Relapse

I’m hoisted off the ground and I open my eyes briefly, finding Chase’s face just in front of mine as he carries me to the living room and dumps me on the couch and then his lips are on mine again.

Hands drift down my spine before one is pushing under my shirt and it feels like my body is on fire. I moan as lips trail down the side of my neck only to be accompanied by another pair of lips kissing my exposed shoulder.

My eyes open narrowly and I find Chase in front of me, his lips the one on my neck. When I look over my shoulder I find Emmet as his lips move from my shoulder to the back of my neck and his hands expertly tease my skin.

“Fuck.” I recline back, leaning against Emmet, who holds onto me tightly while still managing to give me pleasure with his hands and mouth.

Chase’s lips return to mine and his tongue pushes into my mouth and heat shoots through my body. My shirt rides all the way up, exposing my black bra.

Chase pulls away from me as Emmet places a hand on my neck and turns my head, guiding my lips to his.

His lips are soft but they demand control as they take over mine. My legs are suddenly pulled open and I let out a gasp as Chase readjusts me as he kneels between my thighs and wraps my legs against his waist. His covered dick is pressed flush against my center and wetness slicks through my core as he moves closer.

Fuck me.

If it feels this good with both of us still covered by clothes…

Chase retakes control of my mouth as Emmet’s hands move around to cover my breasts, slightly squeezing them.

“Fuck yes.”

I thrust my hips against Chase. “Too many clothes,” I mutter, giving up on the idea that this is just going to be a make out session.

“You’re right, sweetheart,” Chase says, his voice low and his eyes only half open as he looks at me. His hands go to the button on my jeans as I feel the band of my bra loosen.

Emmet’s hands slide under the bra and his fingers tweak my nipples. Chase drags down the zipper of my jeans.

I moan and turn, taking Emmet’s mouth as his fingers continue to work.

Chase pulls my jeans down and I lift my hips to help him get them off. His fingers hook under my underwear and just as he goes to pull them down, my phone rings.

“Ignore it,” Chase says as he goes to continue pulling my underwear down, but I reach out a hand to stop him as disappointment goes through me.

“I can’t,” I say, recognizing the ringtone. “It’s the school.” With deep regret, I push away Emmet’s hand too as I lean over the couch and pick up the newly discarded pants.

With a sigh, I pull my phone out and take a deep breath. My heart is pounding and my body is still hot, wanting more. Running a hand through my hair, I answer the phone. “Hello?”

“Am I speaking with Ms. Hendersen?”

“Yes, this is her,” I say as my heart starts to pound quicker for a reason that has nothing to do with sex.

“This is Principal Haegans at Brookridge Elementary School. I am calling because your nephew, Tanner Ford, just got in a fight.”