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I park my new car in front of Emmett’s apartment and try to push down any resentment I feel towards it as I hop out and lock the doors. It’s a favor to my mom. Being the bigger person. Or any number of other excuses I make for it, but nothing seems to shake the sinking feeling in my gut that comes from taking anything from Theo.
But I do my best to shake it all from my mind as I knock on Emmett’s door. This last semester has had a rough start for both of us and I am more than ready to forget it all for a little while.
He looks surprised to see me when he answers the door. His lips part, likely to ask how I got here, but I immediately crash my lips to his and push him inside, slamming the door behind us. I roll my tongue into his mouth, not giving him the chance to talk. Soon he melts into our kiss and matches my urgency, squeezing my ass as he pulls me in closer. We fumble through his mostly bare apartme
nt, frantically pulling at each other’s clothes.
Somewhere in the shuffle, the backs of my thighs find their way up against a countertop. Or a table or some kind of flat surface. I don’t really know or care. I just know it’s been too long and I need him inside of me as quickly as possible. He grips me from behind and hoists me up onto the surface before quickly snaking his fingers between my legs. He doesn’t even bother sliding my panties off. He quickly swipes the thin, wet fabric to the side and slips in.
Pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, his fingers caress me, with one thumb circling around my sensitive folds. I am already shaking with need by the time he starts kissing down my neck and chest, biting at my nipples through my shirt. I’ve already lost my bra some time after charging him at the door. He sucks and licks at them through the fabric until he grows impatient and slides his palms underneath, stretching around them with a firm squeeze. Soon the shirt is flying over my head, our lips barely parting for a second as he quickly tosses it aside.
His tongue sneaks across my skin, all the way down to his hand and he lets his mouth take over for his thumb. The minute his hot breath teases me, working alongside his fingers gliding in and out, I thrash my head back with an eager moan. I needed this so badly.
It’s almost more than I can take as he expertly rolls his tongue around my folds, sucking them into his mouth with just the right amount of pressure. His fingers hook against my g-spot until I feel like I might explode. It’s so intense I find myself pushing him back slightly, but he fights against me and relentlessly pulls me further into his mouth until I am erupting with pleasure. My legs shake in his grip as it slowly fades, and I am still somehow left wanting more.
I clench my fingers into the curls of his hair and yank his mouth back to mine, relishing in my own taste on his lips. I quickly find my way between his legs and pull the hardness from his tight boxer briefs, stroking it as I urge him to slide inside of me. He’s just as worked up and impatient as me, and quickly uses my dripping wetness to guide himself in.
He pulls at my legs to angle my hips upwards, moving in and out of me at the perfect angle. But soon we’re lost in each other’s mouths again. He lifts me back into the air, not breaking our kiss or his thrust, and lowers back onto the nearby couch. I rear back, admiring the view of his gaping mouth and clenching muscles as I start to ride him. He’s impossibly hard and throbbing inside of me as I move up and down, gripping the bottom of his shaft with one hand to match my motions.
He hisses and digs his nails into my thighs. The nerves I feel pulsing through him tell me he’s close. I lift my arms above my head, running my hands up through my hair, giving him a good view of my body as I go faster. But he suddenly grabs my wrists and grips them behind my back, holding me in place as he gyrates his hips, doing all of the work for me. Taking complete control over our pace. With one hand securely wrapped around my arms, pinning them out of the way, he sneaks his other hand back to my clit.
“What are you doing?” I moan, quivering from the sensitivity.
“I won’t cum until you do,” he grunts, thrusting harder and faster.
“I…already..did,” I stammer out slowly in between the intensifying waves of pleasure.
“Cum again,” he commands, writhing against me and fingering against my tingling folds. I didn’t think I would cum again, but the moment he says the words and begins moving so skillfully, I instantly feel myself plummeting into another orgasm. It catches me off guard, leaving me trembling and limp as I crash down over his chest.
He lures me up, keeping his arms gripped behind me, as he turns me around on the couch. With one perfect slap to my ass, he slides back inside of me from behind. I’m so tight around him that in no time at all he is groaning in a way that tells me he is so close to cumming. He quickly pulls out and spills onto my back, rubbing along every inch of my skin within reach with his breathless moans.
After cleaning up, we reluctantly put some of our clothes back on and lay around on his couch for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“How did you get over here?” he finally asks, now that he has a chance.
“You’ll never believe it,” I huff. “My dad bought me a car. And a phone.”
“Really? I thought Brendan didn’t have the money for any of that right now.”
“No…Not Brendan. My quote, unquote real dad bought them for me,” I explain.
I feel his chest flex as he strains his neck to look down at me, studying the expression on my face as if I must be joking. “No shit…” he rasps.
“You don’t believe me?” I chuckle, still hardly believing it myself.
“I believe he’d try to do something like that,” he replies. “I just can’t believe you let him.”
“I didn’t have much of a choice,” I tell him as I roll off of his body and look for the rest of my clothes.
He gets up and walks into his kitchen, throwing some kind of frozen food into his microwave. Emmett always gets hungry after we have sex, which has been an endearing quirk to learn about him. As sexy as it is to have a boyfriend with his own apartment, sometimes I miss the days when he was hiding out in a cheap motel. Things felt even more scandalous and romantic then.
Emmett’s mom let him back into the manor long enough to pick up a few things from his room, but she made sure he had no way to collect his bed and other furniture. He’s tried looking for a job, but as he expected, he hasn’t had much luck. His mom and sister, as well as the Hendersons, made sure everyone in town knew better than to hire him.
He’s been living off of whatever money he could make from selling his car and a few other heirlooms he retrieved from his room. He picked up an old sofa and mattress from the thrift store, but other than that the place is mostly empty. A poster from one of his favorite bands hangs crooked near an old television set. The rest of the walls empty with an almost taunting sadness.
Every time I think about how empty and gray the whole place is, I’m amazed he manages to stay in as high spirits as he does each day. But I know he’s just banking on us leaving town right after graduation. Once we get to a new place, hopefully before his reputation in Jameson catches up with him, he’ll be able to get a job and start figuring out the rest of his life.
“What’s that?” I ask, pointing to a large box plopped near the front door. One that I am positive we tripped over at some point in our mad rush to get into each other’s pants.
