Still, I see her wavy blonde hair sprawled out across her back and the way she’s wearing my Escape the Fate shirt makes my dick go hard. I don’t think she’s ever been more beautiful. It’s what I keep thinking as she breathes in and out, making soft mewing sounds in her sleep.
My dick continues to grow and after a couple failed attempts in trying to calm the beast, nothing works. I end up pulling the sheets down until just under my groin and palm my swollen cock through my boxers. It’s only a few moments before I free myself from the confines and rub my hand along my shaft, imagining it was Ember doing it.
She rolls over onto her back and even in the darkness of our room, I can make out the descriptors of her face. We have a small light on in the bathroom, kind of like a nightlight. It senses whenever you walk in and gets a bit brighter, but at night it’s a greenish neon glow.
Rubbing my thumb over my head, I hiss as precum begins to coat it. All I can think about is the way she kissed me before, how I could feel the way her body tensed up after I didn’t meet her speed. So, she got insecure, and I went from zero to sixty within a few seconds. The last thing I ever want is for Ember to think I don’t want her, especially when I’ve wanted her for weeks now.
My balls tense up and I crane my neck backward, breathing deeply through my nose as I grow closer to climax. Feeling a shift beside me, I glance over and her eyes are open, watching me, analyzing me.
“Please, don’t stop,” Ember whispers, inching closer to me. I spot the glisten on her lips and know she must’ve been licking them. God, how does something so small make her hotter?
I inhale sharply and debate what to do next. Do I grab her and pull her against me? Do I take her hand and let her toy with my cock? There are so many options. She could be drunk still. She did drink quite a bit last night.
The heat from my left side grows closer and I look into her eyes yet again, seeing she’s inching herself toward me. “I respect what you said to me last night, but I’m not drunk, Dex. I’m sober as hell.”
Ember gets up on her knees and brings her hands down to her mid-thigh where the shirt ends. She grasps the cotton fabric and pulls it off, tossing it on the floor beside the bed. Fuck, I never thought this would happen. Not in my wildest dreams, and I’ve never been a fuckin’ early bird, but I might have to start, especially if it means shit like this.
Ember gets closer to me and before I know it, she’s straddling my stomach, slowly sliding herself until she’s hovering over my cock. “You sure you wanna do this?” It seems like a normal question, but the moment she lets me loose, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.
With a nod, I have her answer and pull my hand away from her cock. “I’m not a nice guy, Em’. I need you to know that. I’m not a good fuckin’ man, okay?”
She scoffs, “I won’t ever believe it, Dex. Not now, not for as long as we live. You’ve only been kind to me.” Yeah, I haven’t been a usual dick like I am to others, but it’s ‘cause I want her. Other people outside of the club back in Billings, they know me for what I am. Then again, having to grow up in a biker club makes you a bit tougher. Tough as nails even.
I grab Ember by the throat and lean up, staring into her eyes. “Are you sure you want this?”
“You’re not the only one with darkness, Dex.” Her answer practically shocks me. I don’t know a whole lot about Ember, but the woman doesn’t seem dark and twisted like me. I’ve been through some shit and being with her has made me worry about a lot. I don’t want to corrupt her, not the same way I’ve been corrupted.
Ember leans back, and I release her neck. She holds herself up by placing her hands on my inner thighs and sinks down over my cock. Goddammit, her pussy is wet as can be. I don’t know how long she was watching me for, but it must’ve been a while, especially since she’s this wet.
She begins to get a rhythm going and every time she hits the base of my cock, she rolls her hips and my balls tighten even more. Ember digs her nails into my thighs, but I don’t give a flying fuck. I place a hand on her hip and match her movement, needing to get deeper inside her. “Fuck yes, baby.” I groan, but it comes out more like a growl.
Wrapping my arms around her body, I bring my mouth over her breast and suck her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and gently gnawing on it with my teeth. “Fuck, Dex!” Ember moans loudly like she doesn’t give a fuck who hears her.
Damn, I didn’t know she’d be like this, but I’m down for it. The freakier, the better. While I haven’t had a lot of experience, I know what I like.
Warmth shoots out over my cock and I know she’s found her release. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, riding the length through her orgasm while I too come close to the edge, but not yet. No, I can’t come inside her. I don’t know if she’s on the pill and the last thing I want to do is be a daddy at this age.
She breathes heavily in my arms, and I release her breast from my mouth, easing in and out of her wet pussy. I can’t come yet, not now, not while inside her. Once I’m sure she’s done with her release, I pull myself out of her and force her onto her back. I fist my cock until I’m spurting my seed all over her pussy and stomach, but I don’t stop here.
No, I want to taste what I just did, so I dive headfirst into the buffet that’s her pussy.
12
Ember
Since our overnight trip to D.C., it seems like everything with Dex and me has changed. We went from friends to being in a relationship almost instantly, but it hasn’t been hard to acclimate to this change whatsoever. The two of us share a connection, in fact, a connection I didn’t even think was possible.
Sometimes the connection scares me because of what my parents went through. They loved each other with so much passion that when they were killed, it was because of my father’s love for my mother. He refused to give up when another man was claiming she belonged to him and not my father. I just wish the strength of their love wasn’t the reason for their demise.
It’s not that I fear love in general but rather the dangers I’ve seen happen in the past. The thought of something happening to Dex isn’t something I want to think about. In fact, I’d avoid it at all costs.
Sighing, I glance around the room of the sorority house. I decided to join Harper’s friend’s sorority after spending a little time around her and Sarah. Adalind Stonewall is the head of the house and very much a woman to fear. I don’t know what it is about her, but she regals herself as if she were above everyone else. I know enough about this woman to know she’s Dex’s mother . . . and it’s a hard pill to swallow. I haven’t told him I’m in the sorority yet because the subject of his mother is quite intense.
Tonight’s the Halloween party I have to attend if I want to be able to join this sorority. I didn’t mind coming. Dex had some things to get done this evening before he could join me. He didn’t like the fact I was going to the party alone, but I told him I would be okay. Besides, Cara came with me to see what the whole sorority thing is all about. She didn’t understand why I’d want to join something like this when we have so much fun already. She’s not wrong. I love being her roommate. Cara isn’t into the whole sorority thing. She preferred the dorm and doing as she pleased. I get where she’s coming from, but I want to do like my mom did when she went to college and join a sorority. I saw photos of her with her house sisters a while back and it planted the idea in the back of my head.