on her lip, feeling her eager tongue dip out to have a taste of what I can give her. And I’ll give it to her all right.
I kiss and lick every spot on her body; she’s quivering in my arms as I hold her up against the cold metal. Her tits rub against my chest as she desperately clutches my hair, tugging me closer with her sharp nails. Fuck, it’s so hot, the way she’s practically begging me to take her.
She doesn’t need to say the words … yet.
I can see it in her lusty eyes, her parted lips, and feel it from her body clinging to mine.
She wants me.
And I’m gonna give it to her right now.
I set her down on the floor for just a few seconds. With a few swift clicks of my lock, I’ve opened the locker behind her and take out one of my spare condoms. Biting her lip, she looks down at my hard-on as I rip open the packet with my teeth and roll it down. My fingers tighten around my base, veins pulsing. I’m fucking horny, and my cock almost has a mind of its own as it bounces up and down in anticipation of feeling her tight, wet pussy around it. These blue balls have been holding up a bucket full of cum ready to burst out.
