Page 11 of Breaking Emilee

Still staring out the window, I whisper, “You shouldn’t say things like that. I told you that if you want friends in this town, you need to stop trying to be my friend. Plus, I know that you don’t mean that.” A single tear slips out and down my face. Damn it, I want him to mean that, and I don’t want him to stop talking to me.

“And I heard you the first fucking time you said that shit, but I think I’ll take my chances. Also, Emilee,” I don’t know how it’s possible, but his voice goes even lower and harsher. “I don’t just say shit to waste my breath. I mean everything I fucking say.” Holy fuck, that’s hot. I think as a shiver runs through me.

At that same time, I hear someone walking past my room, knowing I’m walking on thin ice. Someone can hear me talking to him anytime, and I can get into a lot of trouble.

“Parker, I have to go. It’s getting late, and I can barely keep my eyes open.” I lie. There’s no way I’m going to bed soon. My mind’s racing to make sense of this conversation, playing out possible scenarios with way too much hope.

I hear him huff out a laugh. “Okay, I won’t push it tonight, but you will give me all your secrets one day. I’ll see you in the morning, Emilee. Goodnight,” he hangs up, not giving me time to reply. The last time I look at the alarm clock on my dresser, it says 3:46. School’s going to suck in the morning. I hope he really means what he says. I want him to not just see me at school but to really see me. Maybe he will be the one in my corner.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Waking up on Wednesday, the only feeling flowing through me is excitement. Today is when I finally get to spend time with the one girl I can’t get out of my head. I’ve been in a relationship before and have even had a few random hookups, but this intense feeling I have for Emilee is new. I’m so wrapped up in her, and we just met. If you were to ask me why I wouldn’t be able to answer. Before last night, we hadn’t even really had a conversation. Every time I look at her, I get tingles everywhere, the world around me fades, and my heart speeds up. Could it just be lust? If I sleep with her, will it go away? My mind is a mess, but that thought doesn’t feel right because I want to know everything about her, not just get into her pants. I can’t deny that I’m insanely attracted to her. The thought of having her wrapped around me turns me on instantly. Hell, I woke up this morning with a raging boner because of her.

Stepping into the hot shower, I let the warm water run down my neck and back. It feels amazing on my sore muscles from working on my bike late into the night. Knowing my dick will not go down without my help, I fist it in my right hand, slowly stroking from base to tip. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander to the dream that was rudely cut short when my alarm clock woke me up.

“Are you sure you want someone like me?” She asks, looking up through her lashes. It kills me that this girl doesn’t know how beautiful she is. Grabbing her hand, I place it over my dick, which is straining to get out.

“Don’t you feel what you do to me? I don’t want someone like you. I want you.” I grab the back of her neck, bringing her lips to mine, kissing her with more force than necessary, but I can’t help it. Tilting her head, I lick the seam of her mouth, asking her to let me in. Parting her lips for me, I sink my tongue into her warm mouth. She tastes like spearmint and tea. Pushing my body into hers until she is laying flat on my bed, I hover over her, holding most of my weight on my forearms, resting by her head.

I swallow a moan from her mouth while she spreads her legs, pulling me into the warmth of her thighs. More blood rushes to my dick, and it feels like it’ll rip out of my shorts with how hard it is. I start to grind into her trying to find some relief. I smirk into her lips as she lifts her hips, meeting my grind with her own. Looks like I affect her just as much as she does me. I’m about at the end of my self-control. I want this girl completely naked and riding me.

Leaving the warmth of her mouth, I trail my lips down her jaw nipping as I go. The smell of her body is driving me mad. My hands have a mind of their own and start feeling her soft body anywhere and everywhere. I can feel her grow warmer under my hips and she starts doing this little wiggle that makes me groan. “Emilee,” I bite into her neck. I want to take this slow and enjoy this girl, but she’s making that difficult. She runs her hands up my back and into my hair, giving it a little pull, fuck my hips shoot forward as another groan leaves my mouth. I need to see her naked. To watch her full breasts, which are now in my hands, bouncing up and down. While my dick is fully buried in her.

She pulls me back up to her lips by my hair, and damn it if I don’t love that. I want to see if I can push her just a little bit. Pulling her bottom lip in between my teeth, I bite down not too hard. As soon as my teeth close on her plump bottom lip, her hips shoot up from the bed. “Fuck Parker,” she moans.

I’m so wrong. My girl isn’t vanilla at all. She’s also as ready for me as I am for her. She surprises me when she uses her strength and flips me over on my back, with her straddling my hips. My hands go to her hips to help her grind down on me while I push my now leaking cock up into her.

“Parker. I want you,” she moans out, throwing her head back.

“What…” Before I can finish my sentence or even my thought, she raises my shirt up. Leaning up, I help her by pulling it off from the back and throwing it somewhere in my room. Pushing me back down, she trails hot kisses down my chest and over my stomach. Holy shit! The muscles in my stomach jump when she rakes her nails down and over my abs. Her confidence in going after what she wants is turning me on even more.

“Emilee wait, wait, wait,” I say, grabbing her face and making her look at me. Fuck, this is going to kill me, but I have to say it “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Shaking my hands away, she slowly crawls back up to me and kisses me so tenderly that I melt into her. A moan comes from my throat before I can stop it.

Looking me in the eyes, she says, “I want this.”

Before I can stop her, she’s kneeling between my legs and hooking her fingers in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down. My boxers are next to be pulled down just enough that my cock bounces out and hits my stomach. Without any hesitation, she sucks me all the way to the base. God damn it, “Fuck.” I say through gritted teeth. Eyes rolling in the back of my head, I can feel her cheeks hollow out as she brings me straight to the back of her throat, gagging a little but not stopping. I know I’m not going to last long.

I gather her hair in my hands but don’t move to speed her up. I let her set the pace. I can feel her moan around my dick. She picks up the speed and the swirling motion of her tongue. I can’t help but thrust up into her mouth. “Baby, I’m going to come,” I say while trying to pull her off because no one has ever let me finish in their mouth before.

She smacks my hands away from her head and takes me as deep as possible, adding the perfect amount of suction, making me come hard. “Fuck Emilee,” I say as my orgasm almost makes me blackout. She moans and swallows everything down.

Just as she moans in my vision, I can feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine, and my balls draw up. Then I’m coming all over the shower wall with her name on my lips again. I hurry to actually get cleaned and dressed. The clock on my wall tells me that if I want this morning to go the way I planned, I need to get my ass in gear.

Pulling into the student parking lot, I shut off my bike, kicking the stand to hold it up. It might be January, but I’ll drive this bike until there is snow. Knowing that I’ll hopefully be spending time with Emilee in a few minutes makes me anxious. I can’t help but think about that dream. Fuck, now is not the time to get hard. Adjusting myself in my pants, I think of every nasty thing I can to calm me down. I purposefully got up early to get here before Emilee, Vanessa, and Christian. I’m sick of them always hanging around me, but my promise sits at the forefront of my mind. Vanessa’s always showing up at my house now. At least Christian doesn’t just pop in all the time. Like last night, Vanessa showed up out of nowhere while I was hanging out with a couple of guys from class.

I desperately tried to make her leave, but Luna was home and said it was okay if she stayed. As soon as Emilee’s grandfather got off the phone with Luna, I made the guys leave, telling them I wasn’t feeling good. I stayed in my room till Vanessa finally left. I know that I need to man up and tell Luna about everything, what happened at the party, the bad feeling I have, and the fact that I can’t stand Vanessa. Why don’t I just tell her? Maybe I’m just a coward, but I think it’s more because I’m unsure if Luna will believe me. She’s really close to Vanessa.

Shaking my head, I pull open the door to the school and head to my locker. I’m determined to not think about that anymore. I have a plan, and I’m sticking to it. Stowing my helmet in my locker, I head to the library, where I know she’ll be this morning. Yesterday I figured out where she spent her mornings and lunch periods. Walking into the silent room, I look around, wondering where she would sit while here. There are a few sitting arrangements around the room. I know she won’t sit close to the windows lining the hallway, so I choose the farthest one in the back right corner.

Sitting in one of the comfy chairs, I pull my phone from my pocket and reread through our messages from last night. I could have stayed up all night talking to her, but she said she was tired, and I wanted her to get some sleep. She said something that still bothers me. She thinks I have a girlfriend. I wonder where in the hell she got that idea? I contemplate texting her to tell her that I’m waiting for her, but I’m afraid that if she knows, she might not come. She says she can’t trust me, and I want to prove that she can, but Emilee has to give me a chance to do that. I can’t scare her away before she opens up, so I have to take things slow.

I might as well get some work done while waiting for her. I pull out the list of books I made last night. They are the only books I think won’t bore me to death. I’m not an avid reader, but I hope this is a good starting point for us. Plus, the more I work on this assignment myself, the more time we can spend together doing other things. I find myself checking the time on my phone more than reading the list of books. Fuck, I’m nervous. The buses arrive around 7:20, so we won’t have much time to hang out. But I’m willing to take what I can. Picking up my phone; it says 7:30. She has a couple more minutes to get here, or I’ll go find her myself.

Just as I’m about to stand up to find Emilee, the doors open, and she walks in. I’m frozen. I can’t move if I try to. She hasn’t noticed me yet, so I take my time drinking her in. She’s wearing her hair down. It hangs just below her jaw and is straight as a needle. She’s in her regular hoodie, but today she is wearing a pair of jeans that I can tell hugs her like a glove. The hoodie covers her lush curves, the curves that I imagined this morning in the shower. Even though the hoodie is a couple of sizes too big for her, I can still make out her voluptuous breasts. And damn it, I want to get my hands on them. She is gorgeous, and it kills me that someone makes her think she isn’t.

I can tell when she finally sees me because she stops walking, and her eyes get huge. When she runs her hand down her hair and messes with her sleeves, I know she’s just as nervous as me. Whatever she’s feeling, she fights it because she pulls up her shoulders and continues toward me. I can’t keep the smile off my face. As she sits down in the chair beside me, I get a whiff of mango, which I assume is the smell of her body soap. The smell alone makes my jeans get tight in the crotch area. I try to adjust myself without her seeing what I’m doing or the bulge I’m now sporting. The chairs we sit in are closer together than our seats in class, but she still tries to lean as far away from me as possible. I don’t let that happen. Instead, I lean into her space. It’s like she has a magnetic pull, and I get caught up in it every damn time.

“What are you doing here,” she asks while looking down. When she sees the list sitting on my lap, her shoulders slump down, and I can see her deflate slightly. Before I can answer her, she starts talking again, rambling. “Oh, you want to talk about the project. We could have just done that in class. No need to…” I stop her by placing my hand over hers. As soon as my palm touches the back of her hand, she looks up, her eyes wide and big. Big, brown, and beautiful.

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