Locke (Rosewood High #0.5) - Tracy Lorraine Page 0,13
display, and the huge bulge in his sweats more than obvious.
I do that to him. Me. The annoying little sister I always thought he hated.
“Y- yes,” I admit.
“I don’t fucking deserve this.”
“Says who?”
“A lot of people. Most of which I hope you never meet,” he says with a laugh. “Now, where were we?” He shimmies down my body a little, dropping sweet kisses down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my skirt. I expect him to undo the button and pull it down my legs, but when I lift my hips he just pushes it up.
“Fuck,” he groans, staring down at my white lace panties. “Could you be any more perfect?”
“I don’t know. I guess you’d better find out.” The words shock me. I thought I’d be nervous in this situation, but being here with Emerson, I’m totally relaxed about what’s about to happen. There’s only excitement, with maybe a little apprehension. But I’m not at all scared or worried about what’s to come. I already know he’s going to treat me right.
His fingers brush the outside of my thighs before they wrap around the thin sides of my panties and tug.
Nerves shoot up my spine, but the moment he parts my knees, looks down at my core and licks his lips, I forget about my lack of experience and just focus on the hands-on lesson I’m about to get.
“Jesus, I want to taste you so fucking bad.” His voice is rough and deep and it pulls at things inside me I didn’t know existed.
“Do it.”
I’ve barely got the words out, and he’s flat on his belly, sliding his hands under my ass and teasing at my folds with the tip of his tongue.
“Emerson. Fuck. Shit.”
“Oh, baby. That’s nothing yet.” His voice vibrates through, making my pussy flutter with need.
“Oh fuck,” I squeal as he flattens his tongue against my clit. He teases, circles, nips, and sucks, and it drives me fucking crazy. My hips lift in my need for more, but he never lets up. Not once.
When I feel like my body is about to shatter into a million pieces, he slows his pace, drops a little lower and gently pushes his tongue inside.
“Oh. Oh. Oh,” I chant as he slowly circles before heading back for my clit. Only a moment later, his hand leaves my ass and his fingers push inside me. The feeling of him is incredible. My pussy convulses as it tries to suck him in deeper.
“Oh, that’s so hot, baby. I can’t wait until you’re dragging my cock in like that.”
The image of him moving inside me is the last piece of the puzzle I needed to push me over the edge.
“Emerson,” I cry as lights flash behind my eyes and my body takes on a life of its own as I thrash about completely consumed by pleasure.
When I come back to myself, I find him sitting between my legs with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Proud of yourself?”
“You have no fucking idea, baby.”
He looms over me, slips his hand under the back of my neck, and fixes his lips over mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and the taste of myself on his tongue mixes with his own and sends aftershocks of pleasure through my body.
“See how sweet you taste?”
All I can do is smile. It seems like it might now be a permanent fixture on my face. It certainly will be if he plans on doing that to me often.
“Here,” he says, passing me my discarded clothing. “We should get back.”
“Uh… what?”
“We don’t want Levi to come looking for us.”
I glance down at my mostly naked body and realize he’s probably right.
“But…” My eyes drop to his tented sweats.
“We’ve got all the time in the world, baby. This was about you.”
My heart swells. “Have you always been this sweet guy?”
“I hide him well.”
“You don’t say. I thought you were a bit of a dick.”
“I thought you had the hots for me,” he jokes.
“Don’t you know what they say about the bad boys?” I ask, my eyebrows wiggling.
“Yeah, they give the best orgasms.”
I bark out a laugh. “God, I was right about one thing.”
His eyebrow lifts.
“Your ego knows no bounds.”
“Baby, when you squeal like that, how could it not?”
I sigh.
“Don’t pout, it doesn’t suit you.”
“I feel bad.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t get to return the favor.”
“See, this is why I love you. I—” His eyes go wide as he realizes what he just said. “I mean… uh…”
Sitting myself up, I wrap my hands