Page 42 of The Rookie's Sister

When she wraps her lips around the head of my cock, I almost explode right there. But I grit my teeth and hold back, lost in the sensation of her hot tongue licking up and down the length of me, working me into a fevered frenzy. When the first beads of pre-cum appear, Emma laps them up, and I nearly come apart.

Then she stops. The sudden loss of warmth and wetness is a jolt, and I snap my gaze down to meet hers. There’s a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she licks her lips.

“I meant it when I said I want us to go together.” She holds out the condom and then lies back, propping herself up on her elbows as she watches me roll on the latex.

I’m not going there yet though. Surprise flashes across her face as I roll onto my stomach and settle with my shoulders between her legs. I don’t see her expression change as I focus in on the glistening pink skin in front of me. When my lips meet her pussy, she groans and reaches down to fist my hair as I lick and suck. I don’t bother starting slowly, wanting to take her over the edge before I sink my cock into her. My tongue moves over and inside her before moving up to her clit again.

“Harder,” she pleads as I go to repeat the movements, and I have to oblige.

The moment my teeth lightly touch her clit, she bucks up, digging her fingernails into my back.

“I’m so close, Xavier.”

I love the sound of my name in her mouth, so I bring my hands into play and push my fingers into her again. As I suck on her clit, my digits curl up against her g-spot again, but this time, I tap it and the result is almost instantaneous.

“Holy fuck,” she whispers, just before the wave of pleasure crests and she shatters around my fingers, crying out as she reaches her climax.

I continue licking her, lapping up the evidence of her ecstasy, dragging out the end of her orgasm for as long as possible, before I draw back to watch her beautiful body tremble as she comes down from the high. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and for a moment, I’m transfixed.

When her eyes open, I lean in for another kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue. Emma slides a hand down my stomach and then grips me firmly again, her touch only slightly lessened by the thin barrier between us.

“I’m not finished with you yet, Mr. Johnson.” Her voice is breathless, but the intent in her eyes is unmistakable.

With those words, she pushes my shoulder, and I let her put me on my back. She moves over me so that she’s straddling me, one leg on either side of my waist. The sight of her perfect tits and trim, athletic body as she hovers above me takes my breath away. I trace my fingertips over her velvety-smooth skin. My hands trail over her breasts, her flat stomach, and her firm thighs before I cup her ass.

She rubs my tip against her entrance, coating me with her wetness before she sinks onto me. She takes just the first inch and pauses, her expression transcendent, as if she’s savoring that feeling. When my hands flex on her ass, she continues lowering herself until I’m completely sheathed inside her. She starts out slowly, giving me a show as she rises and falls in a hypnotizing rhythm. Watching her ride me is enough to undo me even without the sheer bliss of being inside the tightest, hottest cunt I’ve ever had.

And I’ve fucked a lot of women.

I drag my gaze over every inch of her tantalizing form. My eyes flick to her gorgeous face, finding her staring right back at me as our bodies move together. She picks up speed and I sit up to kiss her, my hands running through her silky hair before tightening close to her scalp.

Every moment we spent together flashes through my mind—every look, every touch, every stolen moment—until all that’s left is Emma and me. No lies, no games, no hiding from what we feel for each other. Just pure, carnal, animal attraction.

And maybe something else.

Our hands tangle in each other’s hair as we move together in tandem. I nip her bottom lip and she tightens around me, sending me over the edge. My hips jerk upward as I explode deep into her, and she cries out, my orgasm triggering her own.

Emma clutches at my shoulders, moaning softly in my ear as I pulse inside her. The feel of her climaxing for the third time that night means as much to me as the physical pleasure, telling me once again that this isn’t just lust. Her muscles flutter around my twitching shaft as we drop back onto the bed together. She collapses onto me, our heartbeats drumming erratically, but somehow feeling like they’re still in sync.

We’re both quiet as we lie there, letting our bodies’ natural rhythms return. I run my hands through her hair, down her back, feeling her breathing even out. She’s asleep, and that’s when it hits me like a ton of bricks—this thing we’ve got? It’s real. No games, no pretending. It’s as real as a touchdown in overtime.

So what’s our next play?

I can’t think about that now. Not yet.

Quiet as a mouse, I ease out of bed, trying not to wake her, and grab my clothes. Opening the door without making a sound, I step out into the night. It’s nice, but not as nice as what just happened between us.

We’ll have to tackle this thing head-on, no doubt. But for now, let’s let the clock run a little longer.

NINETEEN

EMMA

Morning dawns bright and early, the sun an assault through my thin curtains. Relieved that Xavier bolted in the middle of night, I stumble to the kitchen to brew a pot of strong coffee, my head thick and muggy from last night’s drinking. Flashes from last night reel through my mind on a loop—the reckless thrill of Xavier’s hands on me, our bodies moving in sync, the aching intimacy of our passion.

I try to chalk it up to alcohol and pent-up tensions seeking an outlet. But my traitorous thoughts whisper, what if there’s more to it? More to this undeniable connection pulling us together like magnets, no matter how we try to fight it?

The rich aroma of coffee fills my small kitchen, providing clarity. Whatever this volatile chemistry between Xavier and me, I can’t lose sight of what’s at stake. Jeff’s career, Dad’s trust in me—I won’t gamble those things on an infatuation. Xavier himself warned me not to blur the lines.

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