Page 17 of Emmett

“I—what?”

I watch his eyes as they travel up my body and back down again, finally landing on my crotch. “You should probably take care of that soon,” he winks. “Blue balls can be a real pain.”

I follow his gaze, looking down at my lap, and I realize that my dick is hard as a fucking steel beam, obvious through the jeans I’m wearing.

What the hell?

Squeezing past him, I shove a hand into my pocket in an effort to hide the unwanted erection and I hurry back into the busy club, making a beeline for my group of friends, where I grab Mariah with my free hand. “Let’s get out of here,” I shout so she can hear me over the music.

She throws me an enthusiastic nod and I practically drag her out of the club without so much as a goodbye to our friends. Instead, I pull out my phone to order a ride to her condo because it’s closer than my place, and I need to get this out of my system,now.

We barely make it through the front door before I’m on her with a kiss so deep that I can taste the drinks still on her tongue. I hold her head in my hands as I walk her backward toward her bedroom, and my mouth doesn’t leave hers until I throw her onto her bed and climb on top of her.

“No condom?”

I shake my head. “I’ll pull out.”

My hands quickly get busy, yanking the top of her dress down to free her breasts, and I drop to nibble at her perfect, smooth skin and her peaked nipples, earning a slow moan in response.

“Slow down,” she whines at me.

I do as I’m told, slowing my frenzied movements as I work my way back up from her breast to the curve of her jaw, letting my hands explore the curves of her body as I move.

“Your skin, your tits, Christ,” I breathe against her with my hand kneading into her flesh. “I love them.”

Womenturn me on.

It’s awoman’sbody I want to fuck.

“Thanks,” she giggles.

I climb off of her to stand at the edge of the bed and I stare down at her body, laid out for me like a meal ready to devour. Gripping onto her thighs, I yank her toward me and work to slide her dress up over her hips, and her legs fall open for me with a quiet whimper.

It takes all of five seconds for me to pull my belt away, discarding it on the floor before I fumble with the button and zipper of my jeans and send them down to my ankles.

Mariah’s body welcomes my cock as I push inside of her, holding onto her hips while I thrust into her.Christ,she feels good. I stare down at her, watching her eyebrows pinch together as I give her as much as she can take, and her fist balls into the bedding.

Relieved, I shut my eyes and let my head fall backward, letting myself ride the pleasure coursing through me with a low moan.

I knew it; the bathroom was just a weird coincidence; I’d been grinding on and making out with someone all night. Anyone would get turned on after that, it’s only human. Add to that someone coming five feet away from you, and it’s a recipe for a throbbing shaft. Nash hadnothingto do with it.

A hand reaches forward to grab my shirt and pull me downward. “Don’t leave,” Mariah begs. “Stay here.”

Shit.

Bringing myself back into the moment, I grab her by the jaw and dive into her mouth with my own. Her hips rock against mine while we fall back into a united rhythm and she moans her approval in response, crying out when I pick up my speed.

“Right there,” she pleads with me, “oh god, Emmett, don’t stop!”

I hold my pace steady until her body tenses, falling apart seconds later into a wave of trembling as she comes, and I know that I’m not far behind. As soon as she’s finished, she quickly flips herself onto all fours, turning to face me while I stroke my cock, sticking her tongue out with her mouth hanging open in eager anticipation.

“Every drop,” I whisper, echoing Nash’s words as I lock my eyes onto her tongue, watching as I paint it white. Panting, I watch her throat as she swallows my cum, and I tear off my shirt, tossing it behind me. “Again,” I order her, inclining my head toward the mattress.

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Morning sunlight peeks into the room, tinted pink as it filters through the curtains covering the single window behind the bed, and it takes me a few seconds to remember where exactly I am.

I walk my hand over the watermelon-pink nightstand next to me in search of my phone, but I come up empty as Mariah’s arm wraps around my bare chest and she pulls me in closer to her.