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Dominic nudges me and chuckles. “You playing hard to get, bro?”
Not at all. There’s only one person I want to give my undivided attention to and it’s definitely not the woman in front of me, looking at me like I’m a damn snack she wants to devour.
No, the woman I want is currently wearing red lace and looking like the sexiest devil. I’m more than prepared to give her my soul by the end of the night if it’s what she desires. As long as it means keeping her legs wrapped around me all night, the scent of her pussy lingering in the air, while I move myself so deep inside her she has no choice but to rethink this little situation of hers.
I clear my throat and hike a thumb toward the bar. “Want a beer?”
“Sure,” Dominic says before turning his attention back to the other girl.
Peyton clears her throat and flutters her eyelashes. “I’ll have a Sex on the Beach.” I cringe at the wink she gives me and turn around without giving her a response. I pull my phone out when no one is surrounding me and look at the image of Casey again, leaving a reply this time.
Me: You’re the only choice I’m seeing tonight.
Chapter Seventeen
Casey
MytoescurlatEmmett’s response, which took a lot longer than I would’ve liked, but at least I got one. I was nervous to send him the picture, knowing my stomach is starting to show more with each passing day. As soon as he responded all those nerves scattered away and now I’m left with a dripping pussy while thinking about all the delicious things he could do to me tonight.
I’ll admit my blood is running hotter than usual as I think about all the women who are no doubt throwing themselves at Emmett, but at least I’m the one he’s going to come home to. His hands are going to be all over my body, not theirs, and that’s the only reason I haven’t charged out of the house and gone to the bar myself.
Dominic and Emmett need this night together anyway, especially since I’ve been taking up a lot of Emmett’s nights. I’m already feeling guilty enough that I still haven’t spilled the beans to my brother about Emmett being the baby’s father, I’d rather not feel even more guilty for keeping Emmett all to myself.
In the meantime, I’ll relax on the couch and binge Netflix shows. Lucifer seems fitting tonight, since I was trying to give a devil aesthetic with the red lingerie I have on. I’ve never felt such a need to do dirty things, not even with Michael, so it’s surprising that the only thing I can think about as I watch the screen is getting on my knees for Emmett.
I want to feel his fingers grip my hair while he’s thrusting himself in and out of my mouth, my throat tightening around his thick length. My pussy clenches with the thought and I can’t help but slide my hand over my stomach slowly, pushing my fingers beneath the lace fabric of my panties. I’m slick with the need for Emmett, my finger sliding easily over my clit that’s soaked with my arousal.
I’m looking forward to more of his touches, but this will have to be enough for now. The pleasure coursing through me isn’t nearly as heightened as when his fingers are on me and I whimper at the lack of them. What would he be doing if he were here right now? My mind goes back to the day when he made me come on the couch, knowing that Dominic could walk back through the door at any minute, and I let a moan escape my throat.
The voices on the TV are muffled as I imagine Emmett’s fingers in place of mine, rubbing over my clit exactly the way I like it, and I rock my hips into the touch. My legs are trembling, while my pleasure builds with each stroke of Emmett’s finger. He’d probably thrust one of his thick digits inside of me, forcing a gasp out of my mouth in the process, and it only sends my release that much closer to the edge. Each thrust is like a shot of euphoria going straight to my core, forcing my hips to buck uncontrollably as I cry into the empty room.
My forehead is damp with sweat as I sag against the couch, my eyes dropping closed for a brief moment.
I jump at the sound of knocking on the door and quickly grab the throw blanket hanging on the back of the couch, wrapping it tightly around me. I’m surprised to find Emmett standing there, breathing heavily as he looks me up and down with heat in his eyes. “Emmett, what are you doing here?”
He smirks while taking a tentative step inside, his arm snaking around my waist when he does. “I just knew I needed to be here when I couldn’t stop thinking about you in that sinful lingerie.” His hips push into me, his length poking my stomach through his jeans, and he growls out, “Do you feel what you do to me, Casey?”
Like an animal, he lifts his head high and inhales deeply, the action causing his eyes to dilate as he jerks his gaze back to mine. “What were you doing in here, all alone, Casey?”
My cheeks heat at his question and I glance toward the door. What if Dominic comes back home?
Emmett smirks, his fingers pressing gently against my throat and forcing my face to lift up until I’m looking in his eyes. “He won’t be back anytime soon. Now, is my little devil going to answer the question or do I need to get it out of you another way?”
My stomach rolls with desire, my legs feeling like Jello, but Emmett’s hold on me helps me keep my balance. “N-nothing,” I stutter.
He lets out a low chuckle while leaning closer to me. “So, if I spread you open on the couch right now I won’t taste evidence of an orgasm?”
“No,” I say breathlessly. He lifts me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me to the couch with quick steps, before depositing me at the edge of it. His hands come to my thighs, pushing my legs apart eagerly, and I throw my head back against the cushions as he stares at my exposed center.
“You’re soaked, little devil,” he grinds out, his finger sliding over my sensitive slit before it’s replaced by his tongue. I gasp at the contact. This is exactly what I needed. I glare at him when he pulls away. Emmett shakes his head slowly. “Liar.”
I smirk at him and shrug. “Devil’s lie.”
“God, you look so fucking beautiful with your legs spread, that lace hugging every bit of your curves.” His hand comes to my belly, resting there for a split second, and I tense at the touch. He narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t do that. This change in you is sexier than anything I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to watch your belly swell with our daughter.” He leans over me, his lips dangerously close to mine, as he says, “Now, show me how the devil works, baby.”
I’m slamming my lips into his, my release from before he showed up coating his tongue, and I moan against his mouth. He brings his hand to my throat, resting his fingers along my quickened pulse, and I suck in a breath. My hips rock against him on their own accord, seeking the friction my pussy desperately craves from him, and he smirks against me as I do. “That’s right, little devil. Take what you want from me.”
I lift up, enjoying the spark that flows through me as he follows my lead, then spin until he’s falling back onto the couch. His eyes light up, watching as I straddle him, and he brings his hands to my hips immediately. My panties are in the way again, so I push them to the side before guiding his cock into my entrance.
