Page 70 of Face Off
What is she going to sound like when I make her come? When I make her take every inch?
“And look at this pretty thing.” I brush my fingers over the front of her thong. I snap the waistband sharp against her skin and her groan echoes in the room. “Who knew this was under your jersey?”
“I’m sweaty and gross in my uniform and pads. I know no one sees them, but I like to wear something for myself. Something that makes me feel sexy and… and like a woman.”
“You’re all woman, baby.” I pull her underwear taut, wedging the thin material between her pussy lips. “I mean, fuckinglookat you.”
“You said you were going to use your tongue.” Emerson squirms on the sheet. “Do you need a lesson in female anatomy?”
“I don’t think I need any lessons, Red.”
“Are you sure about that? I don’t see your tongue anywhere near my body.”
“I think I’m doing an okay job.” I yank the underwear down her strong thighs and pull it off her legs. I wrap the lace aroundmy wrist, a souvenir I’m absolutely taking home with me, and grin when I see her pussy. Glistening, pink. Wet and fucking ready for me. I use two fingers to spread her open, and I laugh. “You’re drenched, aren’t you? And I haven’t even touched you yet.”
She lets out an angry huff. “I’m not drenched because of you.”
“Yeah?” I challenge. “Who else has you turned on like this?”
Her grin is dangerous. “Hudson. Grant. Liam. Anyone but you.”
I sit up tall on my knees and lean forward so I can kiss her and shut her up. I press my lips to the corner of her mouth and she turns her head, answering me enthusiastically.
Teeth. Hands. The bump of her nose. A moan when I bite that sexy bottom lip of hers and a whimper when I drag my tongue over the mark to soothe the sting.
“Maybe I should stop. Or watch from the chair. I could make you put on a show for me without ever giving you my cock. It’s what you get for mouthing off and being a fucking brat.” I grip her chin, leaving room for her to pull away if she wants an escape. “I don’t fucking share.”
“Don’t youdarestop, Miller,” she practically growls. “You know I’m not going to any of their rooms tonight.”
She sure as shit isn’t.
“How do you like it?” I rock back on my heels and kiss both of her knees. I run my hands up her thighs and spread her legs wider to make room for my shoulders. “Fast? Slow? Soft? Rough?”
“No one’s ever asked me that before.”
“Never? What kind of assholes have you been with?”
Emerson scoffs but doesn’t answer the question.
It’s probably for the best.
The idea of someone else having her like this—red hair everywhere. Pink cheeks and hard nipples. A softness to her movements. It makes something roar inside me.
“I like slow,” she finally says. “I like when someone takes their time and lets me enjoy it. But I like it rough too. You don’t have to be gentle or careful with me.”
“Gentle and careful are the last things I’m going to be with you.” I drag my thumb down the column of her throat. I add a little bit of pressure right at her windpipe, and I hum when she doesn’t pull away. “I’m going to make a mess of you, Emmy girl.”
She shivers. “I’d like that.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to eat you out. Fuck you with my fingers and get you nice and stretched out. Then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress and make you come again—the second time is going to be around my cock. You’re going to tell me when you like or don’t like something. After, I’m going to ask you my question of the day then tuck you in before you can kick me out.”
“You’re awfully confident.” Emerson blinks down at me with hazy eyes. She looks a little drunk. Totally sexy. “I’ve never come from sex before, so good luck with that.”
I lift an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really?”
“Really. It’s always too much dick and not enough hands. Close, but not all the way there.”
“Good thing I know how to use all my appendages. We’re done talking. I want you to lie back and hold your legs open. Get comfortable, baby, so I can take a good look at that pretty cunt of yours.”
