Page 21 of Grand Slam

Emerson smiles, her hands combing through my hair before tugging me back to her. “Kissing is good,” she whispers against my lips. “Kissing is so good.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Emerson

Choosingto let go of the what-ifs and doubts I’ve had, I simply feel. I give in to the need I’ve felt since he pulled up at the house that will soon be his. The desire I’ve had for him since as far back as I can remember. I’ve always been the girl that has had a thing for her best friend’s older brother.

I’ve always felt that pull.

When his fingertips dip below the hem of my nightshirt, I reach down and do the work for him. Grabbing ahold of it, I lift, pulling it up and over my head, tossing it to the floor.

Instantly he moves, covering my nipple with his lips and my back arches. “You are so beautiful.” His warm breath tickles my stomach as he moves lower, kissing along the way.

Hooking his fingers under the sides of my shorts he begins to drag them down and I lift, making it easier for him. Kelton takes his time, teasing me, tasting me everywhere but where I need him most.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispers and I’m not sure if I’m meant to hear it or if it is more for himself. But before I get the chance to comment on it, he leans in and skims his tongue over me, sucking my clit into his mouth. And I am gone!

All logic, all doubts, any worries or fears flee, right out the damn window.

“Sweet,” he adds in more of a gruff growl. “Tastes so fucking sweet.” And as if he wants to kill me with pleasure, he turns, eating me with complete and total devotion.

My head is spinning, my legs tremble, and I grip the sheets tight.

When he presses one hand to my thigh and the other he drapes over my waist like he is holding me in place, I know I’m in trouble.

“Don’t fight it.” He releases my leg, using his thumb to tease my entrance. Moving in once more he wastes no time driving me over the edge.

“Oh God!” I quickly cover my mouth with my hand and look toward the bedroom door suddenly remembering that we are not here alone. I imagine Liz being woken up by me screaming so I bite my lip to hold back.

But when I feel him slide a finger inside and start slowly pumping, I grab a pillow and bury my face into the softness. I am quaking, my body shivering as he continues the most pleasurable torture of my life.

“Let go,” he chases. It is muffled but I can hear him and it’s exactly what I do. My back arches, he holds me tighter and I ignite.

Tremors rip through my body, my toes curl into the sheet and he keeps going, not giving me a second to come down.

I swear I hear him growl and when I see white blotches from squeezing my eyes so tightly I blink, trying my best to see him clearly. Nothing has ever turned me on more than seeing Kelton, looking up at me, still lightly dragging his tongue over me, smirking because he knows he just blew my mind.

Climbing up he kisses over my chest and neck, licking my earlobe. “You look so fucking hot when you come.” And I’m done. Kelton, he’s dirty. He took his time with me the first time we were together, but this time, I think he had something to prove.

I blame it on the conversation Liz and I had about Jerry.

He grabs something from his nightstand, bringing it to his mouth and tearing it open. A new box of condoms, as they spill out all around us. I giggle and he shrugs, locating one in the darkened room.

I watch in awe as he pushes down the front of his boxers to mid thigh. His erection stands proud as he balances and sheaths himself. Then he brings himself in closer to me once again.

I expect him to just go for it, but instead he slides the tip of his cock through my wetness, hitting my still sensitive clit with each stroke.

“I’ve dreamt of this,” he whispers near my ear, his hot breath heating my neck. “The idea of being inside of you again, feeling you squeeze me tight, it eats away at me.”

I wiggle as he continues to tease.

“The look on your face when I pushed inside of you the first time,” he bites my shoulder, shifting, and carefully pushing just the tip inside, “I’ll never forget that look. Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed, thought about it often,” he adds, going in a little deeper. “While I’m in the shower, alone, after a long day of practice.”

He’s talking about pleasuring himself to thoughts of me and I can’t help picture him as the water rolls over his naked body. His fist wrapped around him and he pumps. Kelton, with his head thrown back, whispering my name.

“Fuck me,” I say, lifting my hips to meet him. “Please.” I don’t care if I am begging. I feel so needy and desperate for more. God I need him.

“Say it again,” he teases me, and I know he’ll continue to unless I give him what he needs.

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