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Thisisaterribleidea, but the alcohol flowing through my veins tells me otherwise as I wrap my legs around Emmett’s waist.
I was supposed to be lying in a cozy bed, listening to the ocean waves outside my room, while my husband rubbed my feet before having me cry out his name. Clearly, that’s not what I’m doing because my husband’s name would’ve been Michael, not Emmett — and Michael is most definitely not my brother’s best friend.
Two days. That’s how long ago what should’ve been the best day of my life quickly turned into the worst, and how do I handle that? By getting drunk the first chance I get and flirting with the one man that’s always been off-limits to me. He’s also the guy who barely pays me any attention.
I really know how to pick them.
I’m not sure what sucks more — knowing that it took me getting drunk to feel the softness of Emmett’s lips, or catching my now ex french kissing one of my closest friends moments before I was supposed to walk down the aisle. When I pull away from Emmett and stare into his hungry gaze, I choose to go with the first option because damn if I don’t love the way he’s looking at me right now.
Emmett’s thick curls are falling into his eyes, but that does nothing to hide the bright blue of them and I’m a puddle just from the color alone. He grips my ass and carries me through his house, depositing me swiftly onto the bed with a smirk before pushing my thighs wide open.
This is what I desperately needed to chase away the embarrassment of what happened to me, but did it have to be him? God, Dominic would kill me if he ever found out about this. Thank goodness there’s a one-night stand rule where you never speak of it again because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
My breath hitches when Emmett pulls my panties down my leg and buries his face between my thighs, not bothering to give me a moment to prepare myself and my eyes roll into the back of my head as he presses his tongue against my clit. I’ve spent most of the night eyeing him from afar, wondering what he would do if I were in his bed, but I did not think I’d be finding out.
His hands are rough against my skin as he sinks his fingers into my thighs, trying to spread them further apart, and I moan at the movement. There’s a million lightning bolts striking my body with each flick of his tongue over my swollen bud and my vision blurs as my release bursts out of me.
I’ve never come so fast in my entire life and it doesn’t stop there, I gasp as he pushes a finger into me slowly and I grind my hips into his hand to chase another release. Of course this beautiful and irritating man can make me feel better than any other has ever made me feel.
I let the moment take hold of me and it pulls me somewhere I’ve never been before. My mouth opens with a loud moan and this only makes him thrust his finger hard into me and I gasp when he adds another, my pussy clenching around his thick digits immediately. Another orgasm is creeping its way to the surface, threatening to consume me in the best way, and it only pushes me further to the edge when Emmett brushes his tongue over my sensitive skin again.
“Fuck,” I grind out, my hips searching for more even though he’s giving me all he’s got – or so I thought. As soon as the word leaves my mouth, his fingers set an even more punishing rhythm, his tongue in sync with his fingers, and that’s all it takes for another orgasm to come crashing around me.
I’m not sure how much more I can take.
He stands straight, ripping the clothes off his body in record time, and I watch with heated eyes as he strokes his dick in front of me. That monstrosity is going to tear me in half, but I can’t bring myself to care right now. Not when the alcohol is in control and the only thing I can think about is having him inside of me.
I’ll regret this in the morning no doubt.
My mind fogs the moment he pushes himself into my entrance, sliding easily inside of me, and I gasp at the fullness of him. Is this a dream? It has to be. There’s no way this is happening to me right now. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he thrusts into me as if he can’t wait any longer.
“You’re so tight,” he mutters, thrusting his hips into me. “So perfect.”
I bring my legs around his waist, forcing him to push further into me, all the way to the hilt, and my breath hitches. We stay like this for a few moments, taking in the feeling, and stare into each other’s eyes. There’s something in his gaze that I’ve never seen before, an emotion I can’t quite place, but it’s enough to have me rolling my hips against him.
He halts my movements and pulls out, only to slam back into me with so much force I can’t catch my breath. A smirk forms on his face and he says, “Is that what you want?” Another hard thrust, the movement pushing me back on the mattress, and I’m struggling to breathe.
When I finally catch it the only thing I can say is, “Fuck,yes.”
That only causes him to slam into me more, our skin slapping together in perfect harmony, and my belly tingles with an oncoming release. There’s barely a hint of sweat on him, so I know this is far from over, and I’m already exhausted from the first two he coaxed from me.
“I didn’t hear you,” he mutters before slamming into me again.
“Yes!”
“Good girl.”
How is it possible that words are making my pleasure increase to extremes I’ve never felt before? I’ve spent plenty of time pleasuring myself, especially since Michael only ever cared about getting himself off, and even I can’t bring out an orgasm this big. It’s criminal to be this good.
When I glance at him, I finally see a bead of sweat dripping down his chest, the drop falling onto my stomach, and he swipes his thumb over it. His hands fall to my hips, gripping them to the point of bruising, and the idea of him leaving his mark on me has my release pushing to the edge.
“That’s it,” Emmett mutters. “Let it out, baby. Scream for me.” My body shudders at his words, and he smirks, a dimple poking out on his cheek. “That’s right. God, you feel like fucking heaven.”
And that’s all I needed.
Words.
“Emmett,fuck,” I moan, my voice growing hoarse from the cries escaping my throat. “Yes!” Somehow, his pace becomes more aggressive, and then his hips are jerking into me as he finds his own release. Grunting as he spills himself inside of me.
