Reaching down, I wrap my hand around Emma’s leg, smoothing my palm under her skirt and up her bare thigh, hooking her leg around my waist. I slide my other arm around her back and tug her tightly against me. The move hikes up her skirt, and I grind into her. She meets me halfway, grinding right back, moaning as my cock brushes against her clit. I can feel the heat of her pussy through my pants, and it has me pressing even harder against her, trying to get closer when I know in the deepest parts of me that there is no close that would be close enough.
Not with Emma.
“Please, Jer,” Emma whimpers against my mouth. Her plea has me forgetting we’re in an office in the middle of an ice rink on borrowed time. It has me dropping her leg to the floor and pushing her skirt farther up her hips, slipping my leg in between hers, pressing up just enough to slide my thigh along her center. Just enough to have her gasping and grinding down, looking for more friction.
“Please what, Ems? Is this pretty pussy aching for me? You want me to slide my fingers inside you? Rub that sweet clit? Make you come right here in this office where anyone could walk by and hear you moan my name? Maybe even walk in here and see you with your skirt around your waist and your legs spread for me?”
Emma lets out a low moan, and I feel a flood of heat where she’s spread out against me.
Interesting. A dark satisfaction sweeps through me.
“You like the sound of that, Pretty Girl? You like the idea of being caught? Is that pussy dripping at the thought of the people out there knowing what we’re getting up to in here?”
“Fuck, yes,” Emma gasps, and I press my thigh harder against her, leaning in to graze my teeth over the sensitive skin behind her ear and glide my tongue along the freckles dotting her neck.
“Who knew quiet Emma Langley was such a dirty girl? Looks like a lot can change in eight years. We’re going to have so much fun with that, but we don’t have much time right now, so I’m going to make you come fast and hard all over my fingers right here against this door. But make no mistake, Ems. Next time I get you alone, I’m taking my time with you. I’m going to sink so deep inside you we won’t know where I end and you begin.”
Emma’s eyes darken and she grabs my hair again, pulling my face to hers. She presses her lips to mine in a kiss that is all wet, hot want and then breaks away, locking eyes with me.
“Then fucking do it, Jer.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Hold on tight, Pretty Girl. Fast and hard.”
Dropping my leg, I pull Emma’s leg over my hip and slide my other hand up her inner thigh. I shove her underwear to the side and sink two fingers inside her, groaning at the feel of her. My cock is steel, thinking about how all that wet, tight heat will feel wrapped around me. I rub tight, firm circles on her clit with my thumb, and when I thrust my fingers into her harder, faster, Emma gasps and I press my lips to hers, swallowing all her sounds. I add a third finger, curling all three against her front wall, and her entire body coils tight.
“Come for me, Ems,” I say against her lips. “Soak my hand. Give it all to me. Every fucking drop.”
“More. Please,” she croaks, digging her nails into my shoulders. I hope she leaves marks. I want to be branded by her.
I increase the pressure of my thumb on her clit and Emma comes on a shudder and a gasp, her pussy squeezing my fingers as she rides my hand, her release dripping down my fingers in a way that has me growling against her lips, sucking her lower lip into my mouth and grazing it with my teeth, loving the way she whimpers at the sting of pain. I stick with her, rolling her clit between my fingers until she collapses back against the door, my hand on her hip keeping her steady.
Sliding my fingers out of her, I lock eyes with her and bring my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean.
Emma’s mouth drops open, and I grin at her.
“You taste fucking delicious, Ems.”
“Who even are you?” She huffs out a laugh.
Pulling Emma’s skirt down from around her waist and straightening it for her, I can’t wipe the grin off my face. I just finger fucked Emma Langley in an empty office and my cock is so hard it could hammer a fucking nail. I have never felt lighter in my entire life.
Standing upright, I smooth Emma’s hair back with both of my hands, leaning in and kissing her forehead.
“I’m just me, but you…got a little exhibitionist kink Ems?”
She winks at me.
Fucking winks.
“I’ve got all kinds of kinks you can’t even imagine.”
“Holy hell,” I mutter. Did I think it was possible for my dick to get harder than it already was? I did not. It’s crying out for attention, but there’s no time for that. This was about Emma.
“I’ll be looking forward to learning about all of them. In the meantime, you coming all over my fingers was the hottest fucking thing, and I want to do it a million more times, but we’ve got somewhere to be. Come on, let’s go watch our girl learn to skate.”
“You know that’s the second time you’ve called her our girl, right? You texted it to me yesterday too.”
