I knew it would take time. It was always hard for those who liked being in control, and Emma had dominance in her. Not a lot, but I could tell it was there. If I let her have control right then, she’d probably tell me to fuck her right there and if I wasn’t a fucked-up mess, then I probably would.
Rolling two fingers around her clit, I brought my other hand up to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. She moaned in approval and bucked her hips against me. I knew she was close by her breathing and deep moans. The body couldn’t help but move on its own accord, seeking the promised pleasure, the release, the rush which would last mere moments, but would feel so fucking fantastic.
I moved my hand away from her breast and brought it up to her throat; gently pushing her head back to rest on my chest. I could feel the rapid beating of her heart and I squeezed just a little as I brought my lips down to her ear once again.
“I’m not the ever after you’re looking for, Emma,” I breathed heavily in her ear. “I’m your one-night stand.” I rubbed harder and faster against her clit, squeezing just a little bit more around her throat. “I’m no good for you,” I groaned as I rocked my cock into her back. “I will ruin you,” I said as she finally released. I loosened the hold around her neck and she rode out her orgasm as she continued to grind against my hand, letting out long, soft moans.
I retracted my hand from her panties and grasped her hips with both hands, just in case her legs were to give out.
She rested her cheek against the cold glass, catching her breath before she finally pushed herself away and turned to look at me. Her eyes were hazed and full of lust.
Then she gave me a sexy little grin. “Ruin me then.”
Chapter 12
Emmalynn
I was still trying to calm my racing heart when Mason walked away from me and headed to a room off to the left.
That had to have been the most erotic thing I’d ever done in my life, and I’d loved every minute of it. No one had ever made me feel that way. I lifted my hand up to my throat and closed my eyes. I knew there were women who were into crazy sex games and dominance, but I never thought I’d be one to like it. Just having his hand around my throat and his deep, sexy voice in my ear sent me over the edge. Even thinking about it now is turning me on again.
Mason stopped at the entranceway of the room and opened the door before turning to look at me.
“Before we go any further, we need to discuss a few things.” He walked through the door and left me there with a confused look on my face.
That didn’t sound good. I started walking toward the door. He could want to talk about so many things and it made my mind whirl.
I went into this fully aware of what I might’ve been getting myself into. I needed it. A night of being wanted, a night with no cares, just feeling.
After the afternoon I’d had, I just wanted to get lost in another man’s arms.
Tim had called me earlier in the day. I was going to ignore the call, but my curiosity had gotten the best of me and I’d answered it. I should have ignored the damn thing. I had no idea what he was doing home in the middle of the day, but he’d called me to tell me I had a box of things waiting to be picked up and he’d rather me do it sooner rather than later. I’d asked him to just ship it to me, but he’d stated that if I didn’t pick it up, he’d trash it all. He was being a prick, a side of him he’d never shown to me until that point. I had no idea why he was treating me so horribly, but I wanted to get it over with and out of my life, so I’d went over there after my last class.
I had the idea to call Becky or Victoria before I’d headed over there, just so I’d have some support, but decided against it. That was stupid on my part. I should have called reinforcements. I arrived to the apartment to find Stacey there along with all of her shit.
I knew then why I needed to come get my things so quickly.
The whole situation was humiliating, and having her there looking at me like I was a piece of shit on the sidewalk was the icing on the cake.
She kicked a box to me and walked off as Tim came from the kitchen. I wanted to say so many things, but I wasn’t that person. I didn’t start confrontations. Victoria was the one who could come up with something to say. I, on the other hand, was horribly bad at it. I could call her a slut, but then if she retaliated I would have no idea what else to say. It just wasn’t me. But oh, the battle I was having in my head. I wanted her to get hit by a bus.
“That’s all your stuff,” Tim said, pointing at the box. It was a medium-sized box filled with pictures and some of my old school things. Probably items of no importance that could have been tossed, but I’d honestly rather him call me so I could look through it then have him throw it away. So, yes, I was glad he’d called me to come get it; I just wished he didn’t have to shove the bitch in my face. But who was I kidding. He was an asshole and she was a bitch, so they were perfect for each other.