Her eyes narrow and I can feel the heat from her gaze. I can't tell if it's sexual or anger based but either way, I think I finally crossed a line.
"Does that work on every girl you try and sleep with?" Her voice is raw.
"Normally other women don't make me work so hard."
She laughs dryly. "Oh my god. Emmett. You're insane. Can your ego get any bigger?"
"No and my dick definitely can't either," I tell her, grabbing her hand and placing it against my crotch where I'm straining against the tuxedo pants.
She gasps but her hand still grips me, hard enough that my eyes fall closed, wanting, needing more of that delicious friction.
"You see what you're doing to me?" I whisper to her. "Why I have to work so hard?"
She clears her throat as I close the tiny gap between us. "You call spouting off lines from erotica as working hard? Please, I eat romance novels for breakfast, you're no different from the vapid dirty-talking alphas I read. I wouldn't be surprised if you had a Kindle highlighted with all the best lines to try."
If I wasn't so turned on and determined, I'd be laughing at that.
"Except that I'm real and I'm here, right now. Don't you think it's time you got fucked by someone who knows how?"
She couldn't look more unimpressed. "Why the hell do you think I'm not getting properly laid? That's mighty presumptuous of you."
"I can just tell."
"Oh yeah? Can you tell I'm about to walk away and leave you to deal with your massive erection on your own?"
And at that, she turns on her heel and starts walking away.
Damn. She wasn't joking.
Without thinking, I reach out and grab her arm, pulling her back and into me. One hand goes behind her head, the other around the small of her waist.
She looks at me with big blue eyes.
She knows what's about to happen.
The risk is if she likes it or not.
A risk worth taking.
I kiss her, hard enough that she gasps, breathless, my lips pressed flushed against hers until she yields, her mouth opening. She moans into me, my tongue sliding in sweet. God, she tastes like sugar and spice, better than I imagined.
My hand buries into her hair, tilting her head so I can kiss her with everything I have. I know I've been watching her all night, wanting her, wanting this, but I've never felt such a primal need until this moment. The urge to be inside her, deep, fucking deep, is all I can think about.
I hear the glass drop from her hand, bouncing on the carpet, while my tongue and lips work feverishly against her mouth, a searing, rhythmic kiss. I brush my hand over her breast until I feel her nipple harden underneath the material.
A groan escapes her lips which only deepens my drive. I pull the edge of the fabric aside until her breast pops out, her nipple rosy and stiff. I lower my head and suck it gently into my mouth before giving it a gentle bite.
"Oh god," she whimpers, her hands sinking into my hair and holding tight.
I smile against her tit then take my other hand and reach down her thigh until I'm gathering up the fabric until it's at her waist.
"I bet your pussy is just as wet as your mouth," I murmur to her, my breath hitching as I slide my hand between her soft thighs.
She makes a greedy little sound of surprise that deepens just as my fingers skirt over her pussy.
No underwear.
Wet as sin.
Christ, I think I've found heaven.
"You're ready to go," I tell her, as I quickly reach back into my pocket and pull out a condom. While I tear it open with my teeth, my other hand keeps rubbing her mercilessly before slipping two fingers deep inside her.
"Oh god," she says again, opening her eyes to look straight into mine. They're lazy with lust, sparking with fire. I'm going to make this so good for her.
Deftly, I take my cock out of my pants and slip the condom on just as she wraps her legs around my waist, digging her heels in.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This already feels too good.
I'm about to go into a frenzy.
I quickly push into her with one quick, brutal thrust that wrings all the air from my lungs.
She gasps, my mouth biting at her neck, my hand yanking at her neckline again, taking her nipple back in my mouth until she's writhing, moaning.
"Fuck," I groan, slamming her back against the lockers, my pumps becoming faster and faster, like I'm trying to impale her on the spot. We kiss and it's messy, teeth clacking against each other, lips and tongues trying in wild desperation to win.
"Emmett," she gasps and I think maybe I'm fucking her too hard. Her head is starting to slam back against the lockers, her nails are digging into my suit jacket.
But when I look at her, she gives me a look that ignites me.
Her wet mouth open, her blue eyes languid with lust.
"Fuck me harder," she says. Her voice is all sex.