Page 20 of Bad Call
“Emmett!” she cries. “Stop!” Her small hands wrap around my bicep, pulling as hard as she can until finally, I realize what I’m doing. I yank my arm from Theo’s throat, watching in horror as he coughs and sputters in an attempt to fill his lungs.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my voice shaking with adrenaline. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what ha?—”
I swallow the rest of my excuse as he puts his hands up in surrender. “It’s okay. I—I was just showing her where the bathroom is.” His brows pull tight with confusion as he rewinds the last sixty seconds in his mind. “Did you saywife?”
My entire body goes rigid, save for the heaving of my lungs with every labored inhale. Between them, my heart pounds so hard that I feel like it may punch a hole right through my shirt.Holy shit. Ididsay that—without even thinking about it. I saw them walking down a dimly lit hallway, his hand on her back, and my immediate reaction was that he was touching something that was mine. I almost choked the poor guy out over something that was so goddamn innocent, and if she hadn’t stopped me, I’d probably be explaining to the entire party why our teammate was in a crumpled heap at my feet.
“Theo,” Stella says softly, placing a hand on his forearm. My blood begins boiling again at the sight, but I tamp it down. I’ve already done enough damage here. “Can you give us a second?”
He drags his gaze back and forth between us, still in utter bewilderment as he finally surrenders, nodding his head. “Yeah.” He focuses his attention on her. “Just yell if you need anything.” His words cause my fists to closetightly at my sides, because there’s nobody in this world Stella would be safer with than me. I meant it when I said I’d protect her for the rest of my life—but of course, he doesn’t know any of that.
She jerks her chin in understanding as he turns and retreats down the stairs. As soon as he’s out of sight, I’m being yanked into an empty bedroom, the door closing behind us with a quietsnick. The full moon filters through several giant windows, giving us enough light to see each other as she runs up on me and shoves her tiny hands into my chest.
“What the fuck was that, Emmett?” she whisper-yells, obviously trying not to call attention to the fact that we’re in here. But if me slamming Theo into the hallway wall went unheard over the music and chatter downstairs, I doubt anyone will hear us in a closed room. “Austin talked me into coming out to meet new people, and you act like a goddamn caveman toward the first one who shows me kindness? I get that I hurt you, and I’m trying to take my licks, but if you think that gives you a free pass to piss all over me like a dog, you’re wrong. You don’t have to forgive me. You don’t have towant me. But you can’t just act hot one minute and cold the next while you try to figure it out.” Her jaw is set, eyes narrowed to slits as a piece of the sassy girl I used to love verbally sparring with shows her face for the first time in nearly eight years. My cock begins to thicken behind my zipper, a different kind of chemical pumping through me as she pushes her tits out in defiance.
I step forward, trapping her hands between us as I advance, not stopping until her back is pressed against thewall. Her breath hitches when I erase the last inch of space that separates us, my thick, pulsing erection pushing into her lower stomach through the fabric of her skin-tight dress.
“Is that so?” I ask, dipping down and running my nose along the shell of her ear. “Because you couldn’t be more wrong, Wild Girl. Idowant you, and I’ll make sure every motherfucker in this city knows it. And as far as youtaking your licks, maybe that isn’t such a bad idea, either.”
In an instant, I grip her hips, a quiet squeal getting caught in her throat as I spin her so she’s facing the wall. Her hands flatten on either side of her head, sliding down slightly when I pull back, forcing her to bend at the waist. Her plump ass stretches the material that covers it, begging me to set it free. So that’s exactly what I do, peeling the snug black cotton upward until every inch of her flawless skin is on display. A small strip of lace runs between her cheeks, practically screaming at me to drag my tongue up the length of it, tasting her from the tip of her aching clit to her sweet little asshole. But she doesn’t deserve that yet.
“What’s your safe word?” I ask. As frenzied as I feel in this moment, I still have enough good sense to know I may get even more lost in what I’m about to do, and I refuse to make her feel uncomfortable or unsafe in the process.
“T-tiger,” she stutters without missing a beat. At first, I’m shocked by the fact that she still has the same one—our old high school mascot. But when I think of the fact that she’s probably utilized it with other men, the beast inside me rears his ugly, jealous head.
Without warning, I lift my hand, landing it on her asswith a sharpsmack. She swallows a cry, dropping her head forward as her back arches in anticipation. I take that as a green light to deliver another, the impact of her skin colliding against mine sending a delicious sting right up my arm. A low moan ricochets off the wall, letting me know she doesn’t hate the way it feels.
“Still a little pain slut, huh, Stell?” I taunt, spanking her for a third time and enjoying the way her sounds get louder—more wanton—with each one. “This is supposed to be a punishment, yet here you are, probably creaming in your thong over it.” I strike her other cheek, and her legs begin to wobble. “You wet for me, baby? If I shove my fingers into your cunt, will they come out covered in the proof that you want this just as badly as I do?”
“I don’t—I don’t know,” she stammers, the desperation in her voice like a bolt of electricity straight to my dick. I’ve never been this hard in my life, and I’ve barely even touched her. Just having Stella here, at my mercy like I’ve fantasized about more times than I can even count, is enough to make me blow inside my pants…but still, I want more.
“I think you do know,” I reply darkly, sealing my front to her back and nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck. “You’re dripping for me, just like you always did wh?—”
“Oh, fuck. Maddox,” a muffled voice echoes through the wall in front of us, making me go quiet. “That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop. I’m close.” At first, I think I’m hearing things, but when it happens again, I realize that we aren’t the only ones hiding up here and doing things we shouldn’t be.
“I’m not gonna stop, sweet girl,” he replies. “Not untilyou come all over me.” The unmistakable sound of my quarterback’s pelvis slapping against Livvy’s ass should have me bolting from the room, but when Stella’s thighs rub together, clearly trying to ease the ache between them, I know we aren’t going anywhere. This may have started as me wanting to blow off some steam after seeing another man’s hands on her, but now, with the moans, grunts, and heavy breaths that are currently bleeding through the wall, we’re playing a whole new ballgame.
“Are you needy, baby?” I ask. “Do you want me to make you feel good while you listen to them fuck?”
She turns her head, wide eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “Em, we shouldn’t…we should give them some privacy. Right?” My nickname falling from her lips sounds like a goddamn dream, one that I’m sure as hell not ready to wake up from just because Maddox chose the room next door to—very loudly—bang his girlfriend in.
“Shhhh,” I say into her ear, wrapping my fingers around the sides of her panties and working them down her smooth thighs until they fall to the carpet. She looks at me through long, dark lashes, hesitating for a moment before lifting one foot and freeing it from the lace. I smirk, gently nudging a knee between her legs and using it to spread them as Livvy’s muffled moans swirl in the air around us.
“There’s my Wild Girl,” I whisper, placing a hand on her head and pushing it into the wall so she can hear better. I’m almost positive that they’re right in front of us, which means—if I do my job correctly—at least two people in this house will know that Stella belongs to me. The thought spurs me on as I slowly and deliberatelyghost my fingertips up the back of her thigh. The higher I go, and the tighter her breaths become, the more aware I am of what’s about to happen. Even in this heated moment, with the now-pornographic sounds of Maddox and Liv as a soundtrack, I know that I’m mere inches away from being inside Stella—insidemy wife—again. I have no idea what tomorrow has in store for us, or if we’ll truly be able to get back all the things we lost, but I’m letting that go for now. I just want to feel her.
My fingers reach her apex, heat pouring from her soft, plump skin. As soon as I reach her clit, harder and more swollen than I’ve ever felt it, I’m a fucking goner. The poor girl is suffering, and I can’t take another second. Instinct takes over, my body remembering exactly the way she likes to be touched as I rub firm figure eights over the sensitive bud. She moans, and I don’t do a thing to keep her quiet, because I want them to hear us, too.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Maddox grits out as he picks up his pace, Livvy’s high-pitched whines coming louder with each thrust. “You’re so fucking tight. Give me that orgasm. It’s mine.” My erection is hanging like a brick between my legs, precum dripping uncontrollably as all the noises mix together in my head.
“He’s giving it to her so good, isn’t he, Stell?” I say. “I bet she’s so full right now. Is that what you want? To have this greedy cunt stuffed to its limit while you struggle to take it all?”
“Please, Emmett,” she begs. “Please.” With that, I sink a finger inside, stars exploding behind my eyes as she grips me like she’s desperate to keep me there. She’s soaked—somuch so, that her wetness begins rolling into my palm after just a few strokes—yet she’s still so tight.
I use my free hand to tip her chin so that our faces are just inches apart, tasting her sweet breath before finally sealing my mouth over hers. I deepen the kiss, feeling her inner walls relax and using the opportunity to add another finger.
“That’s a good girl, letting me in,” I praise, curling toward her G-spot. She lets out a pleading whimper, which I swallow immediately, fucking her harder and faster. I can tell that Livvy is about to come, and I want nothing more than to make Stella do the same. “You going to remind me what this pussy does when I treat her the way she likes? I want your cum filling my hand, baby. Then you’re going to watch me suck my fingers clean. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Oh my God, Maddox,” Livvy says on a muffled scream just as Stella’s cunt seizes around me, crying out her release with a cheek against the wall. There’s no way they can’t hear it, but I don’t have a fuck to give because I’m way too mesmerized by watching the girl of my dreams orgasm for the first time in almost eight years. It’s breathtaking, her eyes rolling back as full-body tremors roll through her in waves. Her legs shake violently, so I band my arm around her midsection, holding her up while she rides it out.
