“Then why were you watching that video?” He walked me back against my bed. “Why were you watching fucking roommate porn if you don’t want me to fuck you?” he demanded. “Tell me.”
Wildfire danced behind his blue eyes, searing into me. I started a dozen comebacks but couldn’t finish one. There was no point. They all sucked. I couldn’t talk myself out of this hole because what just happened was clear: I’d run upstairs to blow off steam. I was trying to get off to the thought of Emmett so I wouldn’t fuck Emmett and there was no denying that after what just happened.
“Just admit that you want me,” Emmett growled. All I could see were his pecs as he backed me up against my bed.
“I don’t, Emmett!” I shoved him back before I fell onto my mattress. “So just get out of my room!”
“Why? So you can touch your pussy?” he rasped as I shoved him again. This time, he barely moved. “So you can make yourself come while I jack off down the hall? Is that what you want to do again?”
I stared at him, hot over the fact that he knew what happened last night. We both did. I blinked hard to fend off the images of him jerking it to me in his bed. I shoved him once more but this time he held my hands tight against his chest.
“Fuck you,” I hissed as he ran my palms down to his abs. But my brain short-circuited as I soaked in the heat of his muscle under my fingers. They pulsed against him, curling against his solid ridges and next thing I knew, I was running my hands all over that steel torso of his.
Shit.
I had no idea when the switch flipped.
All I knew was that my nails were digging into Emmett’s chest as he slammed a kiss onto my lips. The taste of his tongue shocked me. It felt too intimate. It unraveled me on contact, shattering everything I knew so within seconds, I shoved him away. A tortured protest flared in his eyes till I spoke.
“Kiss me somewhere else,” I panted, our eyes locked intensely on one another.
I wasn’t sure what I was saying, what he was thinking, but before I knew what had happened, he’d me spun around. I stared at the bed as I felt his hands yank my skirt up to my waist. “Emmett!” I gasped when he spanked my ass and cupped my pussy from behind.
As his middle finger teased my clit, my legs buckled, and as I fell onto the bed, he jerked my panties down to my thighs. I had barely any time to react before I felt the warmth of his tongue sliding into my pussy.
“Oh my God.”
I gripped handfuls of bed sheet as he gripped my thighs and shocked me stiff with his dexterous tongue. Every muscle in my body squeezed tight as Emmett gave strokes so long, so deep inside me that I felt paralyzed with pleasure. My breath quivered as his hands slid up my thighs to my ass, administering another brutal spank to my left cheek before his thumbs spread my pussy open for his mouth. I tore at the sheets, and a cry burst from my lips as Emmett swirled that skilled tongue, switching from sliding in and out of my pussy to licking its length up and down.
“Is this what you meant when you asked me to kiss you somewhere else?” Emmett murmured as he slid three fingers easily inside me.
I was soaked. Dripping wet. I was in such ecstasy I was only vaguely aware of his belt buckle jangling open. I didn’t fully process what I’d heard till I made out the sound of Emmett grunting with pleasure, jerking his cock as he finger-fucked my pussy from behind.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
“Tell me how good it feels.” He slowed his stroke when I didn’t reply.
“It feels good,” I gasped, my pussy literally aching for him as he withdrew his fingers. “Dammit, Emmett, don’t stop – it feels so fucking good.”
“Tell me what you thought about when you touched yourself last night.”
“You,” I breathed as cold air hit my naked, throbbing pussy. “I imagined you fucking me in your bed, now please just – oh God.”
I moaned when instead of his fingers, I felt his tongue on me again. He gave three long wet licks before rumbling deep from his chest and flipping me onto my back. I caught one glimpse of his swollen cock hanging out of his jeans before he threw my legs over his shoulders and slid his hands under my ass. Squeezing two handfuls, he brought my pussy to his mouth, groaning as he pulsed his hot tongue against my clit.
I gasped for air. I couldn’t breathe – not with a million different sounds of pleasure hurtling out from my lips. I’d never heard them from myself before, and I could tell Emmett loved every single one because they made him squeeze my ass tighter and lick my pussy so hard I felt out of control.
“Emmett… I’m going to come.”
I arched my back as I felt that blissful pleasure building inside me. Emmett had a hand clamped over my breast now. He massaged it roughly over my clothes as he lapped greedily at me, coaxing my juices out then running the flat of his tongue up the length of my pussy.
He was ravenous, devouring me like his last meal. The orgasm that hit me was sudden and shook my whole body, but even then, Emmett didn’t stop. He yanked me to the edge of the bed. He sent shudders up my spine as he palmed a handful of my wetness, using it to jerk his cock while kneeling on the floor and sucking my clit till I came again.
And again.
Holy fuck.
I thanked God that the third orgasm was tiny because my body couldn’t take anymore. I was thoroughly rocked by pleasure as I lay on the bed – breathless, useless and so thoroughly spent that all I wanted was to fall right asleep.