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I imagine her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling, her pink pussy strangling my cock inch by inch. I wonder briefly if she would beg me to take her, or if she would just pull me closer, using her body instead of words.
I think about how willing she was last night and how I could have had her then. I tighten my grip further at the thought, imagine her mouth around my cock, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucks me, milking the cum out of my dick. I know my thoughts are wrong and filthy, but I can’t help it, I want her so fucking bad.
With a final stroke and a loud growl that bounces off the bathroom walls, I come like I’ve never come before. Ropes of sticky cum shoot out of my cock and onto the tiled fall, mixing with the water as it swirls down the drain.
“Christ…” I mutter as I come down from the most mind-blowing, toe tingling orgasm I’ve ever given myself. If this is what it feels like to jerk off with Emerson in my mind, then fuck me, having actual sex with her must be some kind of religious experience.
Chapter Twelve
Emerson
By the time the bathroom door swings open, I’m already sitting upright in the bed. The blanket clutched to my chest, with my heart racing inside of it. That growl… it was animalistic, deep, possessive, and it reached something inside of me when I heard it.
I chew on my bottom lip. Was his intention for me to hear him? I might be inexperienced, but I’m not stupid. I know what he was doing to himself in there. A man doesn’t make sounds like that for no reason.
As soon as he enters the room, his eyes find mine and I know instantly that he didn’t mean for me to hear him. I should be embarrassed, laughing, scared, but I’m not any of those things. Not even close. He stops mid-step, keeping a few feet of distance between us.
“I thought you were asleep,” he mutters, his eyes dropping to the floor as if he’s ashamed or something. I never thought I would see the day that cocky Clark was embarrassed to be caught in the act.
My mouth pops open, I’m about to say something, but the words get lodged in my throat when my eyes rake over the rest of his body. Fresh from the shower he’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his hair is still wet, water droplets falling off of it and onto his tan skin. I follow the drops as they slide down his shoulders, over his chest, down to his chiseled abs and…
“Em?” Clark calls my name, gathering my attention.
“Huh? Yeah?” I answer, the burning in my cheeks is almost immediate.
As if he doesn’t know it already, he decides to embarrass me further. “Were you checking me out?” Suddenly my mouth feels dry like I swallowed a bucket full of sand and filled it with cotton balls right afterward.
“N…no…” I lie, blinking slowly. Clark smirks boyishly before running a hand down the front of his body, flaunting the perfect chiseled muscles.
“You mean to tell me you weren’t looking at all of this?” Okay, now he’s getting cocky. Maybe Vance was right Clark’s head is big enough, no need to boost his ego further.
“Yeah, yeah, you have a body cut from stone. So what?” I shrug, trying to hide how much he actually affects me. This is so new for me, the flirting, the kissing, the warmth in my belly at the sight of him.
“Emerson, are you flirting with me?” he coaxes, raising one eyebrow playfully.
Feeling extremely brave, I answer, “What if I am?”
His smile fades as he walks over to my side of the bed. “Do you still want to do what you asked me last night?” Do I? If there was anyone I could choose, it would be Clark. No one makes me feel like he does, no one understands me, will listen, and care.
“Yes,” I somehow muster to say.
God, I want to, I want to so bad.
Slowly he climbs onto the bed and reaches for the edge of the blanket. Knowing it’s my security blanket, just another layer he has to peel back, he pulls it from my grasp.
“If you change your mind at any time, just say the word and I’ll stop,” he tells me, his voice taking on a tone that I’ve never heard before. It’s low and sensual, stoking a fire inside of me. I half expect myself to start freaking out at any second, but there isn’t a single ounce of fear or anxiety coursing through me at this moment.
It’s as if I’m cured, feeling something other than those two motions for the first time since I can remember.
“Okay…” I confirm, nodding my head for him to continue. I trust Clark, he won’t hurt me or take advantage of me. He’s doing this to help me, to help me overcome my fear. I don’t dare tell myself it’s because we’re both attracted to each other, because we both want this… no, because then that would mean something entirely.
