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He let out an overly dramatic sigh. “Bumped uglies. Knocked boots. Did a little bump and grind…” He did a suggestive roll of his hips that finished off with two quick thrusts and I did my best to not let my gaze linger too long on his crotch.
“Oh...why the hell can’t you just say had sex?”
He leaned his lanky form against the doorframe and crossed his arms, wearing another disarmingly attractive grin. “Where’s the fun in that?”
I covered my face and groaned. One rash decision after the next embedded this man deeper and deeper into my life. “Fine. Wait...is that why you really came over here? Hoping for another hookup?”
“Nope.” He added an extra pop to the “P” when he said the word. “I legit just came to bring your container back like the great neighbor that I am.” He pushed off the wall and closed the space between us. “But if you’re feening I’m more than happy to help you out.”
“Me? You’re the one who took the turn down sexual lane.” A smile tugged at my lips. “Maybe...maybe you’re the one really ‘feening’ and are trying to put it off on me.”
I managed to hold not only my composure but also his eye contact during my bullshit statement. Although, possibly not all bullshit. There had to be some part, other than the obvious one, that was attracted to me.
He rolled his tongue along his bottom lip before drawing it in between his teeth. “If I am, you gonna let me get a fix?”
Emilio stood close but didn’t touch me. And damn if I didn’t want him to have his hands, lips, and tongue all over me. This man was everything I normally avoided. Crude, slightly arrogant, and spoke sarcasm like it was a second language. Yet I was ready to take him by the hand and drag him upstairs. Because he was also funny, intelligent, and super laid back, which was the yin to my high-strung yang.
“You come prepared?”
He slowly shook his head.
I arched a brow. “Thought you were Mr. Boy Scout?”
He quirked the right side of his mouth up. “Need me to run home?”
Hell no. But I kept that thought to myself. Letting him walk out that door might have me losing my nerve and not let him back in.
I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Lucky for you I was a girl scout. We too know to be prepared.”
He bent to meet me for the kiss I was after. The moment his lips touched mine he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. Another rash decision that was going to have him tangled up in my life. As I parted my lips and let his tongue enter my mouth, I knew I wouldn’t mind it for the next hour or so. I moaned at the thought. I wove my fingers in his hair and pressed closer.
His erection was an evident rod between us. His lips moved, soft yet firm. He suckled my tongue, a gentle motion I didn’t know I’d enjoy until that very moment. I needed friction, something, anything to help get me over the edge. He pressed his thigh between my legs as if reading my mind. I shamelessly humped against him in desperate need.
Emilio broke from the kiss and trailed his nose along my jaw. His warm breath came out in quick bursts as he held fast to my ass, aiding in my movements. He caught the lobe of my ear between his teeth, nipping at it softly before letting it go. “You need it, don’tcha, Ma? Been thirsting over my dick.”
He gave my ass a smack like last time and I groaned at the deliciousness. My breath was short and raspy. My
nipples scraped against the thin fabric of their confines creating more stimulation. My pussy throbbed against the pressure of Emilio’s thigh as I gyrated, getting closer and closer to my release. He snaked one of his hands under my shirt and pulled the cup of my bra down.
I gasped when he pinched my nipple. My body was on fire. My pulse raced and all I wanted, all I could focus on was the “fix” as he’d called it. I gripped his shoulders and rested my head on his chest.
“You been over here touching yourself thinking of me. Bet you had your fingers deep in your wet, wet pussy calling out my name as you made yourself come. Who’s making you feel this good? Say it for me.”
“Em...Emilio. Fuck!” I screamed as his dirty truths unleashed the orgasm I’d been chasing.
12
Emilio
I propped my hands up behind my head and resettled on the pillow. After she’d recovered, we’d moved the party upstairs, much to the displeasure of Ren who whined and scratched at the door for a while before giving up.
“You hungry?”
She looked over and frowned at me. “Oh, I’m expected to cook for you now?”
I couldn’t stop the smile from forming over the attitude in her voice.
“I clearly didn’t do a good enough job if you’re still so tightly wound.” I propped up on one hand and placed my other on her hip and pulled her closer. “Something I’ll work on...after I eat.”
