I moan as his tongue darts across my nipples, and I consider pushing him away as memories of the abuse I’ve suffered at his hands come back to haunt me. But the sensation of his warm mouth shoots straight to my core.
“Stop,” I offer weakly, but the desire dripping from my tone betrays me. I’m unable to resist any further.
His fingers move my folds in circles, almost too roughly, but the force is just right. The burn of it only pushes me closer as he pushes the sharp zipper of his pants against his grip. He pushes my panties aside and slides his fingers inside of me. The roughness of his skin gliding into me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I’m no virgin, and I’ve certainly been fingered before, but no guy’s touch has ever felt like this. My eyes roll to the back of my head with a deep moan as I brace my arms against the counter.
He steps back to unzip his pants, staring me straight in the eyes, pulling out the most gorgeous long, hard cock I’ve ever seen. I lick my lips and can’t stop myself from breathlessly exclaiming, “Oh, Emmett.” He keeps staring me straight in the eye as he reaches down and begins stroking himself. “What is it, baby? Is it this?” he rasps in a deep sexy voice, “Is this what you want?”
“Oh god, Emmett, yes. Please, give it to me now. Fuck me.”
He drops his pants and inches closer. Once he quickly manages to pull on a condom from the bathroom drawer, I grab his hips and pull him back toward me. He slams me back up against the bathroom mirror in a wave of excitement. I frantically remove my underwear.
As his big strong arms hoist my hips up in such a perfect way that his dick slides perfectly into me from just the right angle. I’m so overtaken by his strength and how good those first few deep thrusts are, sliding his hard cock inside of me. He fits into me perfectly. Big enough to hit all of the right spots without hurting me. Every thrust of his hips puts him deeper inside of me than the one before. He’s large and the size stretches me, but I’m so wet that he goes right in. My muscles tense in pleasure around him as he growls into my ear. His rhythm speeds, his fingernails digging into my ass. Any brief sharp pain he causes me now isn’t from hatred. He’s just as overcome with passion as I am.
I cry out, “Oh Emmett! Emmett, fuck yes!”
He grips his arms under my legs, reaching around and tightly squeezing my ass, as his long dick slides in and out of me. He thrusts hard and deep but pulls out so slowly each time – sending ripples of sensation through my entire body.
Everything about it makes me more wet – the smell of his cologne, the sweat dripping from his tan gleaming chest, the way the muscles in his neck tighten and bulge as he moans with each thrust into me. His voice is smooth like honey, and it excites me to know that I can bring sounds like that out of him. The stretch of skin and muscle just above his dick is sweaty and smooth and gliding across my clit pushing me close to climax.
“Emmett,” I whimper against his neck as he moves faster, pushing me closer to the edge.
His eyes meet mine, burning straight into me as he moves faster. His breath quickens and catches with the rhythm as sweat beads across his upper lip, dampening the strands of hair hanging in his eyes.
I almost don’t hear him at all as I cry out in pleasure, but the softness of his voice catches my attention. He whimpers tenderly, in a way I’ve never heard from him before. We’re suspended for a moment, frozen with our bodies pressed together. He slowly pulls back, his eyes studying me as his face turns.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to feel you come. God, I’m so close…I’m going to come too. Are you ready?”
I’m so overwhelmed with the strange feelings surging inside of me, I can barely answer him, “I...I think…fuck, that’s so good…” I cry out as I realize how close I am to coming.
His hand spreads over my mouth to muffle my cries.
“Fuck, yes, I’m going to come…don’t stop…right there…that’s it!” I manage to say, muffled against his hand.
His groans in my ear grow deeper and entangled with a slight growl as he slams into me harder and faster over and over… He hisses through clenched teeth against my ear. He lets out a few manly grunts and final thrusts before vanishing, as if he disappeared into a cloud of smoke, vanishing to some other forgotten part of my brain.
We both lose ourselves, crashing over the edge in ecstasy. My head drops to his shoulder, both of us damp with sweat.
But suddenly, he pulls away, tossing my hands off of him and back down to the counter. Like a switch, I see the old familiar Emmett return almost instantly as he turns cold. I’m left alone and frustrated. My body feeling completely void of the desire I felt only moments ago.
He shakes his head, his lips ruffling like a horse. As if he’s trying to shake me away. His shoulders roll with a crack of his jaw. I’m waiting for him to kiss me, to turn back to the way he was before. But his eyes turn distant and cold.
I suddenly feel vulnerable and ashamed, my naked body perched on full display in front of him on the bathroom counter. He pulls the full condom from his dick and tosses it into the trashcan, wiping himself down with a towel before tossing it to me callously. I jump back as it slaps against my arms.
“So…that’s it then?” I ask in bewilderment, shocked that such an intense encounter could fade off into such ordinary awkward teenage behavior.
“What do you mean?” he asks as if everything is normal, but his refusal to look at me tells me what I need to know. He’s hiding from me. Hiding from this.
“Is something wrong?” I try again.
“Ophelia, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he smirks with a perplexed grin that implies I am crazy. “We fucked. We’re done. And now I need to go.”
“Bullshit!” I cry out, clutching the towel around me to cover myself up. “You’re acting weird. What’s going on with you? How can you just shut off like that?”
“Maybe you’ve forgotten why we’re here,” he growls. “You’re our hostage. My father is waiting downstairs right now, trying to decide when he’s going to kill you or sell you off into his sex trafficking rings. It’s not exactly a romantic time.”
“Then why did we do it?” I huff, wishing I could take it back.