Page 77 of Blitzing Emily

He hauled his mouth off hers long enough to say, “Uh-uh. Ladies first.”

“We don’t have a condom,” she gasped out.

“I can think of lots of things to do without one, sugar.”

He licked down the side of her neck, nibbling at her collarbone. His hand slid over her belly and onward. He tangled his fingers in the curls between her legs, slipping through the wetness there. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing the hardened flesh with his tongue as he rubbed between her legs. Her breathing accelerated.

“I’m going to come,” she murmured.

His voice was low and dark. “Not quite yet.” He dropped to his knees, his hands moving her legs apart slowly.

Her universe shrank to the size of Brandon’s double shower, his hands holding her hips, his mouth on her, his tongue moving slowly over her clit. She couldn’t be quiet if her life depended on it. She pulled one hand out of his hair, and clapped it over her mouth. James didn’t like it when she made noise. Maybe Brandon wouldn’t, either.

He took his mouth off her for a moment. “What’s wrong?”

“The—the noise,” she said through her hand.

“You get as noisy as you want. Don’t hold back.”

“You like it?”

“Hell, yeah. I love it,” he said.

Emily braced a hand against his shoulder; her knees weren’t doing a great job of holding her up right now. His tongue darted and slipped over the small button between her legs that sent shockwaves of arousal skittering over her skin. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder to offer better access, and slid two fingers inside her, mimicking the movement of his tongue.

“Oh, God. Oh, please. Don’t stop,” she said.

She felt the familiar sensations of an oncoming orgasm—the feeling of being flung outside of herself, the shocks that started at her fingertips and toes and raced through her body, the noises she made in time with the thrusting of his fingers inside of her. He braced her with one hand on her hip and did something with his tongue she couldn’t describe to anyone else, and it sent her over the edge. She let out a scream.

The orgasm went on and on, racing through her like an electrical current, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling. Fireworks went off behind her eyelids. She sagged against the shower wall.

He rested his cheek against her belly for a moment. He licked drops of water out of her belly button. Finally, he got to his feet and pulled her into his arms again.

She tried to catch her breath. “That was amazing.”

“I got you clean, sugar. Now I’m going to get you nice and dirty,” he said into her ear.

His voice sizzled against every nerve ending in her body. She loved his hands, his mouth, his body, but his voice almost sent her over the edge by itself.

He reached behind him and shut off the shower. Steam warmed them while they nestled in each other’s arms.

“You okay?” he said.

She let out a contented sigh. “I feel incredible.” She kissed one of his flat nipples. “It’s your turn.”

Seconds later, the sweet intimacy of their naked embrace was broken by what sounded like a herd of elephants stampeding up the front walk of Brandon’s house. The front door opened with a bang.

“McKenna?” a male voice yelled out. “Honey, I’m home.”

“Get your ass out here. Where the hell did you go?” another guy shouted.

“Don’t tell me he’s already asleep for the night. What a pussy.” This comment brought laughter she could hear from behind the closed bedroom door.

“I’m going to kill those ass— dirtbags.” Brandon pulled Emily out of the shower. He grabbed a towel off the rack, wrapped her in it, and snatched one off for himself. “I’ll be back.” He strode out of the bathroom, securing the towel around his waist.

Emily dried herself while she heard him shouting above what sounded like a houseful of men talking and laughing.

“What. The. Fuck. Don’t you ladies have a party across the street? This isn’t the Holiday Inn. Why are you here?”

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