Lifting my head, I watched as she kissed down my body and settled herself over me. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail, thank fuck. I wanted to watch every single thing she did.
She moved her hand up my shaft and slowly brought it back down as her tongue gently licked my precum.
“You’re trying…to…kill…me,” I gasped.
With an evil little smile in my direction, she gave me a pout before she opened her mouth and took me inside.
The feeling of her warm, wet mouth on my cock nearly sent me over the damn edge. I had to grab onto the sheets and focus on not coming. “Jesus,” I hissed.
She went so fucking slow, adjusting to the feel of my cock in her mouth. I wanted to grab her head and just pump in and out of her, but I forced myself to stay still. She wanted to explore and learn, so I was going to fight like hell to keep from coming.
I held my breath as, taking me in deep, she sucked and then let my dick pop out of her mouth. She looked up at me, all innocence in those eyes, so startlingly blue they reminded me of the glaciers I’d seen when my family took a cruise to Alaska.
“Do I keep stroking you with my hand while I use my mouth?” she asked.
I couldn’t form words. Holy shit. I forgot how to talk. How to breathe.
I nodded, then forced words to come out. “M-move your hand along with your…your um…your…your…” I pointed to her mouth as I opened and closed my own.
With a giggle, she replied, “With my mouth?”
“Yes! God, please, yes! Do that!”
She nodded, looking back down at my cock with pure concentration. If I hadn’t been so goddamn turned on and trying not to come, I would have laughed.
“Okay, got it,” she said and took me back into her mouth. She moved in ways I had never experienced before. I’ve had women give me blow jobs, and if I was being honest, I was a fan of them. But this one, holy shit. It was like Emmerson had taken some sort of class on how to suck a guy’s dick to drive him insane and make him explode in her mouth within minutes.
“Emmerson,” I groaned, bringing my hand to her head. Christ, I wanted to hold her there and fuck that pretty mouth of hers.
She dropped me from her mouth and asked, “Does it feel good?”
I wanted to yell at her to never take my dick out of her mouth again. “Fuck…it feels…God…it feels so good.”
I closed my eyes as I fought to keep control. Then she had me back in her mouth. She was so fucking warm.
“Faster, Emme. Fuck, take me deeper and faster.”
She moaned and the vibration caused a pull from deep down inside of me. My orgasm was building, and it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
Then, when I didn’t think she could give me any more pleasure, something cold mixed with the warmth of her mouth and that was my undoing.
“Mother of God! Holy fuck!” I shouted and looked down her. That was a mistake. Seeing my dick move in and out of her mouth was hot as hell. Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was enjoying herself as much as I was. Then she moved her other hand to my balls, and I damn near shouted like a girl.
“Emme, move if you don’t want me to come in your mouth! Move!”
She moved her hand up from my balls and wrapped it back around me, her mouth and hand moving faster—and what in the fuck was so cold? I brought my hands back to her head, and I felt my hips jerking up. This orgasm was going to kill me.
“Oh fuck. Jesus. I’m going to come. Emme, I’m going to come.”
She moaned again, and the sound and vibration of it unleashed the most intense orgasm I had ever felt in my fucking life. I was pretty sure I was having an out-of-body experience. Her name poured off my lips and I pumped into her, feeling my hot seed spill into her mouth. When I risked another look at her, I swore I came again. She was so damn beautiful. Her eyes sparkled with triumph and when she smiled, God it did something to me that no words could ever express. I wasn’t sure if I was even still alive. Surely I was in heaven.
I dropped back onto the bed and tried to get my body to stop shaking as Emmerson swallowed every drop of my release.
Then the warmth and cold were gone, and I felt her move up next to me. “Should I go rinse out my mouth?”
Holy hell, I was never going to let her leave the bed again.
I turned my head to see her lying on her side, her head on the pillow and that adorable smile of satisfaction still on her face. I leaned over and kissed her. The taste of my cum in her sweet mouth nearly had me hard again. I moved and settled my body over hers, kissing her like my freaking life depended on it.
Emmerson wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned into the kiss when my dick rubbed between her legs.
“Do you want me to make you come again, Emme?” I asked as I ran my hand down her body. I slipped my fingers inside of her and moaned when I felt how wet she was.
“Yes,” she whispered, and I rolled off her some and made her come again with my fingers while we kissed like two teenagers. After she came down from her own euphoria, I grabbed her hand and brought her into the bathroom. I reached into the now-cold water of her bath and drained it as she turned on the shower.
We stepped inside and took turns cleaning each other off. By the time we got out of the shower, dried off, and fell into bed, it was damn near morning. I pulled Emmerson against me, and we both drifted off to sleep within moments of our heads hitting the pillows.
Emmerson moved next to me, mumbling something under her breath. I heard a light knock on the door at the same time she threw her leg over me and put her head on my chest. She snuggled into me and sighed with contentment.
Kissing the top of her head, I whispered, “Good morning. I think housekeeping is knocking.”
“Tell them to go away—I’m in the arms of a hot guy who has morning wood.”
It was about that moment when she wrapped her hand around my hard dick.
I laughed and went to say something when the knock got louder. “Emmerson?”
We both bolted up and looked at each other.
“Oh my God, it’s my dad!” she whispered as she pushed away from me and flew out of bed. I scrambled out right after her.
Then she started talking with only her hands. She pointed to my clothes and then to the bathroom. I grabbed my shit and rushed to the bathroom as she pulled on some clothes.
“Hold on, Daddy, let me get something on!” she called out. “I must have overslept.”
After getting dressed faster than I ever have before in my life, I stepped into the bathtub and slowly shut the curtain, listening to Emmerson let her parents into the room.
“Hey, sorry, I only woke up a few minutes ago,” Emmerson said. I heard the door to the hotel room shut.
Paislie chuckled. “Well, it is only eight, sweetheart, and you had a very long day and night.”
I could almost hear Emmerson’s heart hammering from all the way in here, or maybe that was mine.
“Who were you talking to?” Malcolm asked.
“I wasn’t talking to anyone. Oh, I was talking on the phone to Landon, though. We were making plans to head down and eat breakfast before heading back to Waco. He mentioned something about a rental car being delivered this morning.”
Shit, I had forgotten about that. It wasn’t set to get dropped off at the hotel until eleven, though, since I figured Emmerson would want to have breakfast first.
“Emmit and Addie asked if we could all do breakfast together this morning? They’re going to call Landon, as well as Hailey and Mike, to see if they want to join us,” Paislie said.
I froze, remembering that I tossed my phone onto the table in Emmerson’s room when I had walked in last night.
“Oh, sounds good. Let me get freshened up some since I just woke up. I’ll most likely find Landon and head down with him.”
“Starting the whole fake engagement thing now?” Malcolm asked from what sounded like across the room.
“Um, yeah, I guess so. We talked
about getting a ring, so maybe I’ll pop into some cheap little jewelry store and pick one up.”
“You could wear something of mine,” Paislie said. “I have that emerald ring you love so much.”
“Oh, no, Mom! I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t feel right.”
Malcolm huffed. “And why not? If you’re going to pretend this thing is real, don’t you think you should at least wear a ring that doesn’t look like Landon bought it out of a gumball machine?”
“I’ll talk to Landon about it, Mom.”
“Okay, let’s let her get ready, honey,” Paislie said as she walked past the bathroom. The sound of the hotel door opening caused me to draw in a deeper breath as I willed them to not stop and investigate the bathroom for whatever reason.
“How long do you think you’ll be so I can let Addie know?” Paislie asked.
“No more than thirty minutes, if that.”
“Sounds good!”
“See you in a few minutes, sweetheart,” Malcolm said.
“Love you, Daddy,” Emmerson said. I heard her shut the door.
I waited almost a good thirty seconds before I stepped out of the tub and opened the bathroom door.
Emmerson stood there with her finger to her mouth to keep me from saying anything. She lifted up onto her tippy toes and looked out the peephole. Then she opened the door and glanced both ways down the hallway before she shut it again.
Falling back against the door, Emmerson let out a giggle. “Oh my God…my heart is pounding in my chest.”
“Yours? All I could imagine was your daddy throwing back the shower curtain and my nose actually getting broken.”
She brought her hand up to her mouth to keep her laughter in. Then she reached out and handed me my phone. “They didn’t see it.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I remembered it while I was standing in there.”
“Well, I guess we should probably get ready for breakfast.”
I nodded. “Probably. I’ll head on back to my room and change and brush my teeth and all that.”
Emmerson nodded but didn’t move from her position against the door. I scanned her body, taking in the dress she had thrown on.
“You couldn’t have had time to put panties on,” I mused as my eyes landed back on hers.
She slowly shook her head. “No, I didn’t have any time.”
A knowing smile spread over her face, and then my mouth was on hers before she could utter a word. I dropped my phone to the floor and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around me. I pressed myself into her and we both moaned into each other’s mouth.
This kiss was different from the ones we had shared yesterday. It was hard and needy. I wanted to be inside of her. God, how I wanted to be buried in her.
“We have time,” she panted when she dragged her mouth from mine.
“I’m not fucking you against the door our first time.”
“Good, because I don’t really want to hear that.”
The sound of my sister’s voice caused us both to freeze.
Emmerson dropped her head to my chest and laughed.
“I don’t find this funny. We’ve just been cockblocked by your folks and now my sister,” I said as I stepped back and let her slide down my body.
Emmerson leaned up onto her toes and kissed me. She pulled back and gave me a brilliant smile. “I don’t want our first time to be rushed either.”
“Ugh, for fuck’s sake, let me in and stop with this already,” Hailey shouted.
Spinning around, Emmerson opened the door and Hailey pushed her way in. Mike followed with a smile on his face that said he’d overheard us as well. He stopped in front of me and said, “About damn time.”
“Do you know our mother and father have been calling me since six this morning? Mom couldn’t sleep last night. She said she had this weird feeling something happened to you.” It was at that moment my sister paused and then tilted her head. “Holy shit, did you get into a fight last night? Your nose is all swollen and you have a bruise under your eye.”
I reached up and touched under both eyes, flinching when my fingers skimmed the left one.
“Emmerson gets a little mean in bed,” I deadpanned. Mike lost it laughing, and Hailey’s mouth dropped open in shock.
After a punch on the side of my arm, Emmerson walked over to her suitcase and started to grab some items of clothing.
“I don’t know if I want to be overjoyed or grossed out knowing the two of you are, you know…making out and shit,” Hailey said with an utterly confused expression on her face. “I mean, I’m happy you finally both admitted your feelings for each other and all. So, wait, how did you really get hurt? I just heard you say you haven’t had sex yet.”
“We haven’t gone that far…yet. As far as Landon’s nose and eye, well, let’s just say I stood up at the same time he was bending down,” Emmerson answered Hailey with a smirk.
When it dawned on her what Emmerson meant, Hailey took a step back and gagged. “I do not need any visuals! I hate you, Emmerson! Ugh, gross. Oh my God. I’m never going to be able to look at you again, Emmerson. You gave my brother head! This is honestly something I could have gone the rest of my life being blissfully ignorant of.”
“Ah, fuck. You just put it in my head now, Hail,” Mike complained.
“I didn’t give your brother head while I was on the floor. I fell out of bed when I was admiring his penis. I gave him head when he was on the bed after I nearly broke his nose.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying not to laugh when I opened them again and saw Mike’s and Hailey’s mouths dropped open. They stared at an oblivious Emmerson as she gathered up all her stuff and turned around to head into the bathroom.
“What?” she asked, looking at the two of them and then back to me.
Hailey drew in a deep breath. “From this point on, I’m going to pretend like I don’t know you and my brother are messing around. I’m going to be in the dark, like our parents are. And you, Emmerson Wallace, will never, ever, for as long as you live, talk about my brother’s—” Hailey shuddered as she closed her eyes and forced out the next words—“penis again. Like, never speak of it again. For the love of everything holy on this Earth, I beg of you to promise me this.”
Emmerson’s cheeks turned red as she realized what she had word vomited. Trying not to laugh, she looked at my sister, crossed her heart, spit on her hand, and stuck it out to Hailey. “I promise never to speak of your brother’s—”
Hailey held up her hand to stop Emmerson.
“Right. Never again.”
“Good,” Hailey stated as she spat on her hand at the same time as Emmerson. They pressed them together as they laced their fingers.
“That’s so gross. I have never understood why two grown women still make promises like this,” I said, snarling my lip.
“Fuck off, big brother.” Hailey dropped her hand, wiped it on her jeans, and then went to grab Mike’s hand.
He held his hands up and shook his head. “I love you but not enough to touch Emmerson’s spit.”
Hailey sighed again and made her way to the door. “Y’all better hurry up. We have to meet our folks in fifteen minutes, and you both look like you’ve only slept for an hour. If you’re going to play this game,” Hailey said, turning to face us, “you’re going to have to learn to hide the fact that you’ve been doing…whatever you’ve been doing all night. Otherwise, our parents are going to see right through you both.”
Mike nodded but had a wide smile on his face as they walked out the door and shut it. I looked at Emmerson, who was now standing in the doorway to the bathroom.
“I’ll meet you back here in ten minutes. Is that enough time to look normal?” I asked.
She nodded. “See you in ten.”
I got to my room, jumped in a quick shower, changed, and then rushed back to Emmerson’s. The entire twelve minutes, I never once stopped smiling. I never dreamed I could be so damn happy.
Emmerson
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“WHAT DO YOU mean, People wants to interview us?” I asked Landon as we sat in Cup of Joe coffee shop in downtown Waco.
He glanced around, making sure no one was eavesdropping. “They want to interview us about how we went from friends to lovers to engaged.”
I shook my head. “You mean friends to engaged to lovers?”
Landon rolled his eyes.
“I hope you said no.”
“I did; I told Heidi that this was why I stepped away from the spotlight. Privacy. That you were going to document stuff on your Instagram, and that was all they were getting from us.”
I sat back in my chair and sighed in relief. “Good. I don’t think I could do an interview like that knowing we were…”
My voice trailed off. It had only been two days since the charity dinner, and it felt like our worlds had been turned upside down. It was starting to get confusing. We needed to play the couple in public, but we weren’t really playing because we were dating, and when we were with our families, we had to play the role of best friends pretending to be engaged and not dating.
“What are you doing for dinner tonight?” I asked, giving him my most innocent of smiles. Since we’d gotten back to Clifton, we hadn’t had a chance to be alone again, and I knew Landon was as anxious as I was to find some time for just the two of us.
“I believe I have a date with my fiancée.”
I let my smile grow wider. When I got back home, I had called Bryce Reynolds to cancel our date. That had been awkward, since Landon and I were supposed to be engaged. So I had made up a story about how we’d taken a break, but realized we simply couldn’t be without one another. He bought it.
“By the way, we need to put a ring on it,” I said, holding up my ring finger.
Something moved over Landon’s face, and he squirmed around in his seat as if he’d suddenly gotten shy. “I’ve sorta already picked something up.”
I grinned. “Oh, really? When do I get it?”
He chuckled. “Soon, I swear. By the way, my uncle Chris wanted to know if we’d head to their place this Saturday. They’re bringing in two new race horses.”
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