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I rub the spot tenderly. “What thefuckwas that for?”
“Because your ego literally knows no bounds, and because that was totally inappropriate. Reed was sitting right next to me!”
Okay, true. But I couldn't help myself. Something tells me that agreeing with her isn’t going to help the situation.
“I told you it’s done between us. Didn’t you get that when I didn’t respond to your ridiculously gross text messages?’
Shrugging, I push off the vanity, stepping closer to her. Her sweet, cinnamon scent fills my nostrils and never in my life have I fucking craved Red Hots.
You know, the little cinnamon candies that burn the fuck out of your tongue, yet you still eat them like an insane person. That’s what Emery is, not even five feet tall, but she’s red hot, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Especially when she's mad. It’s the hottest taste of cinnamon I’ve ever had.
I watch as she swallows, stepping back slightly until she is pressed against the back of the door. Placing my hand on the side of her head, I dip lower, inhaling.
“Did you just… sniff me?” She screeches.
I nod. “You smell so goddamn good; it’s driving me insane.”
Her hands float to my chest and she pushes with little effort.
While Emery is in denial about what’s really happening here, I, on the other hand, am fully aware of how badly I want her: beneath me, above me, in front of me while I fuck her from behind.
The truth is, the taste I had of Emery was never going to be enough. I’ve wanted it every damn day since, and I’m not going to stop until she lets me have her without inhibition. Did I know better than to sleep with my best friend’s sister? Did I know how complicated shit would be once I did?
Yep, but only if anyone found out, and right now, with her pressed against the door, chest heaving, pupils dilated and my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans, none of it matters.
I’ll deal with the consequences later.
“I know you’re not used to women actually telling you no, but this thing,” she gestures between us, “is over. Done. I’m bored, and I have no interest in continuing it.”
“Prove it.”
For a moment, she looks surprised, like she didn’t actually expect me to call her on her bullshit.
“W-w-what?” she sputters.
“I said… prove it. You keep saying you don’t want me, and that it’s done… so prove it. Walk away. No more orgasms, and no more hookups.”
While I whisper the words, I drag my hand to the waistband of her shorts, rubbing my thumb along the exposed skin of her crop top. She looks up at me through thick lashes, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth whenever I dip below the button of her shorts to the string of her underwear and slide my finger beneath it.
“I hate you,” she says simply, even though the heavy-lidded look she gives me says otherwise.
“There’s a thin line between lust and hate, Emery. How about you stop thinking for five seconds and let me make you come on my face before someone downstairs realizes we’re gone.”
“God, you’refoul.Your mouth.”
Yet, here we fucking are. She happens to love this mouth, especially whenever it’s sucking on her clit, and I know that when I slide my fingers just aliiiiitlebit farther into her panties, I’ll find her already wet for me. This cat and mouse game we play turns her on just as much as it does me. So she can pretend all she wants, but I’m not buying a single second of it.
I don’t answer her; instead, I drop to my knees in front of her, our eyes locked as I undo the button of her shorts and tug on the bottoms, pulling them down her hips. Today she’s got on a bright pink, lace thong that makes my mouth water. The lace covering her pussy is damp, and I lightly rub my nose along the fabric while she hisses.
Teasing her further, I swipe along the damp fabric with my tongue, before nipping at her clit.
“Should I stop?” I ask her, her lust filled dilated eyes searing into mine.
“Stop and you die,” she mutters, threading her hands in my hair, grasping onto the ends for dear life when I pull the tiny triangle aside and take a long, slow swipe of my tongue along her pussy. When my lips close around her clit, the soft sigh-like mewl that leaves her mouth almost gets us caught.
“Quiet Emery,” I mumble against her pussy as I begin to devour her. I suck her clit into my mouth, eating her like the starved man I am. When she lets out another moan, I pull her leg from my shoulder and lay her down on the floor, then shove two fingers inside her mouth and demand her to “suck.”
She starts to argue, but I raise my eyebrow, telling her to only defy me… if she wants me to be done eating her pussy. She rolls her eyes, but she also opens her mouth, allowing my fingers to slide against her velvet tongue.
