Dirty Deeds (Irresistible Book 3)

by Stella Rhys

  “What if I don’t want you?” Aly challenged hotly.

  “I know you do,” I muttered furiously. “Aside from the fact that I saw it last night, I saw it the night at the club. Did you already forget what happened then?” I asked, taking full advantage of Aly’s pissed-off silence. “Because if you did let me remind you that you looked at me like you wanted me to fuck you right in that bathroom. You came home with me, you straddled me and you begged me for more of everything I did to that perfect fucking body of yours, so if you want to tell me that you don’t want me, then at least explain that night to me. Because I don’t think I’d ever felt a wetter pussy in my life,” I snarled, her bright pink cheeks sending blood rushing fast to my cock.

  God, she looked too fucking good like this. Her chest heaved as she returned the blazing fire in my eyes. But another two seconds of our standoff, and Aly was gone, storming upstairs and shutting the door to her room.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, dragging a hand across my jaw and cursing my dick for being hard as a fucking rock. I was pretty damned sure I couldn’t feel any more tortured than I did in that second, but suddenly the show I had playing on the living room TV flickered off.

  My eyes were still blazing as I cut them to the screen to see what the hell was going on.

  Before I knew what was happening, a video appeared. I caught a glimpse of a girl in a white top and pink panties before my eyes flashed over the words on the screen.

  SEXY GIRL PUNISHED FOR SPYING ON CHANGING ROOMMATE.

  I stared.

  Holy fuck. It took a second for me to realize what was happening – that Aly’s phone was still connected to the TV through airplay.

  Which meant she was in her room right now.

  Watching goddamned roommate porn.

  Blood rushed in my ears as I bounded upstairs in two seconds flat and burst into her room.

  12

  ALY

  “Are you fucking kidding me, Aly?”

  Fuck.

  “You weren’t supposed to see that!” I blurted, trembling with both fury and mortification as Emmett barreled toward me.

  “Are you trying to fuck with me right now?” he seethed, his chest stretching his shirt tight with every harsh breath he sucked in. “Do you want me to punish you for staring at my cock last night? Is that what you want?”

  “No!”

  “Then why were you watching that video?” He walked me back against my bed. “Why were you watching fucking roommate porn if you don’t want me to fuck you?” he demanded. “Tell me.”

  Wildfire danced behind his blue eyes, searing into me. I started a dozen comebacks but couldn’t finish one. There was no point. They all sucked. I couldn’t talk myself out of this hole because what just happened was clear: I’d run upstairs to blow off steam. I was trying to get off to the thought of Emmett so I wouldn’t fuck Emmett and there was no denying that after what just happened.

  “Just admit that you want me,” Emmett growled. All I could see were his pecs as he backed me up against my bed.

  “I don’t, Emmett!” I shoved him back before I fell onto my mattress. “So just get out of my room!”

  “Why? So you can touch your pussy?” he rasped as I shoved him again. This time, he barely moved. “So you can make yourself come while I jack off down the hall? Is that what you want to do again?”

  I stared at him, hot over the fact that he knew what happened last night. We both did. I blinked hard to fend off the images of him jerking it to me in his bed. I shoved him once more but this time he held my hands tight against his chest.

  “Fuck you,” I hissed as he ran my palms down to his abs. But my brain short-circuited as I soaked in the heat of his muscle under my fingers. They pulsed against him, curling against his solid ridges and next thing I knew, I was running my hands all over that steel torso of his.

  Shit.

  I had no idea when the switch flipped.

  All I knew was that my nails were digging into Emmett’s chest as he slammed a kiss onto my lips. The taste of his tongue shocked me. It felt too intimate. It unraveled me on contact, shattering everything I knew so within seconds, I shoved him away. A tortured protest flared in his eyes till I spoke.

  “Kiss me somewhere else,” I panted, our eyes locked intensely on one another.

  I wasn’t sure what I was saying, what he was thinking, but before I knew what had happened, he’d me spun around. I stared at the bed as I felt his hands yank my skirt up to my waist. “Emmett!” I gasped when he spanked my ass and cupped my pussy from behind.

  As his middle finger teased my clit, my legs buckled, and as I fell onto the bed, he jerked my panties down to my thighs. I had barely any time to react before I felt the warmth of his tongue sliding into my pussy.

  “Oh my God.”

  I gripped handfuls of bed sheet as he gripped my thighs and shocked me stiff with his dexterous tongue. Every muscle in my body squeezed tight as Emmett gave strokes so long, so deep inside me that I felt paralyzed with pleasure. My breath quivered as his hands slid up my thighs to my ass, administering another brutal spank to my left cheek before his thumbs spread my pussy open for his mouth. I tore at the sheets, and a cry burst from my lips as Emmett swirled that skilled tongue, switching from sliding in and out of my pussy to licking its length up and down.

  “Is this what you meant when you asked me to kiss you somewhere else?” Emmett murmured as he slid three fingers easily inside me.

  I was soaked. Dripping wet. I was in such ecstasy I was only vaguely aware of his belt buckle jangling open. I didn’t fully process what I’d heard till I made out the sound of Emmett grunting with pleasure, jerking his cock as he finger-fucked my pussy from behind.

  Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

  “Tell me how good it feels.” He slowed his stroke when I didn’t reply.

  “It feels good,” I gasped, my pussy literally aching for him as he withdrew his fingers. “Dammit, Emmett, don’t stop – it feels so fucking good.”

  “Tell me what you thought about when you touched yourself last night.”

  “You,” I breathed as cold air hit my naked, throbbing pussy. “I imagined you fucking me in your bed, now please just – oh God.”

  I moaned when instead of his fingers, I felt his tongue on me again. He gave three long wet licks before rumbling deep from his chest and flipping me onto my back. I caught one glimpse of his swollen cock hanging out of his jeans before he threw my legs over his shoulders and slid his hands under my ass. Squeezing two handfuls, he brought my pussy to his mouth, groaning as he pulsed his hot tongue against my clit.

  I gasped for air. I couldn’t breathe – not with a million different sounds of pleasure hurtling out from my lips. I’d never heard them from myself before, and I could tell Emmett loved every single one because they made him squeeze my ass tighter and lick my pussy so hard I felt out of control.

  “Emmett… I’m going to come.”

  I arched my back as I felt that blissful pleasure building inside me. Emmett had a hand clamped over my breast now. He massaged it roughly over my clothes as he lapped greedily at me, coaxing my juices out then running the flat of his tongue up the length of my pussy.

  He was ravenous, devouring me like his last meal. The orgasm that hit me was sudden and shook my whole body, but even then, Emmett didn’t stop. He yanked me to the edge of the bed. He sent shudders up my spine as he palmed a handful of my wetness, using it to jerk his cock while kneeling on the floor and sucking my clit till I came again.

  And again.

  Holy fuck.

  I thanked God that the third orgasm was tiny because my body couldn’t take anymore. I was thoroughly rocked by pleasure as I lay on the bed – breathless, useless and so thoroughly spent that all I wanted was to fall right asleep.

  I wanted to badly. I easily could.

  But I wouldn’t let myself.

  For reasons that ranged from gratitude to some twisted sense of competition, I wanted to return the favor
to Emmett. He was grinning lazily now as he gazed at my limp body, my panting chest. He looked almost smug – so satisfied with his handiwork that I felt this strange prickling need to prove that I could render him equally useless.

  “Aly, what – ”

  Emmett groaned the rest of his sentence as I knelt at the edge of the bed and wrapped my hands around his cock.

  “Holy fuck.” His stare was heavy-lidded but rapt on me as I licked the flared head of his dick with just the tip of my tongue, teasing it for a few seconds before sucking it into my mouth. “Oh… fuck.”

  He thrust his hands in my hair, rocking his hips gently with my every long, wet pull on his shaft. Within ten seconds of being wrapped tight around his thickness, my lips started to tingle. And for some reason, I loved the feeling. I loved it so much I felt guilt creeping up. I tried to remind myself of what was going on – what the hell I was doing.

  I have Emmett Hoult’s cock in my mouth.

  The thought was supposed to send me crashing back to reality but it only made me want to come a fourth time. Try as I might, I couldn’t feel the remorse I was supposed to feel succumbing to Emmett Hoult. I was too fucking wet. Too hot. My body was still buzzing with bliss and I was already addicted to the satisfaction that came with making Emmett groan.

  “Christ, Aly…”

  It was hard not to love the sound when he was so big and strong. His body of pure muscle was so much bigger than mine and yet I had him at my mercy. His dick twitched in my hand as I licked his tip like a lollipop. His breaths were short and ragged, and his brows were pinched in awe as he gazed down and simply soaked me in.

  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Emmett hissed, shaking his head. “You don’t know how fucking good this feels. You… oh fuck.” He rolled his head back. His abs clenched and he thrust his hands in his hair as I took in as much of him as I could in my mouth and my throat. “Holy fuck, Aly. Suck it. Yes... fuck, baby, just like that. Keep sucking just like that.”

  My lips were numb and it only added to my high of knowing I had all six feet and three inches of Emmett twitching, flexing – shuddering at my touch. My mouth full, I peered up at him again, my pussy clenching at the sight of pleasure twisting his gorgeous features. His perfect jaw was tight. His teeth were gnashed and with his eyes squeezed shut for a second, I peeled off the top of my dress, surprising him when I took his hand and cupped it over my naked breast.

  His eyes shot open, remaining wide as he gazed down in awe to watch me suck him off while using his hand to massage my breast. Barely a second of that, and I felt him further harden in my mouth. I could actually feel the hot rush of pleasure surging up his shaft.

  “Aly…” Emmett started his warning. “I’m going to come,” he rasped, his eyes unblinking because I didn’t stop. I kept my lips wrapped around his cock and my eyes pinned to his face. There was something both so sexy and sweet about how Emmett held off for as long as possible before processing my intention to take his every drop in my mouth. “Holy shit, baby,” he hissed when the realization hit.

  Then with a jerk forward, he finally let himself come – squeezing a handful of my hair and growling from deep in his chest as he pumped stream after stream of liquid heat onto my tongue.

  13

  EMMETT

  Considering I’d passed out next to Aly and spent the night dreaming about everything we’d done, I should’ve woken up on a high.

  But I knew the second I opened my eyes that something was off, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was gone. She had work. I knew that. I had mentally prepped myself to wake up to an empty bed in the morning. I needed to prepare myself for that after last night – after watching Aly suck my dick like a porn star, swallow every drop of my cum and then make this sexy little half-yawn, half-moan sound before letting herself fall back into bed.

  “’Night,” she’d breathed, her eyes heavy but still open as I flopped down next to her. I expected her to protest and send me back to my own room, but she didn’t. Instead, we stared at each other for a few sleepy, intensely intimate seconds.

  Then she drifted off to sleep and I told myself not to get used to the feeling.

  As good as it felt, I reminded myself that I wasn’t going to wake up to find her sleeping against my chest. She was going to be in five hours and I was going to wake up alone.

  I was already prepared for all that.

  But I wasn’t prepared for the part about this morning that made me feel suspicious.

  Blame it on the dresser across from the bed.

  The top drawer was left wide open and something about that didn’t sit right with me, so flying up from bed, I went to confirm what I already suspected:

  That all of Aly’s things were gone.

  “Fuck,” I hissed. Second drawer, third, closet – everything was empty and before I knew it, I was yanking my shirt and jeans on, my pulse racing out of control as I flew out the door and down the hall. I’d promised both Julian and myself awhile back that I’d never bother Aly at work, but fuck it.

  Today, I clearly had nothing left to lose.

  ALY

  The restaurant was packed.

  Literally every seat, including all six at the raw bar, was taken – and from what I could tell, my guests were all happy and satisfied.

  And normally I’d be thrilled by that.

  But right now, I was desperately wishing for everyone to just leave, because unless my anxious mind had imagined it, Emmett’s truck had just turned into our lot.

  “Shit,” I hissed, my hands shaking as I put in the order for my regulars at the bar. Hannah had called out this morning with a fever, which meant the tiny restaurant was way understaffed. Evie was drowning in double the paperwork in the office, and I was alone on the floor. With one hand still putting in orders, I used my free one to grab my phone out of my apron and send a text.

  ME: MAYDAY pretty sure Emmett is here please come outside so we can switch spots

  Evie and I had loosely planned for this moment after I’d come in with all my packed bags. If and when Emmett came, we’d switch posts and she’d insist that I hadn’t come in to work. We’d gone over that.

  But we hadn’t gone over the part where she might not answer her cell since she was busy pleading on the phone with the New York State Liquor Authority about our expiring license.

  Crap. I could just see her getting so worked up in the office that she’d completely forgotten about her phone. After calling to no avail, I opted for a second text.

  ME: Evie!!!!! Come outside please!!!!

  I hit send with my thumb but before it could even deliver, I heard our door chime sound off louder than usual. The air hitched in my throat and I froze, simply staring ahead at my computer screen and praying to God that it was someone else who’d just walked in.

  But then I heard my regulars at the bar start to whisper.

  “Holy shit, Quinn. Do you see that?”

  “Girl, I saw that out the window. That’s the babe who owns Blue Harbor.”

  Fuck.

  “Lord, he is gah-orgeous. I would let him do filthy, filthy thing to – ”

  “Shh! He’s coming to the bar.”

  I heard Quinn’s hiss just as my peripherals processed the tall figure suddenly standing right in front of me.

  Emmett. Obviously.

  He stood there in front of the computer I was on, and I didn’t have to look up to know that he was pissed. I didn’t have to look up to know that every seat at the raw bar was hawking me as Emmett stood there – towering, silent and rigid as he waited for me to acknowledge him.

  Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck.

  I breathed deep as I finished putting in the order. With all my guests watching, I did my best to gather myself before looking up.

  But the second I did, the storm of emotions hit me like a punch to the gut.

  I was prepared for his anger, but I wasn’t prepared for the simultaneous hurt in his eyes. I wasn’t prepared for the pleading look that twist
ed his gorgeous features as he stood still in the middle of my bustling restaurant, silently asking me why the hell I’d packed my things this morning.

  I was already breathless from two seconds of looking at him, but with a glance at my guests, I still tried my best to look professional.

  “Can I help you?” I asked, my voice cracking in the process.

  Emmett narrowed his eyes for a second. “Really?” he finally said, keeping his stare pinned so mercilessly on me that I felt my knees go weak.

  Goddammit. Right away, I looked around for a waitress or busser or someone I could ask to get Evie for me, but everyone was running around, far too busy to notice my look of distress.

  “What, you couldn’t make it more than a week?”

  My head snapped back when I heard Emmett’s question. I stared in disbelief.

  “Are you really trying to dare me into staying, Emmett? Because I’m not thirteen anymore, and it’s not going to work,” I hissed.

  “Why are you doing this?” he asked.

  “I can’t talk about this right now,” I muttered with a self-conscious glance at Quinn and her friend. They were wide-eyed, looking both tantalized but guilty as they watched my personal drama unfold. “Seriously, Emmett,” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear. “Please don’t do this to me here. Not at work.”

  “Then where, Aly? Because I know you’re not going to come home tonight.”

  My heart twisted. I wasn’t sure why his phrasing made me so sad, but it did, and suddenly I was waving over my hostess to take over while I talked to Emmett outside.

  Rounding the corner, I walked us away from the window and out of sight of my captivated audience at the bar. I tried not to get distracted by the gorgeous girls who passed by and checked Emmett out so hard I felt that stupid, nonsensical pang of possessiveness.

  Are you fucking nuts? I asked myself because in what world did it make sense to reject a man but hate the idea of him being with somebody else? See? This was another reason why it couldn’t work. Because like he always did, Emmett made me crazy. He made me angry and sensitive and irrational, and I couldn’t afford to feel this scattered for a second longer.