Page 23 of Bad Call
“Don’t you dare hide, Stella,” he growls, his hot breath ricocheting off my open lips. “You don’t get to cover up what you stole from me. I can’t even tell you how many nights I wondered what I was missing out on—knowing this beautiful body was changing and that I wasn’t there to worship it at every stage. Keep your fucking hands on the mattress or I’ll flip you over and turn your ass red. Understood?”
I nod rapidly, my pussy practically gushing at his words. “Yes.”
“That’s my Wild Girl,” he replies, kissing me chastely before dragging his tongue down my neck and chest. I whimper loudly when he pulls a nipple between his teeth, biting down before soothing it with a gentle lick. My entire body burns for him, the inside of my panties warm and damp as he continues teasing me. Large hands—ones that have touched me on countless occasions—knead and caress, knowing exactly which spots drive me wild andplaying them expertly. I feel like a rubber band that’s being pulled to its limit, ready to snap at any second, and he hasn’t even started yet.
“I can smell how horny you are, Stell,” he rasps as he lowers down, grips the sides of my panties, and peels them off. “Do you want me to eat your sweet little cunt?”
“Emmett, please,” I beg, unable to control my desperation. He has no idea how badly I need this right now. I’d do just about anything for it.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I love it when you say my name. Do it again, baby.” He nips at the sensitive skin under my navel, peppering open-mouthed kisses over my pelvic bone and inner thighs, but skipping right over where I need him the most. My brain is hazy, my clit throbbing painfully with every second that passes by. It isn’t until I replay his last request that I realize why he’s not giving me what I want.
“Emmett.”
That’s all it takes for him to lunge forward, immediately sealing his mouth over my pussy. He uses his tongue to massage my slit in long, deliberate strokes, coaxing my climax to the surface faster than I ever thought possible. But then again, he knows my body inside and out, so I shouldn’t be surprised that I’m teetering on the edge after mere seconds of him being between my legs.
“Just like I remember,” he says between licks. “So swollen and wet. You taste like a dream, Stella. Come in my mouth so I can fuck you.”
“Oh my God,” I moan as he pulls my clit between his lips and sucks in rough pulses, just the way I like. It’s crazy that he hasn’t forgotten a thing, working me towardwhat I can already tell will be the strongest orgasm I’ve had in my life. Between the way he’s expertly eating me to the sinful look in his eyes as they lock onto mine, I’m a goner, finally hurtling over the summit and falling into oblivion.
“I’m coming,” I gasp, my hands shooting through his hair and holding on for dear life, my climax tearing through me like a beast that’s been caged for years. My entire body convulses, pleasure like I’ve never known washing over me in waves until I feel like I can’t possibly take any more.
“You’re incredible,” Emmett says, the words barely registering as I slowly return to awareness. He takes one last, gentle swipe along my entrance, gathering everything that lingers behind before crawling up my satiated body. His lips press to mine, the taste of my own arousal giving me a second wind as his covered cock grazes my sensitive pussy. I whimper into his mouth when he deepens the kiss, the delicious slide of his tongue making me wetter with each passing second.
“Need you, Em,” I whisper. He must hear the desperation in my voice because he reaches down and removes his boxer briefs, tossing them onto the pile next to the bed. I can’t stop my eyes from wandering down to get a glimpse of his gorgeous cock. It’s so hard, a thick bead of precum leaking from the slit—and suddenly, I can’t think of anything I want more than to taste him. I attempt to sit up, my one-track mind focused on getting him into my throat as soon as possible, but he pushes me back down, shaking his head as a smirk tugs at his lips.
“I know you want to suck it, sweetheart. But if you do,I’m absolutely positive that I’ll never make it inside you.” I’m not shocked in the slightest that he can read my mind, since I was always obsessed with blowing him. He used to say I had this look in my eye when I wanted it, which I’m guessing is exactly what he’s seeing in this moment. But if sucking his cock means that we can’t have sex right now, I’ll just have to wait.
Relaxing into the mattress, I spread my legs wider, enjoying the way his shaft drags back and forth over my opening with each thrust of his hips. He leans down, kissing me softly as he strokes my hair, warmth blooming in my chest at the gesture. This is it. After almost eight years, I’m about to feel the only man I’ve ever loved inside me again. The thought causes tears to prick at the backs of my eyes, emotions surging through me so strongly that it’s almost hard to breathe. I don’t even realize that I’m trembling until Emmett pulls back, his eyes scanning my face as concern falls over his.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you shaking?” he asks.
I swallow the nervous lump in my throat, my eyes fluttering closed. “Emmett, I have to tell you something.”
TWENTY-TWO
EMMETT
Panic washesover me at her words. Just moments ago, Stella was moaning my name, her sweet cum flooding my tongue as she unraveled in the most beautiful orgasm I’ve ever seen. Now, she looks terrified, her small frame shuddering uncontrollably while my mind flips through every bad scenario in rapid succession.
Trying my best to stay calm, I lift my hand to her jaw, my thumb sweeping back and forth to soothe her. I’m screaming on the inside, but I remain quiet, eyes trained on her flawless face as I wait for her to tell me what has her reacting this way.
She takes a shaky breath, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye. “I haven’t—” The words get caught in her throat, so she swallows, trying again. “I wasn’t with anyone else while we were apart. I haven’t done this since you.”
Fuck.
It’s been so long. She was the one who left, and all this time, I thought she had moved on. I can’t even count thenumber of nights I lost sleep, wishing I was the guy who got to make love to her—to care for her body in all the ways I craved. I hated him with every fiber of my being.
I hated a man who never existed.Because she only ever wanted me.
A million questions are burning inside me, but I can’t spit a single one of them out. I want to know why she never moved on. Did she give up on love after me, or did she try, and it just never worked out? Did the thought of being touched by someone else make her physically ill, but instead of being weak like I was, she heeded her body’s warning, knowing that it still belonged to me?
I fucking hate myself for giving in—for not trusting that we’d find our way back to one another eventually.
“Baby,” I choke out, tears blurring my vision. “I didn’t wait. I’m sorry.” Pain rips through my chest, my heart tying in knots with regret. We were each other’s first and only everything, and I tainted that with a handful of meaningless hookups.
She reaches up, cupping my jaw. A soft smile pulls at her lips, and she shakes her head slowly. “Em, I never expected that. You tried to give me the world, and I walked away. You deserved so much better than that. I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you, but I promise that if you ever give me your heart again, it’ll be safe.”
I lean down, gently pressing my mouth to hers. “You’ve always had my heart, Wild Girl. It was with you the whole time.” The words are a ghost of a breath against her lips before we deepen the kiss, our tongues tangling in a dance that’s just as exciting as it is familiar. It’s unhurried, the broken pieces of our past fusing backtogether one by one with each languid stroke. And when the head of my cock nudges at her entrance, we swallow each other’s gasps, suspended in the final moment before we truly find ourselves after being lost for so long.
