by Tory Baker
Her pretty green eyes would be staring up at me, full of innocence, and she’d be asking me what she’s supposed to do next. She’d be eager and shy and I know I’d be able to read the hunger in her eyes. I would tell her to lick the tip. She’d swirl her tongue around the top of my head. She’d be a natural. I know it. Emma would see just how much I want her—I wouldn’t hide any of it from her and she’d feed off of it. I close my eyes and picture it all…getting lost in my fantasy.
She engulfs the whole head of my cock in her warm, velvety mouth. I drop my head back against the shower, closing my eyes, moving my hand up and down my shaft, while in my mind I can see nothing but beautiful Emma. My hands go to her hair, trying not to thrust into her waiting mouth. When I least expect it she takes my whole length, like a pro. Like she was made for sucking my dick, and my dick alone. Her mouth is hot, wet and tight. It feels so fucking good that it only takes a few pumps and I’m coming down her throat.
“Swallow it all, like my good girl,” I groan as jet after jet of my cum slides down her throat.
I keep my hand wrapped around my cock, jerking it, imagining her mouth on me. I moan because the fantasy of fucking her mouth has me coming like I’m a horny teen. I feel my cum shooting up from my balls and it’s enough to make me snap back into reality feeling strangely empty with cum all over my shower tile. If my imagination is only half of what Emma is like in reality, I’m never letting her go.
I get out of the shower and dry off. I just came so fucking hard that my balls are sore and it doesn’t matter, because my dick is hard as fucking steel.
Now is as good a time as ever to call my sweet Emma.
Four
Emma
Ugh. I can’t believe what a complete fool I made of myself in front of Dex.
Could I have been more of an airhead?
As I walk into the kitchen of the small apartment I live in, I come to a decision. He won’t call. I mean, why would he? He could have his pick of any woman and I’m just your ordinary girl next door.
No one believes at the age of nineteen, I’m still a virgin. I’ve just never found that one guy who I felt was worth losing my V-card to. Now that I’ve met Dex, he’s got me thinking that maybe, just maybe, I won’t be a virgin for long. Well, if I’m wrong and he does call.
I hope he calls.
Moving out on my own as soon as the ink was dry on my diploma was the best thing I could have done for myself. There’s only so much a teenager can handle before there’s nothing left of her to give. I love my family, don’t get me wrong, but they wanted me to be something I’m not. They see money and the silver lining of a white-collar society. That’s just not me—not who I am.
I want a simple life. A place where I can feel at home and have a sense of peace. Where my husband can come home from a hard day at work, knowing his wife and babies are taken care of. I’m a throw-back, a woman who probably belongs in a different era, but it’s still the life I want.
I went through the motions for the rest of the day and now I find myself staring at the phone, often. I will it to ring—but it never does. I was right; he’s not going to call. He and his buddies probably had a good laugh about me once I left. As the hours tick by, sadness overtakes me. For a moment I thought something special had happened today. That Dex was… the one. The guy I imagined as the answer to all the fairytales I heard as a child.
Obviously I was wrong.
I get ready for bed and slip on my nightgown. I can’t stop thinking about Dex even then. He’s been in the back of my mind all evening. Imagining spending time with him… of being with him. Daydreaming about what he’d be like and all of the things he would do to me…all of the things he could make me feel is how I’ve spent the day—even after it became clear he wasn’t going to stay in touch.
As I lie in bed, I can almost feel him there. His hands on my legs, his scruff tickling my neck. His chocolate eyes boring into mine. I’m lost in my thoughts, wishing Dex was here, talking to me, holding me, touching me. I literally jump in shock when my phone rings.
I stare at the screen and my heart lodges in my throat. It’s him. I feel like a little kid on Christmas.
“Hi Dex,” I answer, sounding breathless. It would probably be wise to play it cool and not sound overeager, but I can’t help it.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he answers. His smooth, deep voice sends chills down my spine. That voice does things to me I’ve never experienced before. As the deep timbre whispers in my ear, there’s a tingling sensation between my legs. It’s a feeling so intense that I’m having trouble catching my breath.
Five
Dex
There’s nothing sweeter in the world then hearing Emma’s beautiful voice. She’s winded and it has me imagining how breathless I can make her during an orgasm. I make that my goal. It doesn’t matter that I’ve just met her. She’s mine.
“Emma, are you okay?” I ask, starting to get worried when she doesn’t speak again. Maybe something has happened and that’s why she sounds out of breath. Shit. Maybe I should jump in my truck right now and head over to her place. There’s only one problem with that. I have no fucking idea where she lives; all I know is I have this yearning to have her with me always.
“Yes, I was just getting ready for bed,” she whispers. Fuck, that has me thinking all kinds of things I could be doing with her.
“Damn, sweetheart, the things that does to me.” I hear her inhale sharply. I don’t want to scare her off, but she needs to know I’m not letting her get away. “I didn’t get done today in time to meet you for dinner. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“It’s okay, Dex. I’m just glad you called,” she says, her voice sounding so sweet and shy all at the same time.
“Nothing could have stopped me, but I still want to see you.”
“You do?” she asks, sounding surprised, and that makes me relax back against my pillow and smile. Something about this woman makes me feel like I could conquer the world.
“I do. I’m going to pick you up tomorrow for dinner.” I don’t ask, I tell her. Emma’s not getting the option of saying no. She’s not slipping through my fingers just so some punk-ass kid can have her. Fuck no.
“Okay, Dex,” she answers softly, and just like that, I know she’s made for me. We talk for a few more minutes, but I can tell she’s getting tired.
“You’re sounding sleepy, Emma,” I murmur into the phone. I’m rewarded by a sweet little sigh.
“I am a little,” she agrees.
“I’ll let you get some sleep, but give me directions to your house first.”
“You’re sure?” she asks and that makes me want to laugh. Fuck, if I thought it wouldn’t scare the hell out of her I’d show up on her doorstep tonight.
“Give me directions, Emma,” I order, shaking my head.
“Okay, Dex,” she says.
I get directions to her house and just that small step soothes something inside of me. I may not have her with me right now, but I know where she is and that makes me feel better. “Think of me in your dreams, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“I can’t wait,” she says and damn it, when has a woman been so up front and genuine with me? I didn’t know women like Emma existed anymore.
“I can’t either, baby.”
“Goodnight, Dex,” she says and the soft, sleepy tone to her voice has my dick so hard it’ll be impossible to sleep tonight.
“Goodnight, my sweet Emma.”
Today might have started out as pure fucking hell, but it’s ended with more pleasure than I’ve felt in a long time and I haven’t even claimed her yet.
Six
Emma
“Oh my God!!!” I yell into my pillow. Who would have thought he’d actually call? And he wants to take me to dinner! There’s no way I would have ever thought in a million years that making a fool out of myself would lead to a date with Dex. A date….
He wants me to have a good night…. How am I supposed to do that after h
is phone call? I’m way too hyped up to sleep now. I wish I could talk to him again. It doesn’t matter that I just did. I want to hear his voice again and if I’m honest I want to feel his arms around me…holding me.
There’s almost a deep-seated pain inside of me because I’m missing him.
As if he can read my mind, my phone vibrates, notifying me of a text.
Dex: Wear a dress tomorrow.
Me: What kind of dress?
Dex: One like you had on today, be ready by seven.
Me: Ok. Goodnight, Dex --- <3 Em
Dex: Sweet Dreams.
I put my phone down, and think of the dress I wore today. It had a semi tight bust and the bottom flowed out to mid-thigh. The color was a soft pink and I wore my cork wedges. It’s just a simple dress and something I never thought would catch anyone’s attention.
I guess I was wrong.
Rolling over, I contemplate what to wear that will accentuate my curves, but hide them at the same time. I truly can’t help but try and hide them. Not only did my mother want me to be in high society, she constantly nagged on my size.
I’m good with my size twelve body now, but when a mother who is supposed to love and adore you unconditionally wants to make you a size four, like herself, you have scars.
What if Dex would prefer me to be a size four?
Nervousness fills me. With a deep breath I go over the clothes I have and after finally figuring out what I’m going to wear I fall into a fitful sleep, both worried and excited for my date tomorrow.
Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.
Seven
Dex
Work was grueling today. Probably because the only thing I seem to be able to think about is a delicious brown-haired beauty named Emma. Fuck. She lights me up like no one has. I can’t think of anything or anyone else. Everything in me wants to claim this woman. Hell, my dick keeps demanding she’s mine. I’ve had a permanent hard-on since I first laid eyes on her. It’s like the thing has a mind of his own.
Instead of working till the job gets done, I’m taking off early to go and get groceries, clean up—all so I can go pick Emma up early. She may think we’re going out to dinner but really, I have plans for her. Plans that will make her never want to leave my bed.
These thoughts keep me distracted as I check out at the grocery store, barely paying attention. All at once I hear a loud, high-pitched voice, yelling.
“Dex! Hey Dex!”
Fuck. I know that high, screeching voice.
Seeing Tamara makes me cringe. She’s a part of my past. One I’d like to leave way the fuck behind. One drunk night, when my dick was controlling my brain, I slept with her. When I woke up the next day and saw who I was in bed with, I ran for the fucking hills, and have tried to keep away from her ever since. That was three years ago.
“Hey,” I answer, huffing it out with impatience.
“Oh Dex, I’m so glad I saw you.” I just fucking bet she is. “I was hoping we could get together tonight, maybe recreate the magic we used to share.”
Does this chick ever fucking quit? You’d think the fact that I haven’t spoken to her except when I’m forced to—like right now—would clue her in. Anyone could figure it out—anyone but her, apparently.
“Sorry, Tamara. I’m taken.” I can see it in her eyes. She’s getting pissed, like she has some type of leash on my dick.
“Surely our time together meant something, Dex.”
“Tamara, it was one night. You knew the deal when I left the next morning. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m on my way to pick up my girl.”
She stomps her foot like she’s a damn toddler.
“Great,” I mutter, side-stepping her. I continue out to my truck, hurrying like hell to get home. I want to put these groceries away, clean up and get to Emma—and most of all I want far away from Tamara.
I’m moving fast, but it feels like it is a snail’s pace. I don’t think I’ve ever showered so quickly, and of course the shower is cold as fuck. I wanted it that way. I was hoping I could freeze my cock and try to get it under control. I figure it can’t hurt.
Once I get everything done, I shoot Emma a text telling her I’m on my way. I get her sweet reply:
“Can’t wait to see you! ---<3”
My cock jumps at her response, proving the cold shower did fuck-all to control it. I silently tell it to be fucking patient.
Like that will do a bit of good.
Eight
Emma
I’m flying around my bedroom after seeing Dex’s text, knowing that my time is limited. The problem is that I’m still getting ready.
Ugh! Sometimes being a girl is hard.
I’ve been trying to find the perfect shoes to go with my coral-colored dress. Nothing looks quite right and it’s making me crazy. Do I go with flats? Wedges? Heels? My obsession with shoes is a little nuts; I freely admit it. It’s my one vice, but it’s a big one and I know it will never go away. I love shoes. I finally decide on a pair of cream and lace ballet flats.
I’m so nervous. I feel like I have a million butterflies in my stomach, and they all refuse to go away.
I’m so primed, so ready to spend more time with Dex I have to wonder if on some weird level my body knows him already.
Maybe he is the…one.
If there’s one thing I’ve loved in all of the books that I’ve read, it’s the fact that from the minute the hero sees the heroine they’re consumed with each other.
I finish getting ready just as the doorbell rings. I look around my apartment. It’s small, maybe eight hundred square foot, and has a rustic farmhouse feel. When I first saw this place I knew it would be perfect for me, especially after leaving my parents’ house in such a rush. Years of babysitting and now working as a cashier in a vintage clothing store has given me a strong sense of independence, yet still I’m missing something.
I yearn for more and maybe I’m fooling myself, but it feels like Dex is that something more.
“Come in,” I yell as I slide my flats on.
“Emma, why is your damn door unlocked?” Dex growls.
He is growling, too. The sound of it vibrates through me, instantly sending tingles of awareness through every erogenous zone I have. Shit. That voice does things to me I’ve never felt before.
“I knew you were coming, so I left it unlocked for you,” I explain.
I’m trying to concentrate on the fact that he’s upset, but I can’t resist moving my eyes over him. He looks so good, even better than I remembered. He’s staring at me right now, so intently that I blush.
“Emma, you never leave your door unlocked. Do you know what could happen to you if I’m not around to protect you?” he asks. The way he’s saying it makes it seem like he really is worried.
Is he having the same feelings I am?
That’s probably just wishful thinking. It’s impossible to care for someone you’ve just met… Right?
“I’m sorry, Dex. I won’t do it again,” I look down at my shoes. Part of me wants to argue with him, but he has a point. It is dangerous to leave your door unlocked these days. There was a woman raped just a block up the road. I was just so excited about seeing him…I didn’t think. He’s upset and I feel bad. I don’t want Dex to be disappointed in me.
“Emma, baby. Look at me,” he orders. My eyes travel slowly back up to him and suddenly his lips are on mine. It’s light and gentle like he’s easing me into the kiss. I feel flushed all over my body and my knees instantly go weak.
As if he can sense the effect he has on me, Dex deepens the kiss. Our tongues slide and entwine with each other and his taste consumes me. It’s the most amazing kiss I’ve ever had. It makes me feel as if I’m alive for the first time in my life. The kiss makes me feel connected to Dex and somehow awakens every silly daydream I’ve ever had.
As crazy as it sounds, it’s like he is my safe place. Everything about Dex feels right. Like he is where I’m meant to be. I can feel it, in the very depth of my soul.
“Wow,” I whisper breathlessly when we break apart. That’s exactly what I am…wowed. I look up to Dex and see his smirk.
“Yeah, Emma. Wow. It’s going to be like that, and so much more,” he says cryptically. I bring my fingers up to my lips, still feeling him there. “Are you ready to go?”
“Uh, yeah. I am. Just let me just lock up.”
He grabs my keys and does it for me. I’ve never had someone take over like he does. It makes me feel safe and I like it. It feels like he’s taking care of me.
Everything in me responds to everything he does.
Walking out to his truck, he helps me inside, and then reaches over my torso to buckle me in.
“Dex, I can do it. I’m not helpless,” I tell him, feeling self-conscious.
“I know, sweetheart. I’m just making sure you’re safe,” he whispers over my collarbone. Goosebumps pop up on my skin.
“Where are we going?” I ask, wondering if I’m dressed up enough.
“To dinner at my house,” he responds gruffly.
“Oh, are you cooking?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.”
I’ve never had anyone cook for me that wasn’t my parents or their chef. It feels…special. I turn and look out the windshield with the biggest smile ever on my face.
Nine
Dex
That fucking kiss. That semi I’ve been sporting all day? That shit is a full blown hard-on now and I could drive fucking nails with it. She tastes like mint and an underlying hint of something fruity. It was innocent, but that shit has me consumed. I’ll be kissing her all night.