What Emma Craves

by Amanda Abbott

  “I’m Cheri Gavin, and my husband, Frankie, is around here someplace. But that never matters here, does it?” She placed the tip of her index finger in her mouth and sucked.

  Before he could say what was on his mind, like get the fuck away from me, Mallory came bounding up. “Ah, so I see you’ve met the illustrious Cheri. Down, girl,” she scolded the buxom blonde. “This one’s taken, and he doesn’t do three of a kind.”

  Pete quirked his eyes at Mallory. They’d had a threesome yesterday.

  “Damn, Mallory, you always get to the good ones first,” Cheri whined. “But after he sees me deep-throat Frankie, I’m certain he’ll come looking for a little adventure. Won’t you, big fella?” She brought her palm up to his pec, and it was all he could do to not swat it away like a fly buzzing too close.

  “I’m standing right here, ladies,” he interjected. “I can speak for myself. Cheri, I won’t be coming to find—”

  Another woman walked up, joining the group, her sundress cut deeply down the front. “Who’s this tall glass of hunky water?” the brunette with a bob asked.

  “This is Pete Slater,” Mallory said. “You’re going to have to wait in line, Becky. He’s taken.”

  “By you?” the woman said in a haughty tone. “In all the time I’ve known you, Mallory, you haven’t stuck around longer than four minutes after the big O. You’re gone before your partner can even catch their breath. He looks to me like he’s got enough stamina for more than one round anyway.”

  This was getting ridiculous.

  “Sorry to disappoint you, ladies,” Pete said, “but I’m not with—”

  Mallory clamped on to his arm and began to drag him away. “Time to go!” she announced, turning to the ladies behind her as she continued to pull him along. “See you gals later.”

  “Where are you taking me?” Pete asked, his jaw tight. “I’m not amused, Mallory. I’m not playing any more games. I want to find Emma and figure this out with her once and for all.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “What do you mean ‘no, I don’t’? I do. Like, right fucking now.”

  Mallory had managed to half-pull, half-drag him down the beach, stopping behind a palm tree.

  “I’m done with this,” he told her. “I’m not playing these games anymore. I’ve thought about it, and I just have to let Emma know how I feel.”

  “You can’t right now.”

  “What do you mean I can’t right now?” He tried to look around the tree, but Mallory placed a hand on either side of his face to stop him.

  “I wouldn’t look if I were you.”

  He ripped out of her grasp and stomped around the trunk. Just in time to see Antonio pull back from kissing someone. Pete’s heart sped up. He couldn’t see who was standing in front of him.

  Then Antonio stepped to the side.

  A beat later, Emma’s red hair came into view. She was laughing as she placed a hand on Antonio’s chest.

  Pete felt like he’d been punched in the gut.

  The pain was physical.

  He almost doubled over from the intensity. This couldn’t be happening. Rage cascaded over his eyes, and before he knew what he was doing, he was headed in their direction, Mallory holding on to his arm, trying to keep him back.

  That wasn’t going to happen.

  Emma was his.

  Fuck everyone else.

  * * *

  “That was the lamest truth or dare anyone’s ever come up with.” Emma batted Antonio away, smacking him in the chest. She knew he was making up games as a ploy to try to kiss her. She had to admit she was flattered that he was trying so hard, but she wasn’t falling for it.

  After seeing Pete surrounded by a group of women, not even glancing her way, and then running off with Mallory, it was all she could do to keep it together.

  If it hadn’t been for Antonio keeping her attention, she would’ve been crying.

  There was a loud noise, and then Mallory yelled, “No!”

  Emma couldn’t see around Antonio, but something was going on.

  All of a sudden, Antonio was being yanked backward. Emma was surprised to see her husband, angrier than she’d ever seen him, gripping Antonio by the shirt, yelling, “What the fuck is going on? That’s my wife!”

  Pete was furious.

  Emma was floored.

  Antonio mocked putting his hands up in surrender. “Hey, man, no worries. We were just having a little fun while you were—”

  Pete dragged Antonio closer, almost yanking him off his feet. Pete was taller by a good five or six inches, but Antonio was stocky. “I said, ‘That’s my wife,’” Pete said right into his face. “Do you understand? She’s mine. If you don’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m going to break them.”

  Emma stepped between them, putting her hand on Pete’s arm, pleading, “Pete, it’s fine. There was nothing going on! We were just playing a dumb game of truth or dare, and Antonio dared me to rub noses with him. Please don’t make a scene.”

  “Rub noses with you?” Her husband looked like he’d bitten into a lemon. His head snapped to her. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Yes, I was touching her nose,” Antonio replied. “So you can let go now. No harm, no foul.”

  Pete let go, flinging him back.

  Antonio stumbled back a few steps, but regained his footing easily. “Your wife was playing along with my banter very nicely, but she would only agree to give me an Eskimo kiss, when what I really wanted to do was take her inside and fuck her.”

  Emma’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe Antonio had just admitted that out loud.

  Pete seemed unfazed by the news, which also surprised Emma. “Well, at least you have the balls to admit you’re trying to seduce my wife.”

  A buxom blonde Emma hadn’t been introduced to yet started clapping. “That was incredible!” she said. “It was right out of a movie where two hot guys get into a fight over a woman! I’m so turned on right now. Frankie, come here right this minute! I need a big cock in my mouth!”

  Emma made a face. The woman was over the top in the worst way. Why would Antonio ever invite her? Frankie dutifully walked over to his wife, his dick out, and she took the entire thing into her mouth in one pull.

  That was why.

  Before Emma could figure out what to do, Pete was dragging her away from the group, his arm gripped tightly around her waist. He didn’t stop until they were in front of their own villa next door. He sat on the double lounger, pulling her down onto his lap, his mouth covering hers, his tongue entering her mouth swiftly and furiously.

  She plowed her hands through his hair and fell into the kiss.

  He growled into her mouth, needy and hot, “You’re mine.”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He laid her on her back, his mouth still sealed over hers, his lips searching, his tongue plunging in over and over again.

  Emma was already wet with need.

  Her husband wanted her more than anything or anyone else in the world. He was hungry for her and couldn’t get enough.

  Pete pulled her sheer dress over her head. “I’ve been wanting to suck those nipples all night,” he said, his voice husky. “I can’t get my pants off fast enough.” He knelt over her, yanking them off. A button popped and rolled off the bed. He was out of them in the next instant.

  Once they were both naked, he didn’t hesitate. He entered her fast and deep, bending forward so he could capture her hard peak in his mouth while he thrust into her.

  Her hips arched up, her head tilting up to the stars, her fingernails raking his back. “Yes!” she called.

  He kissed his way up to her neck, his lips open, his tongue stroking her pulse point. “Antonio doesn’t get to fuck you,” he grated, moving his lips to her ear as his cock pounded in and out of her. “The only one who gets this is me.” He sank himself to the hilt, rocking against her to punctuate his point, making them both moan.

  Shivers raced through her. />
  His intensity was boiled over. His need electrified her.

  “Yes, only you,” she murmured in his ear, one hand stroking the back of his head. “It’s always been you.”

  Pete rose up on his arms, his hips pumping against her, possession written all over his face. She loved that look and hadn’t seen it in too long. Emma didn’t care if anyone was watching. She was with her husband and it was divine.

  Pete pulled out, his breathing heavy. “I need more, Emma. I can’t…control it. Turn over and get on your knees.”

  She scrambled up, wanting this as much as he did. She braced herself with one hand on the wooden post as her husband grabbed on to her hips and plunged himself inside. He was big, and at this angle, he hit her sweet spot perfectly. She called out, “God, Pete! Yes.”

  He jerked her hips back with his hands as he plowed forward. He was on fire, and Emma was going to come hard. Pete ran his hands all over her ass, touching and kneading. “This has always been mine, since the first time I ever laid eyes on you. You have the perfect ass, and don’t think for a moment I’m not going to fuck it. Just not right now. This feels too good to stop.”

  “I don’t want you to stop,” Emma panted. “I’m close. It’s going to be a big one.”

  “I want you to come first,” Pete said. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

  Emma drew in quick breaths.

  Pete set a relentless pace. She bowed her head, each thrust bringing her closer to her pinnacle. He grasped her ankles, driving into her, and she yelled, pinning her ass to him, exploding.

  As she came, her fingers scrabbled at the edge of the cushion, trying to find something to hold on to as sensations flooded through her, starting from her toes and sweeping quickly through her body. Her thighs clenched a second before her insides begin to pulse.

  “That’s it!” Pete called, bucking into her. “Come hard all over my cock!” He held on to her hips, locking her against him as he ground himself against her clit.

  Pete knew how to draw every last drop out of her.

  As he rubbed against her, she came again, her body quivering as it spasmed. She shook her head, which was still bowed. “Damn, you do that so well,” she murmured. “You hit it every time.”

  “We’re not finished either. I haven’t come yet,” he told her. “We’re going to wait a few minutes, while I calm down, and then we’re going to do this all over again. This time, I want you on top. I know you can come again and again, Emma.”

  His voice was commanding, and Emma’s toes curled.

  Pete pulled out of her slowly, and she shuddered. He lay back on the bed. “Come to me.” His hands guided her down, and she straddled his hips. Her clit was still swollen and throbbing.

  She grabbed hold of his cock, angling him up, stroking it lightly. “You’re so hard,” she mused. “I bet this is killing you to wait. What if I tease you just a little—”

  Pete thrust up through her hand, diving into her wetness. As he entered, he rubbed perfectly along her G-spot, and she came apart again. She grabbed on to his chest, bucking as she tipped her head back and shouted out her happiness.

  20

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  After Emma came for the third time, Pete was ready for his release. His hands firmly gripped Emma’s hips as she undulated on his cock. He’d felt all her contractions and had watched with a heated gaze as her abs clenched and unclenched. When she’d settled down enough, he raised her up off of him. She went willingly, nodding.

  She knew what he wanted.

  He positioned his tip at the entrance of her tight ass.

  “Yes, Pete,” she moaned. “This is going to make me come again.”

  Emma usually had the biggest orgasm when he took her this way.

  “I know, babe,” he said. “That’s what I’m aiming for.” He gritted his teeth as he broke her seal. His cock was already drenched from being inside her, and it went in smoothly. He savored every single moment, the beginning was the best part. Emma began to move her hips in a slow circle, taking all the sensations and making them extreme. “Stop moving,” he groaned. “I want to be in there for more than five seconds before I come. You feel way too good.”

  “I’m trying to control myself,” she panted. “But I can’t help it. This is so electric.”

  His hands slid up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing the tips. She tossed her head back, her mane of hair flowing down her back. He was a breast man. He wished he could suck them right now, but the angle wasn’t right and being inside her tightness felt too good.

  She began to move on top of him slowly, sliding up and down on his shaft. His jaw was set as he managed, “We’re going to come together.” He moved his index finger to her core. “I’m so close, I’m barely holding on.”

  “Yes, together,” she agreed. “Touch me.”

  His finger found her enflamed bud. He circled it three times before she let out a long gasp and her hips started to buck.

  The tightness around his cock was incredible.

  He came instantly, his body exploding as he arched up at the waist, his hands grasping Emma, locking her on his cock. He yelled, not caring who the fuck heard.

  This was what heaven felt like.

  “Goddamn,” he groaned as he poured every last drop into her. Before Emma could move, he wound his hand around her neck, leaning in to kiss her, long and hard.

  When he broke the embrace, they were both gasping.

  It was dark, but the moon was full. For the first time, Pete noticed that the resort had lit tiki torches on the beach. Pete braced his wife around the waist with both arms and sat up. He lifted her off the bed and eased out of her, carrying her directly down to the ocean. The water would feel wonderful.

  “Where are we going?” Emma entwined her arms around his neck.

  “For a swim. It’s a beautiful night.” He made it to the edge and waded in. “Ah, it’s the perfect temperature, and it’s so calm.”

  “This is nice,” Emma said, as he walked out until the water was waist-deep then eased them both in.

  They were hot and sweaty after their interlude, so it felt extra good.

  Once the water was chest-high, he changed Emma’s position in his arms so she could wrap her legs around his waist, which she did happily. She immediately lay back in the water, her hair fanning. She looked like a mermaid in the moonlight. “The salt is so buoyant. I don’t even have to do anything but lie here.” She moved her arms lazily in a circle. “Amazing.”

  “What’s amazing is you. I could watch you all night long. Your breasts are like two perfect globes,” he said. “The view has never been better.”

  Emma came up out of the water and hugged him, whispering in his ear, “We needed that. I’m so happy.”

  “Yes, we did,” he said, holding her tight. “I had no idea we were missing that. When I saw you with Antonio, something inside me broke. I’ve been struggling with these feelings all day, not knowing what to do. The girls were giving me all this advice, but nothing felt right. Then when I thought he was kissing you, it was the last straw for me.”

  “It’s going to take more than this to get us back on track, but I know this is where we need to be,” she said. “I just want to mean more to you than anyone else in the entire world. It’s not something I could’ve ordered you to do. You had to see it—and want it—for yourself. But I’m glad you did. You’re all I want.”

  He bobbed down in the water, still holding on to her. “You’re all I want, too. I never meant to be pigheaded about this, but I didn’t get it. Like I said, these feelings are new to me. I did a lot of thinking on the way back from dinner. That’s why I was late. In the end, losing you is not an option. I will keep fighting for you, whatever it takes.”

  “You were never going to lose me.” She assured him with a lingering kiss. “We were just stalled. I admit I enjoyed the attention Antonio poured on, even invited it, but only because it made me feel appr
eciated. I felt coveted, and women need to feel that sometimes. We need that reassurance—or at least I do. Knowing that I’m the one who turned you on that much a few moments ago, and that you can’t live without me, makes me feel happy.”

  “If you ask me, Antonio appreciated you too much,” Pete growled. “But if he hadn’t, I might still be knocking my head against the wall trying to figure this out.”

  They heard splashes behind them, and Pete turned them around.

  Mallory and Charlotte were giggling as they half-swam, half-splashed over.

  “I see you lovebirds are back on track,” Mallory said, stopping a few feet from them, then sinking back in the water, kicking out her feet and arms.

  Both girls were totally naked, as usual.

  “That was some hella good sex, boys and girls,” Charlotte said. “I applaud your gangster efforts.”

  “Did you watch us the entire time?” Emma asked, her arms still around Pete’s neck.

  “Nah,” Charlotte said. “It was too hard to see in the dark, but by the sounds of it, you got the goods more than a few times. You drove Cheri nearly out of her mind. Her boobs were heaving like I’ve never seen before. We had Frankie and Jay double-time her so she’d shut up already.”

  “I have no idea why Antonio invites them,” Mallory said, shaking her head. “They are the epitome of low-class.”

  “He’s amused by her extra-large breasts,” Charlotte answered, “and the fact she’ll do anything—and I mean anything—to get her fix. I’m saying a Dirty Sanchez is not out of the question for her.”

  “Gross!” Mallory gasped. “Everyone has to draw a line somewhere. Mine is way before that. I do have some morals, even if they’re sometimes hard to find.”

  “I don’t know what a Dirty Sanchez is,” Emma commented. “And from the sounds of it, I don’t think I want to know.”

  “No, no, you don’t,” Mallory agreed. “It’s disgusting, and if I had to guess, totally made-up. I don’t know of one person in the entire world who would say okay to anything that has to do with shit during sex. And I mean actual shit. Even for all of Cheri’s bravado, I don’t think she’d do it.”