My eyes squeezed tight when she palmed my dick through my jeans, a ragged groan leaving me against her lips. It felt toofucking good to have her stroking me like this, and if she didn’t stop soon, I was gonna come.
“I’m always good,” she said with a smirk that had me kissing down her body while dropping to my knees. Her lip caught between her teeth, hand in my hair, eyes radiating something I couldn’t figure out as I looked up at her. I kissed along her stomach, sliding my hands up her calves to the backs of her knees.
She yelped when I pulled hard, making her sink to the ground on top of me. “Not used to this,” she said, running her hands along my arms. Stars burst behind my eyelids when she rolled her hips against me.
“Used to what?” I kissed her jaw, her neck. I brushed her hair off her shoulder and kissed her collarbone, too. I needed to stop, but I couldn’t. Didn’t want to.
Another rock of her hips that made me feel crazed. “Being tossed around by a guy like this.”
“Sounds like you’ve been with the wrong guys,” I murmured, sliding my hand up her back and into her hair. I pulled it back, and her eyes fluttered, a breathy sigh leaving her. “Good thing I’m here now,” I rasped against her neck, my voice low and rumbling in a way I hadn’t heard in ages.
“Just this once,” she breathed, but I couldn’t tell if it was a statement or a question.
I swallowed thickly. “Right. Once.”
She looked down at me, smoothing my hair off my forehead. Something warm pulsed in my chest, but I ignored it. Her thumb traced the shape of my mouth as she said, “And then we pretend it never happened. Tell no one. Your sisters can’t know.”
I leaned forward, my lips brushing hers. “Then I’d better get you in my bed, and make this one time count.”
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Ch 4 - Delilah
No matter how many times I had dreamed it, nothing could’ve prepared me for how perfect it felt being with Emmett like this. Everything he did only turned me on more. Every touch. Every kiss. Every word.
I was already heartbroken that this was only going to happen once.
My back met the wall with a harsh thud, my blood humming in my veins. Emmett’s mouth was hot and urgent against mine, unknowingly laying siege to every piece of me. But those final, tattered shreds of duty to his sisters had me pausing.
“Are we really doing this?” I panted. They were my friends, mybestestfriends. Sisters of my own. Could I really do this behind their backs? Could I really give in to the longing I’d felt for their brother for the last twenty years?
I half-expected Emmett to back out, to make me leave with renewed clarity over how insane this was, even if it would break my heart. He brushed my hair back softly, tenderly even. “I want you so bad I think I might die if we don’t.”
My last thread of hesitation snapped then. We stumbled into his room, mouths locked in a frenzy that made me borderlinedelirious. We collapsed onto his bed in a heap of breathy sighs and roaming hands. I ripped my shirt off, my hair falling in an orange curtain when I leaned over him. This close, I could smell his body wash. I kissed along his neck, chasing the fresh, masculine scent. His pulse thundered beneath my tongue, and he hauled me back by my hair, crashing my mouth to his with a needy groan.
Time seemed to slow to a halt as our mouths moved in a languid dance. I didn’t feel real. Nothing felt real but him. This.Us. I was weightless, floating, content in a way I didn’t know was possible. Kissing Emmett was a drug I’d never recover from.
I rolled my hips against his, moaning at the friction I desperately needed. “Fuck,” he ground out through gritted teeth, looking down between us with darkened eyes. His grip on me tightened, dragging me against him harder. “Like that.”
My pace stuttered when his hands glided up my back, the feel of his hands on me still too foreign and overwhelming to fully believe. He fumbled with my bra. “Used to be better at this,” he said with a sheepish chuckle, his cheeks tinged a light pink. It was sexy in that cute, uncoordinated way.
“Not in a rush.” And I meant it. I wanted to drag this out for as long as humanly possible. Especially since this was the only time I’d have him like this.
He finally popped the clasp, and I sat up to pull the dark blue straps down my shoulders. “Holy shit,” he breathed. I preened with satisfaction at his reaction, pushing my boobs together slightly with my arms. And I could’ve sworn I felt his dick throb between my legs.
I looked down at the matching silver barbells with little heart gems in my nipples and bit back a smile. “Cute, right?”
His voice was rougher as he said, “That’s not the word I’d use.”
I smirked, tilting my head. “What word would you use then?”
“Don’t fucking know.” He sat up, wrapping me up in his arms. “I can’t think straight with you on top of me looking this good,” he said and kissed me hard, the faint taste of salt and lust on my tongue. His lips trailed down my neck and along my chest before palming one of my breasts, kneading it gently before lowering his mouth to my nipple.
My eyes rolled shut, a breathy whimper leaving me as he tugged on it gently. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Just as I was about to yank his shirt off, Emmett pulled away, looking up at me with a wariness in his eyes. “Delilah…”
My stomach dropped. If he stopped this now, I wasn’t sure how I’d recover. “What? Did you change your mind?”
