I nod at her, knowing she’s right. She might be all-knowing, but this is something I have to figure out for myself.
“Good. Now, are we about done with this run? I’m thinking we still have a couple of hours before I need to pick up Maddy, and there’s a giant shower in that massive hotel room you booked. I bet there are some…creative ways we can use it.”
Emma tosses me a look filled with heat. The half-chub I’ve been sporting from watching her tits bounce in her sports bra and that swinging red ponytail I want to wrap around my fistimmediately becomes a raging hard-on. I stop cold, right in the middle of the trail, narrowly avoiding getting clocked by a woman running with a stroller.
I meet Emma’s look with one of my own.
“I just bet there are, Pretty Girl. You want to go get clean so I can dirty you up again?”
She smirks at me. “Maybe I’ll dirty you up this time. Race you there!”
Then she turns and sprints off in the direction of the hotel, leaving me standing there staring at her ass with my mouth hanging open, a montage of filthy images racing through my head.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Emma
Jeremy grabs me around the waist just before I get to the hotel door, pulling me back against his hard chest.
“I win,” I pant, leaning my head back against his shoulder.
He dips his head and grazes his teeth along my shoulder, licking a stripe up my neck and letting his warm breath flutter against my ear.
“Oh, I think before this morning is over, we’ll both be winners.”
“You sure about that?” I ask in a low voice.
His cock twitches against my back, and I get a low hum of pleasure at the way my snark turns him on. I’ve always been the quiet one. The introvert that that keeps to herself and her tight circle of friends. I like it that way. But there’s another part of me too. A deeper, darker part of me that wants to pull fire alarms and get tattoos and impulsively fly to Vegas and do something insane. I never let it out and rarely take the time to explore it, but it’s there all the same. And with every minute I spend with Jeremy, it inches closer to the surface.
I relish the thought of setting it free.
Jeremy wraps his arms tighter around me, his thumbs stroking the sides of my breasts. Need pools between my legs at the way he’s touching me right here on the sidewalk in broad daylight.
“Oh, I’m sure, Pretty Girl. We’re going inside right now and walking straight to the elevator to go upstairs. If I don’t get you alone in the next two minutes, I’m at risk of getting arrested for doing very bad things to you in public.”
I turn my head and kiss his cheek, lingering there, tasting his skin, salty from our run.
“Might be worth it.”
“Shit,” he mutters, grinding himself against my back. “Inside. Now.”
Unwinding his arms from my waist, he grabs my hand and drags me into the hotel towards the elevator. A big group must have just checked in because the elevator is packed. Jeremy wedges us into the back corner, pulling me in front of him. I press back against him, the movement subtle but intentional, and he lets out a low growl in my ear. He slides a hand down my leg and then back up again, grazing his fingers over my core, pressing just hard enough that I gasp out a breath.
“Quiet Ems,” he whispers into my ear. “Wouldn’t want everyone to know how much it turns you on to be touched like this in an elevator full of people. How wet you are thinking of me shoving my fingers inside you right here.”
I’m so turned on I’m not above begging, but the ding of the elevator on our floor saves me from having to.
“Fucking finally,” I mumble.
The doors are barely open when I’m pushing my way out, Jeremy hot on my heels. I don’t even turn around, just walk right to our room, fishing the key out of my pocket before I even get to the door. Jeremy crowds my back, latching his mouth ontomy neck and sucking lightly. It takes me three tries to swipe the keycard correctly.
Reaching over my head, Jeremy pushes the door open with so much force it slams against the wall. He kicks the door shut behind us and scoops me up without missing a beat. I wrap my legs around him and he tangles a hand in my ponytail, sealing his mouth to mine. He walks straight to the bathroom without breaking the kiss, his tongue parting my lips to plunder my mouth, making my head spin and all my senses come alive.
I moan into his mouth as he drops me onto the marble covered vanity, tearing his lips away from mine to flip on the shower and pull his shirt over his head. I barely get a second to enjoy the view before he’s back on me, taking my mouth again and curling his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, dragging them over my hips and down my legs. He breaks away one more time to pull my shirt off, and then with his mouth back on mine, he shoves my legs apart and slides two fingers inside me, pulling them right back out and using my wetness to circle my clit with so much force my toes curl.
“Jesus Christ, Jeremy,” I gasp out against his mouth, torn between wanting to pull away from his all-out assault on my clit and push my hips closer. He takes the choice away when he grips my hip with his free hand to hold me in place, pushing his fingers back in and grinding against my clit with the heel of his hand.
“You fucking love it,” he rasps, as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. His gravelly voice shoots lust straight through me, pleasure fuzzing my brain as steam from the shower fills the bathroom.
