“The night we watched that movie… these were so fucking hard I just wanted to rip your shirt off and suck on them all night,” Emmett muttered, pinching my nipple between his fingers and giving the tip a hot flick with his tongue.
I gasped as sensation rocketed straight to my pussy. Shit. Apparently, my nipples were now hardwired to my clit. Suddenly, it felt like every nerve ending in my body existed in just those tight little peaks, and it made the next words from his mouth infinitely hotter.
“Have you ever come from having your nipples sucked?”
It took me a second to answer. “The only time I almost did was with you. The night after the club.”
Emmett’s blue eyes peered up at me. “Almost?” he repeated as if I’d just challenged him.
Then without saying another word, he went to work, devoting the rest of the car ride to pinching, nipping and sucking on my nipples as his hands plumped my tits.
I was delirious.
We literally went from one borough to another without Emmett losing a second of interest, which I found insane. Never in my life had I thought that just one part of my body deserved this much attention, but now I was beyond convinced that every lady deserved a man who would dedicate this much time to just her nipples and literally nothing else. I’d never in my life felt this sensation before – this thrilling buzz rushing from my breasts to my pussy as Emmett continued to bathe me with the sopping wet heat of his tongue.
The fact that he was enjoying himself so much just made it that much hotter. His little mmm’s and groans of pleasure made it sound like he was lapping at honey. His cock was so stiff under me as he pinched my nipples that I felt little bolts of pleasure darting quick between my thighs.
When I came, it was nothing I’d ever felt before, and judging from his raspy chuckle, Emmett enjoyed every second of my flustered reaction. Unlike any other orgasm he’d given me – or any I’d ever had before in my life – this one washed over me gently, traveling my whole body before dissolving into a little tickle that made my mouth fall open.
Holy.
What.
Whatever that was, I’d never felt anything like it before, and as he covered me back up, I stared in pure awe at Emmett. I couldn’t even be mad that he looked so amused by me because what in the actual fuck was that?
“Um.” I took another minute before I could gather my words. “So… wow. Definitely my first nipplegasm,” I murmured close to Emmett’s smile, pressing a soft kiss against his lips and sweeping my tongue through his mouth in gratitude.
He ran his palms down the curve of my ass, squeezing here and there until finally pulling away with a groan. My eye widened when he lifted me off his lap because never had I seen such a clear-as-day outline of a cock through a pair of pants. His thick shaft was snaked down the leg of his jeans, and his pulsing tip looked like a fist that was ready to punch right through denim.
“Oh God, Emmett, I tortured you,” I whispered, holding his face in my hands and trying not to laugh despite the grin on his face.
“It’s not complete torture if I got to make you come,” he smirked, though he groaned when I kissed him and pulled away. “Yeah, don’t do that. yet. I, uh… I just need a minute.”
“Omigod. Okay.”
Poor guy. He’d given himself blue balls just to get me quietly off in the back of this car, and as weird as it sounded, I was pretty sure I’d never in my relationship history been on the receiving end of an act so selfless or romantic. And from Emmett Hoult of all people. Suddenly, I was hit with the intense need to pay him back. Fuck the no sex in cars rule – he was just as much my exception as I was his.
But right on cue, just as I began kissing him again, we pulled up into the team parking lot.
22
EMMETT
There was always an obligatory rush of greetings I had to give and receive every time I walked into Empire Stadium. Between Julian and me, I was by far the friendlier, less scary Hoult, so it made sense that people came to talk to me more. From members of the front office to guys from the grounds crew, I had dozens of people I always caught up with before getting to my seat. I usually loved it too.
But not so much today.
Today, I just wanted to be with A
ly. I just wanted to get her alone so I could kiss, touch and hold her however the hell I wanted, but as we walked down the hall, we kept getting stopped. I could feel Aly practically beaming up at me as I put on a good face and chatted with everyone, but even her smile wasn’t enough comfort for the fact that I couldn’t put my hands all over her already.
By the time we got to my suite, my body was rigid from head to toe.
And to make matters worse, I opened the door to find Julian in there with Sara. I let out a groan at the ceiling.
“Fucking hell. What are you doing here?”
“I own the stadium, asshole. Good to see you too,” Julian smirked before spotting Aly behind me. I noticed the slightest twitch in his brow, which was as much surprise or expression as anyone not named Sara would ever get out of him. “Aly,” he said with a genuine smile. “Christ, it’s been forever. I take it Emmett’s been tolerable if you’re choosing to join him this evening.”