Stolen Course(38)

TWO HOURS. Two. Fucking. Hours. That is how long Emma has been ‘punishing’ me for. It hasn’t really been punishment at all, but she has definitely been making sure that it’s been torture. I’ve had fun hanging out with everyone, but Emma’s gently stroking my cock under the table has made it virtually unbearable.

Brett and I apparently have the same plans for the end of the evening, because the minute a round of shots that Kara sent over from the bar arrived, we both ordered a table full of food. Tipsy sex with your girl is fucking hot, but there is a fine line between tipsy and hammered. I need a replay of last night with Emma, but I have to keep her sober enough to get it.

“Eat,” I say, pushing some fries into her face.

“No. I’m full. Leave me alone. I’m not drunk, Caleb.” She bats my hands away.

“Good. Stay that way. You need to eat, Emmy. I have big plans for tonight, and none of them involve you passing out on the drive back.”

“Oh yeah? What are these plans of yours?” she asks.

I glance up at Jesse and Brett across the table. They are quietly talking, and by the slight blush on Jesse’s cheek, I can tell that they are carrying on a secret sexy conversation of their own. I’m ready to go, and now is my chance to make sure Emma is ready too.

“You want to know my plan?”

She bites her bottom lip and nods enthusiastically.

“Okay, but if I tell you this, it’s only good if we leave right this very second. Even a minute longer and the plan is void.”

“Oh! I like the sound of this. I really want to see if Kara hooks up with that bartender, so you better make this a good plan.”

“Oh it’s good! See, I’m greedy, Emmy. I’m going to make that tight cunt of yours come on my hand, my mouth, and my cock tonight. I want it all.” I pause for a second as her breath catches. “So my plan is to get in my truck and peel those tight-ass pants off you. Normally, I would want to watch you come, but I’m in a rush to get you home tonight. So as we drive back to my place, I want you riding my hand. I only need one to drive.” I place a damp kiss to her neck. “You only get one in the truck though. That’s all I’m willing to sacrifice. I loved the way you tasted when I licked my fingers last night. I haven’t been able to think about anything else today.” I lean in close and whisper even more quietly, “Tonight, you’re coming on my mouth. I’m going to lick that pussy until you can’t come anymore. Then, and only then, will I slam into you, nice and rough, giving you one last impossible orgasm. It’s going to be hard…fast…and deep. That’s my plan, sweetheart.”

“That’s a really good plan,” she breathes with need building in her eyes.

“I thought so.” I lick my lips and give her a sexy wink.

“Well, I think it’s time Caleb and I call it a night,” she announces, jumping up from the booth to collect her purse.

“Here.” I hand her my keys. “You go ahead to the truck. I’ll get the bill and meet you out there. You should probably get ready while you wait.” I glance down to her pants.

“Okay, but hurry up or I might have to start without you.” She snatches the keys. “Night, y’all. Jesse, text me Kara’s number when you have a chance. Maybe we can all get together for lunch next week.”

“Sounds good. Goodnight, Emma.”

She waves over her shoulder as she heads to the door. Just as she breezes past me, she quietly warns, “Two minutes.”

I search the bar for our waitress but quickly give up. I pull out my wallet and toss a stack of cash on the table. It’s way more than enough for whatever we had and anything Emma could have possibly ordered before I got there.

“Let me know if that doesn’t cover it,” I tell Brett as I turn and head to the door.

“Night, butternut!” Kara calls across the bar.

I flash her a quick smile but keep moving toward the door.

When I reach the truck, I can see Emma calmly sitting in the passenger’s seat, and my dick instantly goes rigid. I yank open the door and my eyes flash to her naked legs. Fuck, I love this woman. Or at least my cock does.

“That’s a good look for you,” I say, climbing in.

I openly stare for a minute. How could I not? Emma sitting naked from the waist down is enough to make lesser men cry. Hell, it’s more than enough to steal my breath.

“I thought you’d approve.”

She slips the cup holder up, converting the front into a bench seat. I watch as her glistening pussy slides across the leather, and I silently vow to never wash it again. She crushes into my side as her mouth finds mine. It’s been twenty-four fucking hours since I was last inside her, but my kiss is desperate. This woman is going to ruin me.