I wanted to badly. I easily could.
But I wouldn’t let myself.
For reasons that ranged from gratitude to some twisted sense of competition, I wanted to return the favor
to Emmett. He was grinning lazily now as he gazed at my limp body, my panting chest. He looked almost smug – so satisfied with his handiwork that I felt this strange prickling need to prove that I could render him equally useless.
“Aly, what – ”
Emmett groaned the rest of his sentence as I knelt at the edge of the bed and wrapped my hands around his cock.
“Holy fuck.” His stare was heavy-lidded but rapt on me as I licked the flared head of his dick with just the tip of my tongue, teasing it for a few seconds before sucking it into my mouth. “Oh… fuck.”
He thrust his hands in my hair, rocking his hips gently with my every long, wet pull on his shaft. Within ten seconds of being wrapped tight around his thickness, my lips started to tingle. And for some reason, I loved the feeling. I loved it so much I felt guilt creeping up. I tried to remind myself of what was going on – what the hell I was doing.
I have Emmett Hoult’s cock in my mouth.
The thought was supposed to send me crashing back to reality but it only made me want to come a fourth time. Try as I might, I couldn’t feel the remorse I was supposed to feel succumbing to Emmett Hoult. I was too fucking wet. Too hot. My body was still buzzing with bliss and I was already addicted to the satisfaction that came with making Emmett groan.
“Christ, Aly…”
It was hard not to love the sound when he was so big and strong. His body of pure muscle was so much bigger than mine and yet I had him at my mercy. His dick twitched in my hand as I licked his tip like a lollipop. His breaths were short and ragged, and his brows were pinched in awe as he gazed down and simply soaked me in.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Emmett hissed, shaking his head. “You don’t know how fucking good this feels. You… oh fuck.” He rolled his head back. His abs clenched and he thrust his hands in his hair as I took in as much of him as I could in my mouth and my throat. “Holy fuck, Aly. Suck it. Yes... fuck, baby, just like that. Keep sucking just like that.”
My lips were numb and it only added to my high of knowing I had all six feet and three inches of Emmett twitching, flexing – shuddering at my touch. My mouth full, I peered up at him again, my pussy clenching at the sight of pleasure twisting his gorgeous features. His perfect jaw was tight. His teeth were gnashed and with his eyes squeezed shut for a second, I peeled off the top of my dress, surprising him when I took his hand and cupped it over my naked breast.
His eyes shot open, remaining wide as he gazed down in awe to watch me suck him off while using his hand to massage my breast. Barely a second of that, and I felt him further harden in my mouth. I could actually feel the hot rush of pleasure surging up his shaft.
“Aly…” Emmett started his warning. “I’m going to come,” he rasped, his eyes unblinking because I didn’t stop. I kept my lips wrapped around his cock and my eyes pinned to his face. There was something both so sexy and sweet about how Emmett held off for as long as possible before processing my intention to take his every drop in my mouth. “Holy shit, baby,” he hissed when the realization hit.
Then with a jerk forward, he finally let himself come – squeezing a handful of my hair and growling from deep in his chest as he pumped stream after stream of liquid heat onto my tongue.
13
EMMETT
Considering I’d passed out next to Aly and spent the night dreaming about everything we’d done, I should’ve woken up on a high.
But I knew the second I opened my eyes that something was off, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was gone. She had work. I knew that. I had mentally prepped myself to wake up to an empty bed in the morning. I needed to prepare myself for that after last night – after watching Aly suck my dick like a porn star, swallow every drop of my cum and then make this sexy little half-yawn, half-moan sound before letting herself fall back into bed.
“’Night,” she’d breathed, her eyes heavy but still open as I flopped down next to her. I expected her to protest and send me back to my own room, but she didn’t. Instead, we stared at each other for a few sleepy, intensely intimate seconds.
Then she drifted off to sleep and I told myself not to get used to the feeling.
As good as it felt, I reminded myself that I wasn’t going to wake up to find her sleeping against my chest. She was going to be in five hours and I was going to wake up alone.
I was already prepared for all that.
But I wasn’t prepared for the part about this morning that made me feel suspicious.
Blame it on the dresser across from the bed.
The top drawer was left wide open and something about that didn’t sit right with me, so flying up from bed, I went to confirm what I already suspected:
That all of Aly’s things were gone.
“Fuck,” I hissed. Second drawer, third, closet – everything was empty and before I knew it, I was yanking my shirt and jeans on, my pulse racing out of control as I flew out the door and down the hall. I’d promised both Julian and myself awhile back that I’d never bother Aly at work, but fuck it.