He carries me into the bedroom. His cock is hard against my center, and I grind into it, feeling the heat of our bodies and the wetness that pools between my legs. I have never been so turned on in my life. I thought teenage Eduardo was hot, but this is so much better. He is all man, and I haven’t even had a proper look at his cock.
He places me carefully on the bed, like a fragile treasure he doesn’t want to break. I look up at him hovering over me, mesmerized by the heat in his eyes that’s directed at me. He’s barely containing himself, and I relish in the knowledge that I can turn him on this much.
“Be a good girl and take your shirt off for me, baby,” he purrs, and my core tingles in anticipation of speeding this process up, but he has no intention of getting to it. He is going excruciatingly slow, and it’s starting to bother me. I need him to touch me, expose me, and make me his in the physical sense—the primal act of taking me and ravishing my body. I crave him, and it is driving me mad with lust.
I focus on him as I lift my tank top over my head and toss it to the floor, attempting to play his game. He pulls my bra down, making my boobs stick out over the top. He licks his finger andcircles around one of my nipples, leaving wetness and goose bumps in its wake. He cups the other breast roughly with his hand, and I groan at the contact. He pushes me back on the bed and removes my sleeping shorts, finding I’m not wearing any panties. His nostrils flare, and he stares at my bare pussy. He looks at me with hooded eyes, and I arch my back up in response as if I am offering myself up to him—a silent permission to take me.
That must do the trick because his control snaps. I win. He drops to the ground, pulling me forward on the bed, and dives in to feast on my pussy. I cry out at the sudden intrusion. He is like an animal biting and sucking on my clit in tandem. I don’t know what to feel. The pain mixed with the pleasure causes pressure to build rapidly. But whenever I feel an impending orgasm, he pulls back and then circles my clit slowly with his tongue, causing the tingles to subside.
I begin to whimper after he does this a couple of times, but then he adds a couple of fingers arching up toward my cervix while sucking on my clit until I feel it come on quickly, full force, and I cry out, my orgasm shattering throughout my body. He doesn’t stop pumping in and out with his fingers until the pulsing starts to abate. He pulls his fingers out and licks them in front of me. I almost climax again. It’s filthy and dirty, and I am so incredibly turned on by the sight of it.
I breathe in and out, my heart rate starting to slow down as if I’ve just run a marathon. My arm rests over my eyes and I suddenly feel spent. He stands and picks up my legs that have fallen open on the bed and rubs his warm, leaking cock up and through my folds, still slick from my arousal, to lubricate his shaft.
I lower my arm from my face and concentrate on his mouth, still wet with my juices. I look up into his eyes, and without breaking contact, he thrusts inside me, filling me completely.His hips are flush with mine, and he begins to move. He moves painstakingly slowly, and I almost can’t take it. I meet each thrust with my own, and we have a rhythm that he decides to change up because he throws my legs over his shoulder and drives in hard. I cry out his name.
“Eduardo, fuck yes, harder, babe. Fuck me harder.” I don’t even know who I am right now.
The things coming out of my mouth should embarrass me, but this feels so good, so right that I can’t stop the crudeness that leaves my lips. The porn star version of myself cries out so loudly that my neighbors will surely hear our lovemaking. The look I’ll get from them… but I don’t care. Nothing exists right now except the pounding of our hips and the thrust of his cock that hits my G-spot so deep that I start to orgasm again.
Eduardo’s thrusts become more frantic as he starts to lose control. He is a beast, picking me up off the bed, knees bent, holding me close. He kisses me as he thrusts into me, pushing and pulling me onto his cock. My hips will be bruised from the tight grip he has on me.
I throw my head back, and he latches on to my boob, biting my nipple, and I swear I will climax again. He pounds relentlessly and pulls me into a searing kiss as if he is branding me. Finally, making me his. He sucks on my neck, leaving a bruise, crying out and throwing his head back. I look at him in the throes of passion. With his breath still labored, he brings his head back to look at me, and I smile at him.
He picks me up, still impaled on his cock, and the smile that graces his lips should be illegal. He leads us to my bathroom and starts the shower. He walks us in, and I feel him harden again. I look into his eyes, and he kisses me passionately as if he is making up for all the wasted years apart.
“About that all-night part?” he says as he leans me up against the wall and begins to move.
He comes into the bedroom with my Stanley Cup. “Here, baby, I want you to drink more water.”
I take the cup from him and take a few more sips at his encouraging request. I know that I will be so thankful tomorrow, and after all the water and the ibuprofen I took before he got here, I should feel okay. Maybe that’s wishful thinking because I know an imminent conversation we need to have will make me feel anything but okay.
“Emma,” he says, and I sense that by the way he says my name, he wants to ask me something serious. I just wish it wasn’t in the early morning hours before dawn.
“Yes.” I look up at him and cup his cheek. I stare into his eyes and know that this will be the conversation I am not ready for, but it is necessary. If there is one person I can trust, it is him.
So I start at the beginning—with Julian. I see how his face hardens and the disgust that lingers in his features when I talk to him about the abuse I endured.
“Emma—” He halts his words, trying to remain calm. “Why the fuck didn’t you say something sooner. Why did you let him treat you that way?”
“He threatened me and, more importantly, Eduardo, he threatened my parents. He told me there would be consequences if I tried to leave home. He would ensure my parents’ careers were ruined, and we would lose our home and life as we knew it. I believed him because his dad is the mayor.” He also is into some sketchy dealings, but I leave that part out for now. After hours of talking and crying, he holds me, and for once, I fall asleep without the fear of Julian.
CHAPTER 24
Eduardo
Emma is sound asleep, and the thought of leaving her alone is agonizing. I get up and put my boxers on. I look for the rest of my clothes and realize that Emma, that little sex kitten, seduced me in the living room, and I left all of my clothes out there. I grab my watch from the bedside table and walk out to close the door to Emma’s room behind me with a soft click.
I walk the short distance to the living room when I see Liv, Emma’s roommate, drinking a glass of water. She was about to wave when she realized it wasn’t who she thought it was.Did she think it was Jameson? What the fuck?I’m sure she will tell that guy she was with last night, whatever his name was—Jameson’s friend—that I was here. I run a hand through my hair, giving her my best impression of an innocent look. Her eyes narrow, and I can tell she does not buy the innocent act. Oh, well, I tried.
“Hi?” Liv says in question. There is a reluctance to get near me. Maybe she senses danger when she looks at me. That wouldn’t be wrong. Little does she know that I am not the real danger here. I am the closest thing to safety when it comes to Emma—and possibly her, since she is Emma’s best friend.
I laugh at the thought. “Hi, Liv. I’ll be out of your hair in a second,” I tell her as I gather up my discarded items from last night’s sexcapades.
“Just need to get dressed.” I pick up my clothes, not bothering to change anywhere else. Fuck it. If she can’t give a guy some privacy, she can see what a real man looks like. I grab my keys off the coffee table in the living room.
“I’ll see you later. Have a good day.” I throw her a wink before I walk out the front door. I just couldn’t help myself. I almost laughed at her reaction.
After I leave Emma’s apartment, I start to recall the truths she told me. I am reeling with anger. I know it took a lot for her to tell me about Julian, but I am glad she confided in me, and I vowed to protect her. I would keep her safe. The relief that flooded her face when I told her that shook me to my core. The fact that she had been out here alone, unprotected, killed me. I thought her uncle had someone following her, but I’ll need more information.