Page 113 of Face Off
“What else do you need to get there?” I ask.
“More,” she begs, and her grip on my hair turns rougher. “Can I have three?”
“I told you that you can have anything you want,” I say, and when I slip another finger inside her and feel her stretch around me, I have to squeeze my eyes closed to stop myself from losing control. “Fuck, Em. This is doing it for me.”
Emerson turns to face me. My fingers slide out of her before she guides me back in while moving her other hand from my hair to the front of my jeans. She traces my erection through the denim, a soft touch that makes me buck my hips like a needy fucking asshole.
“No guy has ever finished in their pants for me before,” she says, and there’s a dare behind it.
“You know I always like to be the first and the best.” I drop my head back and groan when she cups me, her thumb stroking me up and down. “Emerson. Seriously. If you keep doing that?—”
“I’d like to see it.” Her other hand wraps around my wrist and she picks up the pace of my fingers, urging them in and out of her. “I’d like to see you fall apart.”
“After you.” I curl my fingers, and she gasps. I open my eyes and smile at the blush on her cheeks and the pointed nipplesthrough her dress. “That’s my girl. I told you you’re safe with me. Let go, Emmy. Let me see how pretty you are when you come.”
Her breathing changes. I bend down and kiss her temple, her cheek and her neck. She tightens around me and tells me she’s close. I circle her clit until she moans long and low, her body shuddering against mine as the music thumps around us.
I coax her through the high, whispering in her ear how good she is. How beautiful she is and how much I like being here with her. And when she unzips my jeans and slips her fingers inside of my briefs, stroking me and jerking my cock, pleasure builds at the base of my spine.
“Emmy,” I say, shuffling us to the back corner of the club. I put a hand on the wall to hold myself up. “I’m?—”
Her thumb swipes over the head of my dick, and I lose it.
My vision turns dark and my limbs get heavy. I groan, nothing but satisfaction in my bones and a goddamn mess in my pants.
“Fuck.Fuck.”
“Give me all of it, pretty boy.”
I whimper, some desperate sound I’ll be embarrassed about tomorrow. But right now, she’s still holding me, still stroking me, drawing every bit of pleasure out of me that she can.
“Shit.Shit, Emmy,” I pant. I think I’m about to topple over. “God damn.”
“Did you like that, Maverick?”
I swallow down a gulp of air. “I haven’t finished like that since I was fourteen,” I admit.
“That’s hot.” She kisses me again and runs her tongue across my lips. “You’re such a good boy doing what I ask. Look at the mess you’ve made.”
Goddamn.
My body is an inferno, and I whine at her praise. I pull my fingers out of her and bring them to her mouth.
“Open up,” I say. “Want to watch you suck them clean.” Her lips part, and I press my fingers down on her tongue. “How do you taste?”
“Good. But you’d taste better.”
I grab her chin and kiss her, a promise of what else is to come tonight. We might be done here, but I’m just getting started with her.
“Want to head back to the hotel?” I ask.
“And do what?”
“Sex. Lots and lots of sex,” I say. “Then we can go from there.”
“Okay.” She looks down at the front of my jeans, and there’s a cute little smirk on her mouth. “I was going to ask if we could get food but?—”
“I’ll order you one of everything off the room service menu. The ice cream too.”
