I’m in my bed, trying to ignore the morning sun as it slants down on me. I have a hell of a hangover from the last three days of hard drinking, and not much else going on in my life.

I have working at Cure. I have surfing. But for the first time, it seems like that’s not enough.

Unfortunately, I have an idea of just what would fill that person-shaped hole in my life. Or who, I should say. The hookups and flings that kept me going in the past do less than nothing for me now. I’ve had multiple chances the last few nights, and yet…

I’m not interested. And I blame most of that part on Emma. Every time I even think about another woman, it’s like… it’s like other women are in black and white. I know Emma exists in full color, and my enjoyment of the black and white women is just… less than it was a couple of months ago.

I throw my arm over my eyes to block out the sun, and curse Emma. If she wasn’t so… pert and bouncy… then maybe I would have a chance of not wanting her again like this.

Foolishly, I thought that having her once would be enough to get her out of my system. The problem is, instead of doing that, I think that fucking her somehow drove her further under my skin.

And of course the fallout from having sex with Emma is on my mind all the time. I swear, if it weren’t for the fact that Asher is such a big part of my life, I would say fuck it. I’d bury myself so deep in Emma, she wouldn’t know what hit her.

The fact that I am the only man she’s ever been with is still astonishing. I don’t know the details, the ins and outs of her life that well, but I like to think that she had plenty of chances with other guys… and she chose me. She waited around for me.

It’s a little mind blowing. That thought makes me oddly proud, at the same time it makes me feel a little ill.

I hear the front door open and close. I’m guessing that’s Asher coming home, since he wasn’t here when I came in drunk last night. He’s obviously getting some action somewhere else, because I haven’t seen him but I did see that he rifled through the drawers in the bathroom. He left the giant box of condoms empty, where before there were probably ten or twelve left.

Sex heals all wounds, I guess. Even if the wound is a horrible ex.

Actually, scratch that. Especially if the wound is a horrible ex.

I smell something. I take my arm off of my eyes, sniffing the air. What is that, coffee?

Rolling out of bed, I pull on a pair of sweatpants and pad out of my bedroom. I go down the hall and emerge into the kitchen, then stop. Emma is there, with her hair thrown up in a bun, hovering over the stove with a spatula in hand.

I scrunch my face. “How did you—”

My voice scares her, makes her turn and jump out of her skin. She puts her hand over her heart and fans herself with the spatula. I notice that she’s wearing a cute little pale pink sundress, the hem of it barely reaching mid thigh. I swallow.

“Good lord, Jameson,” she says. She acts like I’m in her kitchen, which is really confusing. “Do you want some coffee?”

I don’t move except to fold my arms across my chest. “Do I? What are you doing here?”

“Ummm… Asher gave me a key.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. Turning back to the stove, she starts using the spatula on some hash browns. “I um… I mostly wanted to apologize for being so pushy at the beach the other day. So I figured I would come over, make some breakfast, and help you study for the GED.”

Emma glances back over her shoulder. I’m sort of befuddled, so I head over to the kitchen table, and pull out a seat for myself. Squinting at her, I sigh.

“Your brother wouldn’t like you being here with me.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing that I don’t live to please Asher.” She goes over to the cabinet, and gets down two mugs and a glass. She pours me a glass of water first, coming over to set it down in front of me. “You smell like whiskey still.”

I pick it up, not mentioning to her that she’s been the cause of a lot of my misery for the last three days. This hangover is half her fault. As I down the water, she pours me a black coffee and then sets it in front of me as well.

She goes back to the stove, easing the hash browns onto two plates, and scrambling some eggs. While the eggs are cooking, she prods them gently with the spatula. I drink a little of the coffee, then get up to refill the water glass.

It’s awkwardly silent in the kitchen, mostly just me staring at her ass and her sun kissed legs. I down three more glasses of water, and half the coffee. I don’t want to admit it, but the water has already taken the edge off of my hangover.

She opens a plastic container of strawberries, cutting off the tops with a knife.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I say.

She just smiles at me over her shoulder, so I get up and head down the hallway to the bathroom. After a quick piss, I take a few aspirin and brush my teeth. I glance in the mirror and try to smooth down my hair a little bit.

Then I head back to the kitchen. There are two plates of food ready on the counter. She’s made toast in the toaster. I catch her putting a fingertip’s worth of some kind of jam in her mouth.

We make eye contact, and something dark and unspoken radiates between us. She sucks on her fingertip, which gets me hard as fuck. When she pulls that fingertip away from her mouth, a little smudge of jam is left just above her lip.

“You’ve got a little, um,” I say, gesturing to her mouth. I move closer.

She blushes and wipes at the wrong side of her mouth. “There?”

“No, let me…” I step up to her, and she tilts her head up at look at me. The second I touch my thumb to her lip, I know I’ve made a mistake. I freeze, my eyes finding hers. It’s so easy for her to turn her head a little and kiss my thumb. There is something obscene about her plump lips working over my skin, something I can’t just watch.

It’s even easier for me to grab her by the waist and haul her up on the kitchen counter, spreading her thighs and bringing us together. My mouth descends upon hers, hungry and demanding.

She opens her mouth and her thighs for me, drawing me in without a second of hesitation. Her hands slip around my neck, fingernails lightly scoring the flesh of my shoulders. I palm one of her breasts, then pinch her nipple, drawing a cry from her lips.

I trail kisses down her jaw, skipping over her neck, and bend down to nuzzle the space between her tits. I feel her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into the backs of my legs, pulling me as close as possible.

I reach down and pull her dress up, finding her bare underneath. I groan as I rip off one of the straps holding her dress up, kissing her newly exposed breast. I know I’m not being delicate with her, but I’m too entranced to care.

She doesn’t seem to mind, her head thrown back. She’s making these little oh sounds that are killing me, every second I’m not inside her.

Fuck. I need to have her, right this second. But a voice in the back of my head says that Asher could walk in any second… and the voice isn’t wrong.

I pick Emma up, with her legs still wrapped around my waist, and carry her down the hall to my bedroom. I get inside, closing the door behind us with a slam, and fall onto the bed with Emma still holding onto me.

Her breath leaves her in a whoosh as we hit the bed, but I use my elbows to keep most of my weight off of her. She kisses me, and I bite her lower lip. She grabs my head and bites me on the neck, which I swear makes my cock pulse.

“Fuck!” I grit out. “You are such a bad girl, Em.”

I squeeze one of her tits hard, and she gasps.

“Bad enough to get punished?” she whispers.

“Ohhh fuck,” I say, pushing her down on the bed. I look at her for a second, searching her face. “You don’t really want that.”

She struggles under me, trying to push me off. “Maybe I do.”

I bring my hand up to her neck, fitting my fingers around the slim white column of her neck. I apply just a little bit of pressure, making her gasp and writhe beneath me. When I release her, she tries to pull me closer for a kiss. I allow it for a moment, but then I pull back. There is much more I want to do to her.

I move back, kneeling on the bed, and ruck her dress up over her head roughly. I cast it aside, then I strip off my own sweatpants.

Her eyes are immediately drawn to my cock, which jumps at the attention she pays it. She looks up at me, biting her lip.

“Can I taste you?” she asks quietly, seeming unsure.

God, could Emma be any sexier? I reach down and stroke my cock with one hand, nodding.

“You sure you’re ready to give head?” I ask.

Her eyes twinkle a bit, and she pushes herself up on the bed. “It’s not rocket science, right? You just… you’ll have to guide me a little.”

“I think I can do that,” I say, amused. I look around my tiny room, realizing that there probably isn’t room for her to get on her knees comfortably.

But she surprises me by hopping off the bed and kneeling on the floor, looking up at me with complete trust.

“Like this?” she asks.

I get off the bed, taking my cock in my fist. I step closer, and she places a hand on my hip, looking at my dick. “That’s… perfect. Jesus, you’re hot when you’re on your knees like that.”

Swallowing, I look down at her heart-shaped face. Her pouty lips part as I guide my cock to her mouth. The second I touch my cock to her lips, the sensitive head probing the wet heat of her mouth, I have to close my eyes for a moment.

My dick twitches, and it takes everything in me not to just bury myself in her hot mouth. I imagine how I would do it. How good it would feel just to put my hand in her hair, to let go and fuck her mouth and throat.

But no. I open my eyes again, breathing hard. She’s looking up at me, her lips on the ver tip of my dick, her eyes telling me that she trusts me. I have to remember that.

“Open your mouth a little, and stick out your tongue,” I encourage her, pressing the blunt head against her lips. She does, rolling out the velvety tip of her tongue. It caresses the head of my cock, and sends tiny lightning bolts of electricity down to my feet. My toes curl.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I whisper. She nudges my hand out of the way, closing her little fist around my cock. I put my hand into her hair as she sinks her mouth down on my dick.

I wince a little as her teeth get the sensitive spot under the head. “Watch your teeth,” I warn, tightening my grip on her hair.

She corrects herself, covering her teeth with her lips. She then starts to work her head forward and back, fucking me oh so slowly. I groan as she picks up the pace a little, closing my eyes and leaning my head back.

Usually when I’m fucking a girl’s pussy or ass, I’m in a position of complete control. I can stop or slow down as often as I want, which helps me keep from blowing my load before I’m ready. Even with throat-fucking, I am in control more than I am now.

And control is something I desperately need to have, especially now. Especially with Emma. I have to remember that this is only her second time having sex; I can’t scare her off of going down by grabbing her and fucking her throat. And as much as I’d like to cum in her mouth, I know that I can’t. It’s too much.

“Fuckkkk,” I hiss. Her mouth feels incredible, it’s going to be hard to restrain myself. “Okay, okay. You have to stop, otherwise I’m going to finish in your mouth.”

I gently grab her face and push her back. She sits back on her heels, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand.

“You taste good,” she says, her eyes scanning my face. “Did I do it right?”

“Your mouth is incredible.” I pull her up, and then toss her onto the bed. “I just didn’t want to cum in there, when there are so many other places that call my name.”

She giggles for a second. I grab her knees and force them apart, leaning down to kiss her tits. Then I go straight for her pussy, spreading it with two fingers, and licking her clit.

Emma cries out and buries her hands in my hair, her back bowing. I trace figure eights around her clit and dip my tongue into her pussy, loving the scent and taste of her. Just as she gets worked up, her juices flowing, I press her knees up and lick my way around the tiny pucker of her ass.

“Oooh!” she cries, startled.

I kiss and lick it for a second, penetrating her ass with the tip of my tongue. Then I break away, kissing her inner thighs, kissing and biting her breasts.

“I want you to touch yourself again,” I whisper in her ear. “While I’m taking you from behind, I want you to make yourself come.”

She nods eagerly, and I flip her over. She braces herself on her knees and elbows, showing her pretty pussy and ass to me. I grasp my cock, pressing the head to her entrance.

I lean in, then I stop for a second. “Fuck, I have to grab a condom.”

“No, no you don’t,” she says, a little bit breathless. “I mean, assuming you’re clean. I’m on an IUD.”

I answer her by leaning over to kiss her on the back, right on her spine. She shivers, and I grasp my cock again. I press my cock to her entrance.

“Touch yourself,” I order. She reaches under her body, and starts to play with her clit.

I plunge inside her, and hear her gasp. It feels so hot and so tight that I have to go slow, otherwise I’ll come right away.

“Oh my god,” she gasps. “Jameson, your cock feels so good.”

I grab her hips and use them as leverage while I fuck her, working my cock in and out of her pussy. She begins to tighten her pussy even more as she plays with her clit. I focus, closing my eyes, and try to hit her g-spot every time I thrust.

Finally she bursts, coming with a shout. I speed up as soon as I feel her begin to spasm, letting myself pound into her like a jackhammer. She cries out my name, which has never sounded better.

I feel my cock start to twitch and pulse as I drive home again and again. I feel like I’m coming like a fucking fountain, her pussy milking my cock for everything it’s worth.

“Fuck!” I shout. “God damn, Emma.”

I catch myself before I slump face first into her back, diverting my weight to fall beside her instead. She doesn’t move, she lies on her stomach, facing away from me, her breathing ragged.

I struggle for breath too, but I also feel an overwhelming need to kiss her. I turn her over to face me with one hand, and cup her cheek.

“You okay?” I ask, scanning her face.

She gives me a lazy smile. “More than okay.”

I kiss her on the lips, slow and steady. When I pull back, she looks at me with a crooked grin.

“Do you think our food has gotten cold?” she says with a giggle.

“Yep.” I pull her close. “Guess we’ll have to think of some other way to satisfy ourselves.”

She laughs, and I grin. I’m not entirely joking, but I think she knows that.

Or at least she will in a few minutes…