Page 64 of Drowning
"Not here," she states, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet. Then she grabs a bottle of liquor off her nightstand and drags me out of her room and down the stairs, leading me straight out the open back doors that take us to the beach.
She sits on my lap when I take my seat around the fire, making herself comfortable as I spark the blunt and take the first rip, feeling the cocaine numb my lips immediately.
"It's got coke on it," I advise her, making sure she knows ahead of time what she's getting into.
"Perfect." She nods, her blue eyes sparkling from the lingering tears coating them.
With a deep inhale, she holds the blunt in her fingers and breathes out a cloud of smoke, her eyes twinkling like the stars in the sky, dancing around the moon. I can feel the weight lifting from her shoulders as we pass the blunt back and forth and drink from the bottle, and I can't help but smile as she visibly begins to relax.
The darkness that had been clouding the house seemed to dissipate as Emerson and I sat there together, watching the flames happily dance in front of us, reminding us what it felt like to not have a single fucking care in the world. I held her close and so fucking tight, afraid to release her, my breath sweetly kissing her skin as my lips ghosted across the side of her neck.
I fuckinglovedbeing with her; it didn't matter where we were. There was always something about Emerson that captivated me, and I was determined to hold onto the feeling.
As I began to sensually pepper her neck with kisses, she sighed deeply and leaned into my touch.
"Seven," she moaned quietly, her eyes big and dark from the drugs and alcohol streaming through her veins.
"What is it, Princess?" I held onto her hip and gently rocked her back and forth on my lap, feeling my cock grow under her ass.
She leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder, swiftly rocking against my cock on her own. It was almost as if she was silently giving me a fucking sign or something. Like she wanted to fuck, but without all the talking.
That was the thing about the two of us; I always knew what she wanted—what she needed—and she trusted me to give it to her. Her guard was never up with me, like it was with some of the other guys, and for that, it brought us closer, especially in desperate times of need.
After a few, quiet moans and a full-body shiver that hit her randomly, she says, "I need to come, Seven." She rolls her hips and pushes her ass even harder against my cock. "Kane didn't let me."
I brush her hair to one shoulder and lick a teasing line across the side of her neck. "Is my princess needy?" I ask, reaching my hand between her thighs and rubbing her pussy over her pants.
"Fuck...very," she pants, tightly gripping the side of my thigh while frantically grinding against me, desperately trying to chase the intense friction from my fingers as they continue to tease her. "Make me come, Seven," she demands in a fiery tone that lets me know she isn't fucking around. “Please, make me come—make me feel so fucking good that I forget about all the bullshit I'm struggling with.”
“For you, my Princess, I'll fucking doanything.” Sliding my hand up to her waist, I unbutton her pants and pull them open, just enough to push my hand down them and cup her needy, soaked cunt. “I'll make you feelsofucking good that you'll forget your name, not just the bullshit.This pussy…” I growl. “Is. Fucking.Mine, Emerson, and I knowexactlyhow to make her drip for me—how to make her fucking come for me—and,Em, you fucking know I ain't lying either,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my palm rubbing her soaked cunt.
Emerson spreads her legs, inviting me in as my eager fingers skate down her bare pussy until they slip between her lips.
"You're fucking drenched, Princess; ain't that right?” She nods, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, desperately wanting—needing—so much fucking more.
“So fucking needyanddesperate for my fingers," I tell her, knowing I'm right.
“Yes, Seven…Yes, I'm so fucking needy for you.”She trembles, her voice cracking, trying to catch her breath just from my filthy words alone.
I nip at her earlobe and roughly sink my teeth into it, making her tremble as I dip my fingers into her cunt.
She melts into me as my fingers work their magic, thrusting deeply in a corkscrew-like motion, gliding sensually against her slippery pussy walls.
"Harder, Seven," she pleads, her breath heavy and ragged while her chest heaves deeply.
I oblige, feeling her body quiver with pleasure. The flames from the fire reflect in her dark eyes, and I watch as they dilate with desire.
It was wrong; I knew that, but there was something addicting about her that made me lose all control. And at that moment, I didn't fucking care.
All I wanted was to see her come apart in my fucking arms. And with each long, deep thrust of my fingers, she was getting closer and closer to that edge…because of me.
"I killed him," she blurts out, only realizing what she had saidafterit had involuntarily slipped from her mouth.
She tries to get off my lap—to run away, of course—but I hold her down and keep fucking her with my fingers, knowing it'll distract her from wanting to bolt.
"Seven," she moans, but there's a hidden tone in her voice that I can tell she's trying to mask.
She didn't want to open up, but shit, for me, I knew she would.