by Pamela Ann
Heather: Are you still mad at me? I said I was sorry, baby. I miss you. Call me whenever you’re lonely. I’ll be waiting…
“Not going to happen, Heather,” I muttered under my breath about the same time that I heard the sound of heels coming towards me.
Emma, strutting with her hips swaying, seriously caught me off guard for a good minute. I shifted my pants so she wouldn’t notice the bulge that was becoming more uncomfortable by the second. “Sorry, I hope you weren’t waiting long.”
“I wasn’t. Are you ready to go?” I asked, acting as though I wasn’t jumping like a little kid inside.
“Yep, I am.”
Five minutes later, I had just realized that I’d forgotten that my phone was attached to my Bluetooth. It was really distracting when I had to keep rejecting every time it rang. “Sorry, give me a second.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket when it slipped out of my hand and slid into the small gap next to the seat and the compartment. “Shit.”
“I’ll get it, give me a sec,” Emma offered, leaning over as she reached lower into the tiny gap.
I wasn’t thinking straight when my gaze flickered towards her. Her breasts were a lick away and I swear my mouth watered from the aroma of how delicious they smelled.
Gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles were white and drained of any blood, I heard her gleefully exclaim that she had found it. “Here you go!” She handed me my phone before I muttered my thanks.
I was so absorbed in trying to think of things other than Emma that when I suddenly felt her hand on my arm, almost caressing it, I was caught off guard. “Sorry, did I miss something?” I distractedly asked, my dick growing every second her arm lingered on my skin.
“I was asking where we’re going for dinner. Why are you so distracted, Carter? Is something bothering you?”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat before shifting on my seat. “Something’s bothering me, I guess.”
“Want to share it?”
Could I? Would she run away if I tell her that I want to stop at the nearest spot and have her ride me? Fuck, I cursed inwardly as the images I conjured up flashed in my head. “I want you.”
“You did tell me, last night, remember?”
“I did… but what I meant was I want you right now.” I emphasized the need for clarity.
“Oh.”
“Exactly.” The light had just turned red, and the growing stretch of silence as the time ticked by made me uneasy.
“How long will it take you to drive back to your place?” Emma glanced at me, eyes bright with mischief.
Was she teasing me? I groaned, smiling even though I was frustrated. She was cute and pretty, but when she turned into this sultry woman, I didn’t know how long I could hold off before taking her. “Ha ha, I’m not laughing.”
“I’m not, either. I wasn’t joking, Mason.”
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly very dry. “You mean… you’re, okay to be with me after everything I told you?” Okay, the excitement got into my head so I had to pull over and gather my wits before I spun to face her with seriousness. “You know, once we step into my home, I’m going to take you in my room, Emma. There won’t be any going back and rethinking it once you get there.”
Those big blue eyes glittered in the dusk, studying me with scrutiny. “I know. I’ve never done this kind of thing before, but I want to have fun. I’m only in college once, so why the heck not?”
I didn’t even respond to that because I was gunning the engine to get back to my place as quickly as I could. Fuck traffic. My SUV was barely on the driveway before I cut the engine, jumped out, opened Emma’s door, pulled her out and carried her inside my house while she squealed on my shoulders. “Carter!”
Hastily opening my door, I strode towards my bed and carefully placed her in the middle while I was on my knees, looking over the beautiful scene before me. The sunset that filtered through my open balcony made her look even more breathtaking. It made her skin glow almost like gold.
I couldn’t reign in my desires any longer, I took her lips and kissed her like I was kissing her for the first time—with impassioned thoroughness. She was hot as she kissed me with eagerness, reaching out behind my neck as she pulled me more firmly against her lips. I placed my body on top of hers while I used my knee to part her gorgeous legs so I could have better access to her body.
“Carter,” she moaned when I placed my hardness against her soaked pussy. “Are we allowed to see other people or are we exclusive?” she breathed out, still kissing me.
I’d never shared my women before and I wasn’t going to start now, especially not now. “You bet your sweet ass we’re exclusive, Emma.”
“Wait.” She panted out, eyes closed. “I might, disappoint you in sex.”
Fuck. “Are you a virgin?”
She gave me a small shake of her head. “No, but I’ve only been with one man and we weren’t really experimental.”
I wasn’t the kind of guy that cared about how many men a woman had slept with. I mean, come on, I had lost count with my number, but what Emma had told me made me a very happy man. “I don’t see that as a problem. In fact, I like that a lot.”
“You sure?”
“Hell, yes.” I maneuvered my lips around her neck while my hands cupped her ass cheeks, slowly rubbing my body against her core. “I feel like you’ve shot me, Emma. You stung me with your poison and you’re my only cure,” I groaned out as I roughly pushed the fabric against her creamy breasts down, placing it underneath her luscious orbs, accentuating them abundantly for my taking.
“Dear God!” Emma shrilled when my teeth found her pebbled nipple.
With both of my hands, I manipulated her breasts, squeezing them as I pushed them against each other before snaking out my tongue, licking her nipples that were close together. “You’re… you’re,” she moaned, reaching out and clasping her fingers in my hair, nails digging into my scalp.
“I’m what?” I looked at her before biting her other nipple until it was in the same state as the previous.
“You’re very rough. Are you always like this?”
I smiled before I lowered myself in between her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress upwards until she was fully exposed to me. My cock was on fire and I had to ground my hips on the mattress to try to sooth it. I wanted to savor Emma like a good vintage wine where you sip it slowly, enjoying each burst of flavor in your mouth, letting your palette get used to the taste of excellence. Because that’s what Emma was, prime excellence. Planting butterfly kisses on both of her inner thighs, I then bit into her skin before soothing it with my tongue. “I love it rough, hard—so hard that you will only feel me pounding against you, working in and out of you until we’re both fucked out.”
Her flesh colored mesh thong was drenched from her wetness. I groaned when I stuck my tongue out and tasted her through the tiny strip of cloth. Delicious. I bit the heart of her clit, pulling the mesh cloth in between my teeth, testing its resistance before I pulled it harder, ripping it. Emma stilled when she heard it rip, half-sitting on her elbows as she watched me in befuddlement as I used my fingers to tear it wider all while watching her back. I continued to rip the fabric until the soft material hung loosely aside, exposing her slick cunny, all for my pleasure.
Not breaking our eye contact, my tongue explored her silken folds, flicking her sensitive button before sliding it down to her entrance. “Is this turning you on?”
Her wet lips parted before telling me that it did turn her on. She looked so aroused as she watched me taste her that I couldn’t help parting from her dripping folds and launching myself against her body, kissing her. All inhibition and control were gone the second she opened those lips of hers, kissing me back, as she tasted her essence on my tongue.
I cursed when her hands reached inside my shirt, rubbing me everywhere before she tried to pull it off my body. I was kissing her, grinding her mound with my jeans as I successfully pulled my shirt off. Hands on her butt, I secu
rely cupped it before rolling her over, switching positions. Her lips were imprisoned with mine as I massaged her supple, well-toned cheeks while running my fingers along her crack, all the way down to her hot channel. One hand gripped her cheeks to widen them while the other teased her vaginal entrance.
She was moving her hips, silently begging me to touch her, when I stuck a finger in and she cried out my name.
Her muscles were gripping my finger, knowing quite well that her orgasm was building up, peaking, ready to awash her body, but I stopped it and pulled my finger out. “Not yet, baby. I want your orgasm around my dick. I need to feel you that way.”
“Damn it, Carter,” she muttered, rolling us again until she was on her back, hands unfastening my jeans in haste, pushing them down with her feet whilst kissing me. Her hands took care of my boxers next until they reached my knees before those eager hands finally found my hard length and I moaned as she stroked it.
Breaking our kiss, I panted against her face, body in knots with anticipation. “Guide me inside you,” I grunted out, rolling my hips until the tip of my shaft brushed against her entrance, coating it with her essence. Emma stroked me a few more times before pressing it inside her. The mushroom-head of my shaft squeezed into her halfway before it slid back out. She was going to try again, but I halted her because I wanted to last longer and if she kept going, there was no chance in hell that I would.
Pulling back from my elbows, I planted both of my palms against the sides of her head, studying her face as I slowly slid my cock inside her channel. I stopped a quarter in, pulled away until the base of my head was in her entrance then slid it back into her wet channel, inching deeper into her. Shit. Hell. Fucking shit. “You feel incredible, Emma.”
She opened her legs wider, showing me more of her beauty before I completely lost control, taking her hard until we were both spent, coming together in each other’s arms.
Breathe You In
“Baby, your phone’s been ringing like crazy,” I spoke against her hair, not wanting to part from her warm body. Emma mumbled something unintelligible before drifting back to sleep.
Shit, it was ringing for the fourth time now. Should I get it? It might be something important since the caller was calling non-stop. Leaning over as I reached out for her phone, I checked who it was. Lewis. Was he her brother?
“Emma’s phone,” I sleepily answered the call.
Silence greeted me then came a sound of him clearing his throat before speaking. “Can you please hand the phone over to Emma?”
“She’s sleeping, but if it’s really important I could wake her up. If not, I could take a message and relay it to her when she wakes.”
“Who are you?” Lewis asked, not in a disrespectful tone, but with apparent curiosity. I was sure he was dying to know.
This dude was an ex of hers, I’d bet my ass on it. “I’m Emma’s boyfriend, Carter.” Guess I was now, I thought with a smile. Seriously, I liked saying that a lot, though.
“Tell her to call me back. Thanks.” He hurriedly cut the call without giving me a chance to say another word.
Jealous ex. Too bad, buddy, she’s mine now. Sighing, I went back and wrapped my arms around her, slightly slinging my leg over hers.
Definitely mine, Lewis.
Consume Me
It was Tuesday and I was sitting in class with my mind not on what the professor was spewing, but on the amazing weekend I had with the woman who hadn’t left my mind ever since I had seen her that first night.
I hadn’t seen Emma for twelve hours, but I was already counting down the time until I could see her again. Not able to hold myself back any longer, I decided to send out a text.
Me: Just saying hi. What are you up to?
Emma: Just got out from working on the pole. What’s up, Carter?
Pole? Like a stripping pole? Well, what other poles were there?
Me: You strip?
Emma: I’m not sure where you’re going with that, but just so we’re clear, I’m not a stripper. Pole as in workout in the studio. Not at the local strip joint.
Fuck, on both counts. Fucking thank you for clearing that up and another fuck for giving me images that shouldn’t be in my head during class.
Me: You’re not being nice, Em. I’m in class and I’m thinking naughty thoughts.
Emma: Sounds like the usual you. Stop fantasizing, Mason.
Me: Want to make it my reality? I have 15 more minutes in class then I’m free.
Emma: Be here in thirty, not a second more.
Me: You bet.
My eyes kept flicking on the black and white industrial wall clock, counting down until it was time to leave. I blew out a whistle when the teacher released us from class. I was the first person out the door, rushing out to get to the parking lot.
Fishing my keys out, I heard Lindsey behind me, stopping me in my tracks.
“Guess someone had a great weekend, huh?” I spun around and faced her. She was raising her brow, arms folded, eyes glaring at me.
“Spill it, Lindsey,” I said with exasperation. I needed to get to Emma’s, not stand here out in the sun and get decked out by my sister’s condescending rants.
“I told you not to mess with her. In a month, you’re just going to dump her for the next new ass you want to screw! She’s my fucking roommate. She’s nice, we get along and I really like being friends with her. She’s not like Cece or some other ho you’ve been with. Emma just got out of a four-year relationship. She doesn’t need a man like you who doesn’t take a woman’s feelings seriously.”
My sister was a passionate person, most especially, when it came to her friends. She was very protective of them and had always told me to back off and I had. However, when her best friend, Cece, went inside my bedroom at five in the morning naked, looking for sex, I caved in. I was what, seventeen at the time? With my hormones and a naked woman on my bed, only a man would understand the difficulty of rejecting a naked, willing woman.
I tried not to let her words hurt me. She meant well and only wanted to look out for Emma. I guess, I couldn’t blame Lindsey for acting that way. My record with women was truly despicable and I wasn’t about to make excuses for it. “I know she’s not like Cece, Linds.” I paused, opening my door and shoving my stuff on the next seat. “You never heard me say this, but Emma’s different, okay?”
Her raised brow became furrowed. “Now you got my attention. Don’t stop now; keep talking.”
“I really like her. After I spend a weekend with a woman, I don’t sit in class and think about what happened, but I did with Emma.” I was having a hard time trying not to expose myself too much, but I also wanted her to understand that, this time, it was different. “I would like it if you could back me up and not bitch me out. I’ve never asked before, but I’m asking you now.”
Those puppy brown eyes scrutinized me, pondering what I had just told her. When she let out a heavy sigh, I knew she knew I meant business. “I’m not going to lie, I love that you’ve found someone like Emma. I think she could even be perfect for you—just as long as you don’t fuck it up, Carter. I’ll support you, but the second you shit on that support, I’ll even set her up with men to move on from the likes of you. You’re my brother and I love you, but you’re a whore.”
My sister was not one to mince her words. She merely says it like it is. “Thanks, Linds. I’m off to your place to see her.”
“One more thing, don’t you guys dare do the nasty on the couch. Keep it all in her room.”
Nodding with a grin, I pulled out my phone and called Emma. “I’ll try to remember,” I responded to my sister.
“You better!” she threw back before walking away.
Dammit, but I love my sister, bitchiness and all, I thought with amusement before I heard the woman who made my blood rush to my head at the sound of her voice.
Emma picked up after the third ring. “Hey!”
“On my way to you.” I didn’t want to waste any time. Emma was ruling my wo
rld and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
She huskily laughed on the other end. “‘Kay. Drive carefully.”
“I’ll try. I can’t get there fast enough, though.” I was grinning like a fool before cutting the call.
What was wrong with me?
Fucking come on. Smiling all the time was, well not bad, but it simply wasn’t me.
You Make Me Smile
We were at a house party thrown by the teammate, Monroe, when I noticed Emma’s drink was about empty. “I’m going inside to get more to drink. Do you want anything?” I whispered in her ear, my hand snaking inside her fitted top, touching her hot skin, before giving the side of her hip a tight squeeze.
Emma shook her head before giving me a light kiss. “I’m okay for now, babe.”
“Well, I could use a drink!” Amber chimed in.
“Me, too, Mason,” Trista hooted out. “I could use some munchies, too, please?” she asked sweetly.
I groaned before unclasping my hand from Emma’s body. “Yes, yes. Anything else?”
“Yeah! Bring some hot men,” Amber called out as I started walking back inside the villa.
I was at the bar, waiting on my drinks when Cece appeared next to me. Glancing her way, I made a quick nod before reverting back to watching the barman make my drink as I toyed with the thin red straw in my mouth.
When Cece moved closer, I pretended that she wasn’t there. She knew I was with Emma, but she didn’t care. “I’m still crazy about you,” she murmured, voice almost whiny.
Here we go again.
Cece’s been in love with me. She confessed that she’d always been. That’s why she gave her virginity to me that night when she woke me up naked her junior year. Cece has appeal and I’m not going to lie, I’ve called her up when I needed a quick release. She always gave out, not once did she ever tell me no, but that’s all she was, a quick fuck. Deep down, she knew I wasn’t going to take her seriously, but she’d continued to be relentless.
