by Amy Marie
I blush, glancing over to see Derrick still not looking my way, before deciding to join in.
Me: I miss riding your face, Casen. I want to smother you with my pussy.
Casen: That’s enough.
Me: Can dish it out but can’t take it. You know what I can take? Your whole cock in my mouth.
Casen: I’m warning you, Embyr. I’m going to spank your ass.
Me: Don’t tease me. Just imagining your red handprint on my ass has me soaking wet.
Casen: You can type it all you want but tonight we’ve got a phone sex date.
My body tingles with excitement. I’ve never had phone sex but I know that just hearing Casen’s voice may just take me over the edge. My sexual appetite has been at its peak since I started dating him. Besides the time we were apart, I don’t think Casen and I have gone for more than a day without some sort of release. Even when I’m out of commission, on my monthly visitor, I still crave giving him a release.
The hotel is beautiful. From the street, it looks like it was built in the early nineteen hundreds but inside it’s all been updated and modern. The marble floor leads to a granite check-in desk, dark wood surrounds the lobby. Red drapes fall from the tops of the two story ceiling. I don’t think I’d ever be able to afford one night in the place let alone three.
“Checking in,” Derrick tells the petite brunette woman at the counter. “Quinn and Masters.”
She types a few keys before looking closely at the screen. She hands us the keys. “Thank you, Mr. Masters. Here are your room keys. You’re in room 654 and Ms. Quinn is in 656. Adjoining rooms, like you requested.”
I stand there stunned as Derrick’s face turns a dark shade of red. He says nothing as we enter the elevators, and he hits the sixth floor button.
Deciding to get it over with I ask, “Why did you ask for adjoining rooms?”
He looks dejectedly at me. “It’ll just be easier to open the door that goes between both rooms than to go through my door than yours.”
“But why would we need to do that?”
“Embyr, we’re at a conference. There is a lot to be learned. We will have much to talk about.” His blond hair falls onto his face, and he brushes it over with his fingers.
I nod but still feel uneasy.
We agree to meet at five o’clock. I enter my room, immediately going to the door that connects to his. I secure the lock and make sure there are no peepholes to look through.
The room is a decent size and matches the lobby almost exactly. Dark wood panels line the wall and red drapes are hung over the windows. A queen size bed lies between two nightstands and a small couch, desk, and chair is on the far side of the room. I walk into the bathroom and gasp. The tub is huge with a separate shower and toilet behind its own door. I can’t imagine the cost of this hotel but this is where the conference is and so this is where they’d like us to stay.
Smiling I strip out of my clothes and start to draw up a bath, knowing I have three hours to get myself ready for tonight.
The meet and greet was phenomenal and the open bar helped my nerves very much. I am usually good at meeting new people but Derrick has been glued to my side, touching me any chance he can, and it made for a long night of thwarting his advances. He and I are going to have a talk. The doors to the elevator open to our floor and we walk along the soft, dark red carpet down to the end of the long hallway. When we reach our doors I turn to him.
“Derrick, I need to say something.”
He steps closer, my senses going on high alert. “Don’t.” He commands, just before he grabs my neck and crashes our lips together. I fight. I push, but he continues. He sneaks his tongue into my unwilling mouth, and I can taste the bourbon he had been drinking all night. I make one more attempt to push him off. This time he gets the point.
His chest heaves up and down as if he’s run a marathon and my foot is itching to kick him straight in his balls. I wipe my mouth. “What the fuck, Derrick?”
His eyes widen. I’ve never uttered a curse word in his presence but he fucking deserves it. His head shakes side to side as though he can’t believe he just did that. “I’m so sorry.” He apologizes, pulling his card out and disappearing into his room.
Slowly, I enter mine and rid myself of my dress, putting on a tank top and shorts. I think about what just happened as I wash my face and brush my teeth. I would understand him maybe getting the wrong idea but I clearly was pushing him away. Now I have to spend the next forty-eight hours with him.
I crawl into bed at ten thirty, my phone lighting up with a message from Casen asking if I’m back at the room yet. Instead of responding, I hit the call button.
“Hey,” he answers seductively and I start to tingle.
“Hi.”
“Are you back?”
I scoot lower into my bed, torn at how I’m supposed to tell him what happened tonight. This isn’t something I can keep to myself until Monday. “I am. Listen, Casen…”
He interrupts. “Are you naked?” His voice is lower, intimidating.
My nipples harden and my hands come up to brush over them. “I’m not but I can be.”
“Take off whatever you have on, Embyr, and get on top of the covers. I want to imagine you completely bare.”
I comply, sliding out of the bed and out of my clothes. There is a chill in the room but I do as he asks and lie on top of the comforter. It’s dark and the windows are closed, so no one will see, but I know I’ll have to be quiet, Derrick is in the other room.
“Okay,” I tell him. “I’m ready.”
“Are you wet?” he asks. “Reach down and tell me.”
My fingers snake down my body, dipping into my pussy. It’s slick. “Yes.” I breathe out a moan.
“I’m fucking rock hard, Em. I want to bury my cock so fucking deep inside you. I can’t stand it. Stick two fingers inside yourself.”
I don’t verbally respond but add my middle finger to my pointer, making sure my thumb grazes my clit. His voice, the cold – it ignites me. I moan louder.
“Work it in, baby. Fast. I want to hear you come on your fingers. Talk to me. Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Oh God,” I whisper. “I’m finger fucking myself, Casen. I’m so damn wet just from your voice. Are you jerking yourself off?”
“No. Not yet. I want to hear you come first.” His breathing is heavy and quiet. “Finger fuck your pussy faster, Embyr.”
I do, feeling my slickness coat each digit thoroughly. “I’m going to come.” I feel a tingling start in my toes. They curl, and it radiates up into my spine.
“Circle your clit, baby. Think about riding my face.”
I do, and the vision shoots me over the edge. I don’t give a shit who is next door. I cry out, my knees falling to the side as I ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“That’s my girl.” He purrs. “So fucking loud.”
I can feel my face burn with embarrassment. I can only imagine how much of that Derrick heard and my heart jumps as someone knocks on the door.
“Shit!” I whisper harshly. “Someone’s at the door.”
“Open it.”
“No! I’m naked, Casen, and embarrassed.” I groan.
Three more knocks. “Open it, Embyr.” Casen commands. “I want to see you. Don’t put anything on. Just open it.”
I freeze, paralyzed with the thought Casen might be here and hoping like hell I’m not getting my hopes up. I keep the phone at my ear and tiptoe to the door. Taking a peek through the peephole I find it’s blocked. “Is that you? Are you here?”
“I want you to open the door. Open it fucking wide, Embyr, and you better be naked. Your hands better be soaked with your orgasm because I want to lick it off them. Open. The. Fucking. Door.”
My throat constricts as I unlatch the security bar and slide the door handle down. I take a deep breath and throw the door all the way open, placing my trust in Casen and hoping like hell it’s him on the other side.
It is.
/> “What are you doing here?”
He eyes my naked form up and down. “I wanted to be here with you so that during your off time you’d have someone to do.” He winks.
All six feet of him takes over the doorway as he pushes me in, turning on the soft light of the entryway, and moves me to the bed. He drops his stuff onto the floor and grabs my right hand. He places it in his mouth, licking between each finger. “Fuck, Embyr. Lay down. I want to lick the rest of this up from between your legs.”
He shoves my shoulders, essentially pushing me to the soft blanket and lifts my legs over his shoulders. His fingers spread my lips apart and his tongue begins to soak up the remnants of my self-induced orgasm.
When he’s finished, he quickly stands up, ridding himself of all his clothes. My jaw drops. Even though I’ve seen him naked dozens of times I still am in shock of how well kept his body his. The tight lines of his muscles make me want to run my tongue along every crevice. His knee comes up onto the bed and the sound of a notification coming from my phone distracts his purpose. He picks it up, and his brow furrows.
“Why is your boss texting you right now and apologizing?” he asks, angrily.
I sit up, taking the phone from him and read the message.
Derrick Masters: I’m so sorry, Embyr. I’d like to talk about it in the morning.
I sit up, forcing him to sit up as well, ready to extinguish this heat. “I was going to tell you before we started our little phone session.”
Telling Casen face to face, with the perpetrator on the other side of the wall, is much harder than I would have imagined. He stills. “Tell me what?”
Both of us are sitting here naked and I feel as though we need to get dressed. I almost suggest we do but I don’t want to prolong this. “He kissed me tonight.”
It’s eerie. The calm he exudes right now. He doesn’t turn red. He doesn’t start breathing heavy. He doesn’t storm off. He just quietly asks, “Did you kiss him back?”
I shake my head. “No, absolutely not. I pushed him away immediately.”
He bites the side of his cheek. “Where is his room?” He doesn’t stand up. Doesn’t move to put any clothes.
Hesitantly, I point to the wall. “Right next to us.”
He shakes the bed, the headboard hitting the wall, and then crawls up my body, compelling me to lie down.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
A devious smile plays over his lips. “Claiming you.”
I’m going to have a lot to explain to Derrick in the morning. Like why, despite my attempts, I was yelling out Casen’s name as the headboard banged into our neighboring wall.
***
The next morning, Casen and I find Derrick at the breakfast buffet. Derrick eyes us skeptically but soon, recognition registers, and then fear.
Casen walks straight to him, extending a hand. “Casen Parker, Embyr’s boyfriend.”
Derricks eyes grow wide as he looks from Casen, to me, then back to Casen. “Derrick Masters. Embyr’s boss.”
Their hands drop.
“Nice to meet you,” Casen tells him. “If you could keep your hands and your lips off my girlfriend I’d appreciate it.”
“I…I didn’t know sh…she.” Derrick stutters. It’s the first time I’ve seen him rattled and I’m embarrassed for the both of us.
“I know you didn’t. Now you do. Next time I won’t be so civil.” Casen walks over, kisses me on the cheek and says, “I’ll be upstairs if you want a break between your sessions.” Then lowers his voice. “Then we can have a few of our own.”
I blush, and he leaves me to Derrick. “Morning.”
“Listen, Embyr. I’m so sorry.”
I nod. “It’s okay. We’re good now. Let’s just forget it happened.”
“Done,” he says, picking up some fruit and placing it on his plate. “Let’s get fueled up for the day.”
I grab some food and we take a seat at a table for two in the corner. I’m amazed at how easily that all just went.
“He must really love you.” He comments. “To come all this way only to spend a little time with you.”
“I hope so.”
FIFTEEN
CASEN
It was an interesting weekend, to say the least. My surprise visit to Embyr in New York for a few days was extended until Tuesday so we could spend some time seeing the sites. Not to mention a little public sex in Central Park. I have an insatiable appetite for her. I don’t know why I dropped six hundred dollars for a last minute flight but if I’m going to go all in, I want to be all in.
I was pissed to find out her boss kissed her. I wanted to break his door down and beat the shit out of him, but what would that do? It would prove nothing. So I fucked Embyr seven ways from Sunday and made sure the next morning he knew she was mine, if he didn’t know already.
He kept his hands to himself and even joined Embyr and me for dinner on Sunday night. As much as my fists were clenched in his presence, I couldn’t blame the guy for wanting her. He also didn’t know she had a boyfriend, but we fixed that.
Every day it gets easier and easier to see Embyr for the woman she is becoming lately and not the one who tried to ruin me. Things are starting to feel normal for us. Most nights are spent at my house, and in my bed, with the exception of when I have to work. Reece and I recently took our Lieutenant test and should hear the results any day. He and I are on speaking terms now, and he apologized when Embyr brought us dinner to the station a few nights ago. I still feel distant from him but I know that will pass in time. He and Trinity have been getting closer as well. It seems as though we are falling back into normal life – if you want to call it that.
Embyr left for work an hour ago and I’m about to head to the gym when my phone rings. It’s my mom calling and I pick up right away.
“Hey, Ma!”
“Hi, Casen. This is your mom,” she tells me.
I laugh. “I know, Ma. That’s why I said ‘Hi, Ma’. I have caller ID.”
“Pish posh.” She chastises. “I wanted to make sure you knew it was me and not one of those girls you date.”
“Girl.” I correct. “Just one. Embyr.”
“Ah, Embyr. Are we back together? I thought you didn’t sound like much of a pissant today.” She laughs.
“We are. I took your advice and we are working through it all.”
“That’s good to hear, Casen. Are you working today?”
I take a sip from my water bottle. “I’m not.”
She sighs. “Okay, be here at six-thirty tonight, with Embyr. The Smith’s are coming over and I’m making enough for the neighborhood.”
I let the door close behind me as I leave my place. “I need to ask Embyr if she’s free.”
I know she is free. She’s coming here after work again, but I don’t want to put her into a situation she doesn’t want to be in.
“Six thirty, Casen Grant Parker.” She lays down the hammer using my full name.
I hit the button on the elevator, rolling my eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”
***
Embyr is fidgeting from the passenger side of my truck. Her hands are wound tightly into one another, and her right leg is bouncing at a rapid pace.
I burrow my hand between hers, snagging the left one. “Baby, you need to calm down. Do you need me to stop and get you off before we get there?” I joke, but to be honest, I’d do it in a fucking heartbeat.
She side eyes me, and I wink, causing her to laugh. “No, I’m just nervous. I know you told your mom who I am but I’m a wreck knowing Ian’s parents will be there as well. I’m not sure I want to tell them.”
Squeezing her hand I reassure her. “We don’t have to tell them, okay?”
Not looking my way, she agrees. “Okay.”
I think every light in the lower level of my parent’s house is on when we arrive. The front door is open to the two story brick house on the corner. I can smell my mom’s meatloaf as soon as I step out of the truck.
Walk
ing over to Embyr’s side, I open her door. She slips out, adjusting her jeans and light pink sweater. “It’s a beautiful house, Casen.” She compliments.
I take her hand in mine and lead her up the stone sidewalk. “Thank you. It was nice growing up here and have all this room in the yard to goof off in.”
I live in the housing development across the street from Lake Arlington where Embyr grew up. I was within walking distance and sometimes I would ride my bike over to her side and just sit. I wasn’t a stalker. At first, I was just waiting to see if she ever came out and maybe get a chance to talk to her. After what we did, I would ride over just to make sure she was okay. Before the bet her house seemed full of life, afterward all the shades would always be closed.
I point across the street. “Ian lived there in that green house, and Reece lived down the street.”
Her head dips a little. “I know where they lived.”
Stopping just before the stoop to the entryway, I pull her face into my hands. “Embyr, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Sometimes I forget.”
Her face shakes up and down in my hands. “I know. I do too. It’s okay. Sometimes it’s good to forget.”
I give her the briefest of kisses before my mom throws the glass door open. “Casen! Embyr! Come in! Stop trying to make babies out here.”
We both laugh. “Mom, stop!” I tell her.
She ignores me, dragging Embyr in for a hug, before pulling back and taking her in. “I mean, I want grandbabies, and you two would make beautiful ones but not yet. Make him put a ring on it if he likes it.”
Embyr bursts into a fit of giggles. “Oh my God, I love your mom,” she tells me after we walk inside. “She’s so funny.”
I slap her ass out of view of everyone. “Yeah, she’s hilarious!”
I feel a small amount of weight lifted that was on my shoulders now that my mom has broken the ice a little bit.
We meet my mom in the kitchen. She’s pulling the meatloaf out of the oven. “I hope you like it, Embyr. This is Casen’s favorite.” She slams the steel door shut and looks at Embyr. “Remind me to give you the recipe before you leave.”
“I’d love that.”
My mom leans on the counter and stares at the two of us, not saying a word. I’m about to say something when Mom breaks the awkward silence. “Embyr. Casen has told me everything.”
