Buyer’s Market(14)

Ethan laughs, a sound without a smile. The laugh doesn’t meet his eyes, there’s no joy in that laugh. Pain. More cryptic memories dredged up from the past. He steps closer to me, dropping the lock of hair and brushing his fingers against my jawline. “Perhaps we can be friends,” he says in a low, sensual voice.

My pussy is on fire right now. The ache of my nipples is vicious, harsh against the fabric. If I stepped just a breath closer, I’d be brushing them against him. The idea is so tantalizing that I hope that large breath I suck in will do the dirty work for me. “I know what you really mean. I like your games…but that’s not what I want to play right now,” I say, surprising myself.

Then again, I may be a virgin and I may not be a social butterfly, but I'm damned ambitious. I go after what I want, and I go after it hard.

I step closer to him, deleting the space between us to feel his hardness press against me, for my nipples to brush against the firm wall of his chest. I gasp, my heart plummeting to my stomach at the sensation of further contact. “I want you,” I say. It's somehow the filthiest, best sentence I've ever uttered. I hear wings and velvet behind my mind, the sound of clothes dropping and lips making contact. If Ethan doesn’t kiss me, I will kiss him.

The idea of kissing Ethan, pouring all this need bubbling and boiling inside me into him, makes me ache. I stand on my tiptoes, my hand touching his where it lingers on my face. I pull his fingers to my lips, kissing the fingertips, and then I press my lips to his bottom lip. Then I sweep my lips over Ethan’s upper lip, and I finally close my lips over his, taking his mouth as mine.

But whatever passion I have is exponentially multiplied in his movements. First Ethan traps my head in his hands and kisses me so fervently that my feet drop to the ground. I’m pressed helplessly against him. I can’t breathe, and I inhale him, our lips dancing together, tongues against tongues. His claiming kiss, his possessive hold, makes my brain melt in the fire erupting over my skin.

Never did I think a kiss could so utterly capture me and draw out every ounce of pleasure in my body like this one has. My pulse is fast, the needle of the pace ready to crack glass inside me. Because I’m shattered at Ethan’s kiss. One of his hands drops down to dip under my shirt. His fingers against the small of my back make me shiver with need.

“Emmaline, fuck,” Ethan says in a low, dangerous voice. I can feel the heat of the moment pulling us into something wicked. The spiraling, pooling vortex of heat sucking us in makes the air crackle with the raw lust, and I know there’s no stopping this now.

His mouth is on my neck, and I pull him close in my arms, moaning at his every touch. I feel him bring his lips lower, sliding into my shirt, under my bra strap. Every little invasion with and pressing of his lips to my skin makes the pressure inside my stomach even more intense. It builds low in my belly and feels like a hot river of lust sliding down my pussy. I ache for him. It literally hurts, I need him so bad, and I cry out when his teeth contact my skin. “I need you so much,” I whimper. “Please, please,” I groan.





Ethan





Emmaline is begging me, and she has no clue how much she’s waking the beast within me. I’m charming when I need to be, and that’s who I’ve been now. I told myself I’d resist her.

Not a fucking chance.

Emmaline is mine now.

I press my hands up into her shirt and move them up to squeeze the cups of her breasts. She’s melting in my hands, whimpering for me. She can’t know what this does to me. I’m not going to be able to stop if I start to take her the way I want to.

I can’t fuck this girl. I won’t.

But I have to taste her.

I kiss her deeply, feeling her yield to me. My cock is so hard, pressed between us and feeling her soft little body all over me. The scent of her fills the air and consumes me, deleting my every resistance.

There’s no resistance in Emmaline. She craves me as much as I crave her, and that’s a volatile combination. One I can’t wait to feel.

I move my lips to her neck, dipping my hands down to her pants and undoing them. Before she gets a different idea, I lay her against my desk and pull off her pants and press my face between her thighs.

I expect some degree of resistance. My face is right at her pussy now and I look up into her eyes, and my cock is harder than a fucking diamond when I see that look in her eyes.

Hunger, lust, desire, all directed at me. I want to give her everything she wants, and I don’t think she even knows exactly what she wants from me. I feel that the trepidation in the air has nothing to do with me.

Poor Emmaline’s never had a real man before, and I’m about to show her what that’s like.