For the first time in my life, I feel excited about the future, excited about what’s to come.
“I might take you up on the job offer,” I say, looking at Christopher to see what he feels about it.
He nods in agreement. “It could be good for you. But first, we need to stop the circus by feeding the animals. We have an interview with Rolling Stone tomorrow. My mother’s PR person feels it’s best to get the story out there in hopes they will grow bored eventually and move on. As long as we keep the mysterious element, they won’t go away.”
“It’s so messed up,” Michael grumbles. “You both have enough to deal with right now without all those people hunting you down.” He pours us all more wine from the third—maybe fourth—bottle he’s opened since the meal began.
Christina lifts her glass to me with a twinkle in her eye. “Wear the blue dress. It will make your eyes pop and your hair shine. I think it will be perfect for the interview, and I know you both will do amazingly.”
“Thank you,” I say to her. I then look at Michael. “Thank you both. It means a lot to me that you have been so welcoming. I needed this. I didn’t know I did, but I feel like I can breathe a little better now.”
“We both do,” Christopher agrees.
9
Christopher
We tiptoe into the house, which I find a little counterproductive, since opening the door allows the noise of the reporters to roar in, but it’s late, and I’m hoping my mother is asleep. By the dim lights and the silence inside, it seems that she is.
We make our way to our room and close the door behind us. I don’t even have a second once the door clicks before Ember is turning on her heels and wrapping her arms around me.
Pressing her lips to mine, she whispers, “Thank you for tonight. I had the most amazing time.”
I kiss her back, dancing my tongue with hers, feeling a little lightheaded from all the wine we drank as my body responds immediately to hers. “I liked seeing you truly smile,” I confess. “If I can make that happen every single day, I will.”
“My heart feels alive,” she says, lowering her hands to my pants, freeing me from my restraints. “I didn’t know I could feel this way. My body is buzzing.”
She then lifts the dress she’d been wearing over her head, tossing it to the ground. I’m surprised to see her wearing a white lace bra with matching panties. Seeing her in something so normal and everyday fills me with a sense of pride that I can give her such basic things, but they mean the world to her.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, helping her in our now common goal by lowering my pants as I kick off my shoes and shed my shirt all at the same time.
I like her aggressive act and show of making the first move. Maybe she too is feeling the afterglow of the wine, but it’s clear we don’t want the night to end quite yet.
“You made me feel special,” she says as she runs her finger over my lips, down my neck, over my chest, dipping past my stomach, and then runs a gentle circle over my hard cock. She then removes the last of her clothing.
Pure goddess perfection.
My breath hitches, and my cock aches for more as we’re both fully naked and have nothing stopping us from doing more.
I remain standing in place, curious what she has in mind. The girl seems to be on a mission, and I have no intention of stopping her.
Looking up at me through thick lashes, she lowers herself to her knees in front of me. My cock stands at attention before her, and I groan as she takes hold of the base and guides it to her mouth.
“I want to thank you,” she purrs as she licks the head of my dick, tasting me, savoring me with her hooded eyes looking up, glazed over in lust.
“I’ll take you shopping and to dinner every day if this is the thanks I get,” I say as I reach back and find the wall with my palm to help keep my balance.
Her mouth slides down my cock all the way to the base. A tiny gag comes from Ember, which only lights an inferno deeper within my core and with more intensity. I want to tear into the back of her throat with hard pushes but fight the urge and allow her to take control.
Pulling my cock out of her mouth, licking every inch as she does, she whispers, “I want you to do dirty things to me. I don’t want to make love. I don’t want gentle and loving. I want raw. I want my pussy to feel as alive and buzzing as the rest of my body.” She circles her tongue around the tip of my cock again. “Dirty.”
“Fuuuck,” I barely say on a gasp.
I nearly come at her words. To see my sweet, angelic, naive, innocent Ember nearly growl out these filthy and hot-as-fuck words has me coming undone.
Not thinking, not planning, I take hold of her hair and pull her up to me so I can sink my tongue into her mouth. I want to claim her as mine in all ways. All.
“Get on all fours on the bed,” I command.
We have crossed the point of no return. She will do what I say. She will take all the erotic abuse I’m about to give.
With wide eyes, she waits until I release her hair, turns, and obediently does as I ask, sticking her firm ass up on display. She looks over her shoulder at me with vixen blue eyes that make my primal need surge. I crawl up behind her and slap her right ass cheek hard, then the left.
“How dirty?” I hiss.
“Filthy,” she answers as she lowers her front half down on her forearms, presenting her ass even more.
My cock twitches in need, but I resist the urge to slam it right inside her with no warning at all.
“Tell me,” I order. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you everywhere. I want you to take me where you never have.”
I place my finger on her anus and ask, “Where?”
“In my ass,” she whispers. “Fuck me in the ass.”
I know she’s not ready, no matter how much she thinks she is. But that doesn’t mean I can’t make her ready.
“Play with your clit and make yourself nice and wet.”
She does exactly as I ask as she balances on one arm and reaches beneath her to stroke her pleasure point with the other. I move my finger from her anus and begin collecting her juices, painting them all over her opening.
“I’m going to stretch you so you can take all of me. It’s going to sting. It’s going to bite.”
“Yes,” she moans with a nod, her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the minute. “Yes.”
With my finger coated in her arousal, and her asshole nice and slick, I press a finger past the puckered flesh. She whimpers as I do so but doesn’t try to wiggle free or break her sexual position even slightly. She simply rubs her clit over and over, her breathing becoming more ragged with each passing second.
In and out, I move my finger, feeling her hole squeeze tightly. It takes everything inside me to not just take her right now.
“Wetter,” I say as I dip a second finger in her pussy, soaking the skin.
Not waiting, I push the second finger into her ass, joining the other.
She cries out but pushes back toward my hand. I can see she doesn’t want me to stop even though I’m spreading her wider than she can handle and still remain quiet. I don’t mind her cries; in fact, they make my dick harder with each mewl that passes her lips.