Page 53 of Hat Trick
Letting go of her face, I place both of my hands beneath her ass and lift her off the ground. Her long legs wrap around my waist before I carry her inside the house. As tempted as I am to stay out here and fuck my girl beneath the stars, I don’t have a fence to block the view of my backyard. So, while hearing us have sex is one thing, nobody is going to see the way she’s about to fall apart for me.
The moment we’re inside, I quickly slide the patio door closed, followed by the curtains, all while Lil kisses along my jaw and neck. And when she nips at the skin just below my ear, I decide the dining room is far enough. I kick one of the chairs away with enough force that it goes flying across the room. Her eyes go wide, and she sucks in a breath before I place her on the table in front of me.
Grabbing her face with one hand, I reach up to my neck with the other, rubbing the spot she just bit to check for blood. Because she’s definitely done that before and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again, even thoughwe both know she likes to act like a brat to see what I’ll do next.
I pull my fingers from my neck and inspect them to find no trace of blood. But judging by the mischievous twinkle in her eye I knew that’s exactly what she was going for.
See. Brat.
“You know—” I lean down so my face is right in front of hers. Her jaw is still in my hold, and if I glance down, I can see the swell of her breasts as her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. “I was going to take this slow—was going to be gentle—but that’s not what you want? Is it, Sweetheart?”
The corners of her lips twitch. “No,” she answers breathlessly.
“Yeah. Didn’t fucking think so.” Her breath hitches and her expression changes from playful to desperate in the blink of an eye. Yeah. My girl may not take shit from anyone but she’ll gladly drop to her knees for me. As a matter of fact?—
I drop my hand from her face and take half a step back. Looking her dead in the eye, I command, “Take it out, Liliana.” She raises her brows in question but doesn’t move. So I repeat, “Get on your knees, and take out my cock.”
I watch as she clenches her teeth and tightens her thighs together. There’s always this moment, a split second after I tell her what to do, where she battles with herself. Her mind wants to argue, wants to give me attitude, and to tell me to go fuck myself. But there’s thestronger part of her, the one that loves when I speak to her this way, the one that has her dripping underneath that pretty dress at the thought of doing exactly what I say. And eventually, like it always does, the latter wins out, as she stands from the table and drops to her knees in front of me.
My cock is already painfully hard beneath my pants, so when she undoes the button and zipper and reaches into the front of my briefs, I immediately hiss at the contact. When she opens her pretty mouth, I find myself desperately wanting to sink inside of her, but the dominant side of me wantsmore. “Spit on it,” I tell her.
I watch with rapt attention as she purses her lips and lets a bead of spit land on the head. A deep groan builds in my chest at the sensation. Batting her hand away, I fist my cock. Using her spit as lube, I work my fist up and down my length.
Her eyes stay glued on the movement of my hand until a bead of precum leaks from the tip. She moans at the sight of it, and then… she licks her fucking lips. She licks her lips and I almost say, “Fuck it.” But I don’t. Because there’s one thing I want to hear her say first.
“See what you do to me, Lil? Do you see the power you have over me?” She drops back, so her ass is resting on her heels as she looks up at me, her green eyes glowing beneath her dark lashes. “Just looking at you has me wanting to come apart at the seams. There is never a minute of the day where I find myself not wanting you.”
More precum leaks from the head of my cock, and Iwatch as she squirms in her spot. Likely trying to dull the ache between her legs. It only spurs me on further. Here goes nothing. “I want you.Always. Tell me you want this, Sweetheart.” Her breathing quickens as she realizes the weight of my words. Because I’m not just talking about this moment, and we both know it. It’s not just the sex or the fun we can have together in my head anymore. I need to know she wants this as much as I have come to. I need to know if I’m alone in this feeling or if she’s with me. Because if there’s any chance of building something with Dominic, she has to be on the same page. I won’t risk hurting him if she’s not all in.
My hand stills as she contemplates what I’m asking of her. The silence stretches on, and just when I think she’s going to get up and tell me she’s not ready, she does the exact opposite. She places her hands on both my thighs, letting her thumbs brush against the fabric of my pants before she focuses all of her attention on my face and utters the four words I’m desperate to hear. “I want this, Emerson.”
I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Bending over, I pick her up off the floor and spin her around so her back is to my front. She grinds her ass against my dick, and I use that as my opportunity to nip at her neck. She yelps when my teeth make contact with her skin. “Such a fucking brat.”
“Hmmmm. But I’myourbrat.”
“And I’ll spend the rest of my days making you pay for it.” The words sound playful, but we know they’re so much more.
“Emerson…” She says my name for the third time tonight. But this time it’s different than it was when we were outside. Now there’s desperation. Longing.
“Be a good girl and bend over for me, Sweetheart.” She does as I say, bending over so her torso is flat against my dining room table, her cheek pressed against the wood as she does her best to look back at me.
Reaching down, I gather up the fabric of her dress and push it up around her waist only to find her bare beneath it. “Fuck, Liliana,” I say as I stare at her glistening pussy before me. I run one hand along the inside of her legs until my fingers find what I’m looking for. I let her arousal coat my fingertips as I drag them through her wet folds. “So wet for me. Soperfect.”
“Yes,” is the only word she utters.
Wrapping my hand once more around my cock, I work her wetness up and down my length before notching myself at her entrance. This wasn’t my plan. I wanted to spend hours worshipping her. I wanted to plant my face between her legs and never come up for air. But this is what she does to me. She fucking unravels me until this is all I have to give. All I can bear.
Fucking her on my table.
But that’s okay. I’ll spend all night making it up to her.
“Say it again,” I tell her. Not pushing any deeper until I hear the words just one more time.
She doesn’t hesitate. “I want this, Em.Please.I want it so bad.”
Music to my ears. In one swift motion. I slam home inside of her and she cries out. Any other day, I mightgive her a second to adjust, but not today. Pistoning my hips, I thrust in and out of her with such ferocity the table moves across the floor with every movement. “Holy shit. Oh—yes—keep going,” she moans. As if I would ever stop.
It doesn’t take long before I feel her tighten around me. “That’s it, Sweetheart.” Tightening my hold on her waist, I keep up my rhythm. “Just like that. You’re doing so good.”
