heated look in her crystal-blue eyes is enough to make my dick throb with need. Fuck I want her.
Emory is still fully dressed in the shit-hot outfit she wore to lunch, and I’m completely naked apart from my glasses and socks. I feel exposed in the best possible way as her gaze rakes over my body with lust and appreciation.
“You like?” I ask, gliding a palm down my stomach.
She nods. “Very much,” she purrs, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
I sit, snatching her lip free with my thumb, then I tug her back on top of me. My hands dive into her wild red hair, and I haul her mouth to mine, sliding my tongue inside when she moans for me.
One of her hands disappears between us, then she’s gripping my dick, and I can’t think straight. “Fuuuuck, Emory,” I groan as she strokes me.
“I was thinking a little reenactment would be fun,” she says, a teasing smile on her kiss-swollen lips. “But this time, it will be my hands and my mouth on you instead of your imagination.”
With one more sensual kiss, she pulls away and moves to kneel between my thighs. Her eyes meet mine as her tongue peeks out then laps at the crown of my dick, licking up the precum there. She closes her eyes for a beat and moans like she’s savoring my taste.
Holy. Fuck.
Her eyes sparkle when they flash open again, and she takes me to the back of her throat just like she said she would on our video chat. I try like hell to keep my eyes on hers as her head bobs up and down, the suction just right. But it feels too good, looks too good. If I keep watching, I’m going to blow before I’m ready.
Reluctantly, I sever our gaze and drop my head back on the pillow and grit my teeth as my fingers find their way back into her hair. I let her take the lead, relishing the feel of her warm, wet mouth engulfing my dick, then she palms my balls.
“Yes, baby,” I groan. “Just like that.”
Her fingers trail farther back, rubbing that magic spot between my balls and my ass, and my whole body locks up as pleasure sweeps through me. “Going to come,” I warn, but she doesn’t let up. If anything, she increases her efforts. My toes curl, and I can’t stop my hips from thrusting up into her mouth, and I come so fucking hard black dots appear in my vision.
Emory slides up beside me, resting her head on my shoulder, and I curl my arm around her body, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Best blow job ever,” I murmur into her hair.
She chuckles. “Better than you imagined?”
“Fuck yes.”
I feel her smile as she snuggles closer, then she presses a soft kiss to my collarbone. “Good.”
We’re kicked back on the couch, watching old episodes of Lucifer and eating pizza when the door to the apartment opens, and Kinsley walks in, a tall guy on her heels. She eyes us warily. “I’m not interrupting something again, am I?”
I chuckle, and Emory shakes her head. “Nope, the fun stuff’s over.” She winks, and her roomie blushes.
The guy follows her into the kitchen where she calls out, “You guys want a drink?”
“Wine please,” Emory answers then turns to face me. “You want anything?”
Looking over the couch to Kinsley in the kitchen, I say, “I’ll take a beer if you’ve got it.”
She smiles and nods, turning to the fridge to retrieve the drinks. Two minutes later, she and her guy friend join us in the lounge area, hand us our beverages, then make themselves comfortable.
“Oh, I should do the introductions,” Emory says then takes a quick sip of her wine before gesturing between me and the other guy. “Sebastian, Atticus. Atticus, Sebastian.”
I lift my chin in greeting. “Hey, man. Nice to meet you.”
He nods, wrapping an arm around Kinsley, making his claim perfectly clear. Like it wasn’t already by the way his gaze hasn’t left her since they entered the room. “Hi,” he says. “Are you the author?”
“That’d be me.” I grin and take a swig of my beer.
“How’s the write-up going?” he asks Emory.
That’s probably something I should have asked her since we’ve been chatting and hanging out for a while now. I’d almost forgotten about the review. “Yeah,” I say, tipping my chin to look at her. “How’s that going?”
She shakes her head at me then turns her attention back to Atticus. “Great,