CHAPTER TEN
EMMA
I laid in bed that night, trying to sleep, but all I kept thinking about was how close I came to having sex with Marcus Pratt. We came so close I felt his cock pressing up against me. It was so large and hard, the memory of it almost brought me to orgasm on its own. He had wanted me, and his body had told me that.
I was giddy with excitement, and felt a fire burning inside of me as I thought ahead to next weekend. The fact that we might actually make this happen, that I might finally get to sleep with the man of my dreams, had me excited beyond belief. My heart was beating hard in my chest and adrenaline still coursed through my body as I thought about it. As I imagined what it might be like to finally fuck him, I began to touch myself. Circling my clit with my fingertips, I imagined his tongue against me, kissing and licking my most intimate parts. I reached for my dildo, which was tucked away in my bedside table, something my parents would be appalled to know I had, and slipped it against me.
As I imagined Marcus on top of me, his hard body pressing down on mine and feeling him inside of me, I slid the dildo in my pussy slowly, gasping with both pain and pleasure as it entered me.
I'd need to get used to this, I thought. If I wanted to be with a man like Marcus, I'd need to get used to having a large cock inside of me. Slowly, I moved it in and out of me with one hand, quivering with pleasure as I circled my clit with the other.
“Yes, Marcus,” I muttered, thrashing my head side-to-side. “Yes, yes, Oh God, yes!”
My orgasm came on quickly, sending me into spasms of pleasure. The thought of how close we'd come to sealing the deal sent ripples of intense sensation through me. And as I came, I imagined wrapping my legs around his waist and coming hard, calling out his name as an electrical energy moved through every muscle of my body.
One week. One week until the real thing.
It was going to be one long week, that was for sure. Marcus better not change his mind, or else I was going to be one sad girl. I was looking forward to this more than anything I'd ever looked forward to in my entire life.
My body starting to come down off the orgasm high. I slipped the dildo out of me and cleaned it off, a smile on my face.
I didn't care what my father thought of Marcus, I thought he was perfect. His past was his past, but that didn't define who he was today. He was a good man, an honorable man.
And we were finally going to be together.
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“Emma, we need to talk,” my dad said as I walked upstairs the next morning.
He was sitting in the kitchen at the table with his cup of coffee, pretending to look at the newspaper. It seemed pretty clear that he'd been waiting for me.
“Right now?” I said, opening the fridge to find something for breakfast. “I just woke up.”
“Yeah, right now,” he said, putting the newspaper down.
I closed the fridge and grabbed a banana off the counter instead. Sitting down across from my father, I waited for the lecture to start. I steeled myself for it, reminding myself to not roll my eyes or sigh dramatically – to just listen and endure.
Instead of a lecture though, I got a question I wasn't expecting.
“Are you sleeping with Marcus Pratt?”
I nearly dropped my banana and stared at him open-mouthed. “What? Why would you think that?”
Had he spied on us last night? I thought back, trying to remember if the curtains in the kitchen had been open or closed and couldn't recall. Usually, they were kept closed as Marcus was someone who appreciated his privacy.
“Because you two were together late last night,” my dad said after a few moments of staring me down. “And because of how defensive you were when we spoke yesterday.”
“Doesn't mean I'm sleeping with him,” I said.
In my head, I added “yet” to the end of that sentence, but there was no way in hell I was going to say that to him. I tried my best to not look guilty about lying to my father and wasn't quite sure that I'd pulled it off. I'd never gotten anywhere near as good or comfortable as Riley when it came to lying. I always felt bad and most of the time, it showed in my face.
But technically, it wasn't a lie. We hadn't slept together. Not yet at least. He didn't ask me if I was going to sleep with him, he just asked if we had.
“Dad, seriously, stop being paranoid,” I said. “Not that it's any of your business, but I'm still very much a virgin. Unlike my sister.”
“Hey now,” Riley said, walking in just at that moment. “I'm not sleeping with anyone.”
“Sure, you're not,” I said sarcastically. “But either way, I haven't had sex with anyone. Period. Marcus or otherwise. I just think you need to loosen up and let me make my own choices. I'm an adult now, if I wanted to sleep with Marcus – ”
Riley turned around and stared at me, wide eyed, her mouth hanging open. “You're sleeping with our neighbor?” she said. “Eww. He's old.”
“Did you miss the part where I said I'm not sleeping with him, Riley?”
“But you want to, right?”
“Argh,” I put my head down on the table. No one was listening to me. “Honestly, my sex life is no one's business. No one's but my own.”
My mom's voice piped up as she entered the kitchen, “You're having sex? With who?”
“Can I go now?” I asked, looking at my dad with an exasperated look on my face. “Before the entire neighborhood deems it necessary to join in on this conversation.”
“Sure, you're excused, Emma,” my dad said softly. “But please, be careful around Marcus. He has a reputation with women.”
This again? I was no longer in the mood to argue. I grabbed another banana from the counter and hurried back downstairs, slamming the door behind me. I heard my dad telling my mom what we'd been discussing, and how I was not having sex. Not with Marcus. Not with anyone.
When would they all realize my sex life was none of their business?