Chapter Thirty-Two:
Braxton
It’s been a few weeks since Emerson moved into her own place and began working at Greystreet. It’s a fairly busy restaurant that you can find a variety of music on most days, but the tips are what make it worth it. She’s only had a couple of jobs in her life, and honestly, she probably doesn’t need to have one, but I think she goes stir crazy in her apartment by herself.
We’ve been spending more time together now that we don’t have to worry as much about sneaking around Cade. The band finished recording a week ago, and we’ve been on a mini-hiatus. I haven’t seen him since the last day in the studio.
I know I can’t stall anymore when it comes to sex with Emerson. She’s been getting antsier and antsier the more we hang out. We’ve done just about everything except for intercourse. Not that I haven’t been dying for it myself; I just know it’s her first time and it’s putting a lot of pressure on me. I want it to be perfect for her, and I think I’m overthinking it too much.
I promised her tonight would be the night, and I’ve been anxious all day. As the hours’ tick by, my anxiety grows. She isn’t going to be able to get a redo of tonight, and although I can’t control everything, I sure like to try.
When I knock on her door, my stomach is in my throat. I wonder what she will be wearing, if she’s putting as much thought into this as I am.
“Hey,” she says when she opens the door, but I can feel the nerves spilling off her. She is wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans. I hug her and then close the door behind me.
“Hey you,” I reply, kissing her on the lips swiftly.
Her eyes are fixated on me, waiting for me to take the lead. Grabbing her by the hand, I lead her to the couch.
“How was your day?” I ask.
She sighs, and I can feel some of the tension dissipating. “Breigh is a hot mess. He’s stopped returning any of her phone calls and texts, and is ghosting her.”
Cade was so wrecked by their parents’ passing that he’s never fully recovered. He allows people the chance to get close to him, but when they get too close, he instantly puts walls up and pushes them away. Apart from the band, Emerson, and Mischa, Cade trusts only a handful of people.
“She deserves better than him,” I mutter under my breath.
“Yeah, she does. He’s my brother, and I love him, but most of the time I just want to strangle him.”
I chuckle. “I’ll make a note not to get on your bad side.”
“Can we not talk about Cade and Breigh for two seconds? I feel like I’ve been dealing with that drama for the past few months, and I need a brain break.” She pulls me closer, her arms tight around my waist.
I nod. “Better yet, we don’t even have to talk.”
She takes the hint by leaning in so I can press my lips against hers. We kiss passionately, wrapped up in each other for a couple of minutes before she begins pulling me to the bedroom.
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper, my heartbeat accelerating.
She looks back at me and then nods. “I’m sure.”
Taking a deep breath, I follow her into her bedroom, closing the door. I don’t know why I do this, maybe out of habit; she doesn’t have any roommates, so there’s no need.
Pushing her onto the bed gently, I climb on top of her, making sure not to crush her. I’ve swiped a lot of v-cards before, so I don’t know why I am so nervous. “Are you okay?” I ask before we’ve even begun removing each other’s clothes.
She nods. “Are you?”
“Yeah, I just… there’s a lot of pressure.”
She runs her fingers through my short hair. “I trust you.” Even though I believe her words, it doesn’t relieve any of the pressure. She pulls me in closer, kissing my shoulder blade.
Get out of your head, man.
I’m in this insanely beautiful girl’s bed, and I’ve never been more anxious to handle her with care. Helping her sit up, I remove her t-shirt slowly, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. I’m committing this moment to memory.
She is wearing a nude bra that I have off in seconds. Tossing it to the ground, I pull her into me, her breasts pressed up against my chest. “You know, we don’t have to do this,” I whisper into her ear, making her body tremble against me. My dick is getting harder by the second.
She pushes me away gently, enough to look me in the eyes. “I’m ready. Just… go slow.”
I nod, breathing in deeply. Removing my shirt, I toss it to the ground and then slide my finger across the waistband of her jeans. Popping the buttons open one by one, I pull them off her and add them to the growing pile of clothes on the ground. She reaches for the button and zipper of my pants, and they are off within moments.
Climbing back toward the headboard, I pull her into me, our legs tangled up in one another’s. I love the feeling of her bare skin against mine. I wish we could stay like this forever. Shit, what the hell is she doing to me?
I toss my thoughts to the side as I get further lost in Emerson. We are at a point of no return. I’ve made my choice, and we can’t go back. We are kissing passionately, and she is running her fingers up and down my back, sending chills up my spine.
Taking her bottom lip in mine, I suck on it gently, my finger rubbing against her cotton underwear and its elastic waistband. Her body jerks slightly as my fingers get closer to entering her. I continue kissing her as I push one finger in and out of her at a slow pace. Her hips rock with my motion and I can feel the blood pumping in my dick. I add a second finger and speed up, fascinated by the way her body reacts to my touch. I want her to always react to me this way.
She reaches for my boxers at the same time and pulls at them trying to get them off. I wiggle out of them, never taking my fingers out of her, and then gasp lightly when I feel her hand clasp around my shaft. She is moving her grip up and down along my dick, and it feels so good. I’m a little dry, but I spit on my other hand and give her a little assistance.
Finally, I remove her underwear, and we are both naked. It isn’t the first time we are seeing each other this way, but it’s the first time I am giving it the attention it deserves. I take time raking my lips across her skin from her head to her toes. She is wriggling around under me, and my dick is feeling stiffer by the second.
Scuffling around, I position Emerson on the bed on all fours. She is glancing back at me, timid and shy, but hungry for more. She is basically salivating for it. I chuckle internally and then lie down on my back, my head right underneath her juicy bottom lips. She gasps, not expecting me. I blow cold air across her slit, making her whole body tremble before taking my tongue across the opening. She tastes citrusy, like a tangerine, and it’s something I’ve never experienced before. Delving my tongue deeper inside of her, her breathing intensifies and she begins to moan gently.
I don’t want to hurt her, but I want to make sure she can handle all of me. I’m close to nine and a half inches, and thick. She grinds her pussy on my face, and I slowly work two fingers inside of her at the same time my tongue continues to pleasure her. She is getting worked up, in turn torturing me. My dick is rock solid and standing up straight. There is nothing more I want in this moment than to be inside of her. I slip out from under her, but continue to eat her out from behind. God, her ass is like a work of art. I slap her cheek gently and massage them both as I continue to suck her juices. When she is about to come, I stop abruptly with an evil smile.
She literally falls over helplessly on the bed, breathing deeply. “You’re really going to do me like that?” she whines, still attempting to catch her breath from the rollercoaster I took her on.
I nod. “Trust me. This is just foreplay, babe. The main event is yet to come.”
Her body tenses up with my words and I rub my hand gently up and down her bare back. “We don’t have to do this. We can put our clothes back on and go get a bite to eat.”
She looks at me like I’m crazy. “After that? For real?”
I chuckle. “Okay, then. Do you want me to continue?”
She nods eagerly, her eyes wide with need. Pushing her down onto her back, I climb back on top of her, my dick grazing her inner thigh. She gasps, seemingly unprepared.
“Are you okay?” I ask, pulling away.
“Yes,” she says with an exasperated sigh.
Easing myself back on top of her, I rub the tip of dick dangerously close to her shaved lips. She holds her breath as I run it up and down along her slit slowly. “Breathe,” I instruct her.
She glares back at me but does as she’s told.
I push inside of her slowly, in and out, working the tip of my dick in further. She grabs onto my arms, her fingernails digging into my skin. “Should I continue?” I ask.
She doesn’t say anything, just nods furiously with her eyes closed.
Upping my pace, my dick slides in and out of her with the most amazing friction. “God, you feel so damn good,” I say, nuzzling my head into her neck. She’s so damn tight.
She swallows and continues to remain silent except for the uncomfortable faces she is making each time I inch further inside of her. I stop moving, worried that I am hurting her.
“What’s wrong?” she asks after opening her eyes to assess the situation.
I begin to pull out when she grabs me, pulling me closer. “Don’t,” she says simply.
Without further worry, I push back inside of her, the tightness wrapping around my shaft like a pillow from Heaven. Speeding up my pace, I thrust in and out, in and out. “Shit,” I exclaim. I can feel the build-up, I’m close. Normally it takes me a good twenty minutes to get off, but with how tight she is, I’m surprised at my body. Condom. Get a condom. She just feels so damn good; I can’t imagine pulling out at a time like this… until I look down and Emerson is squeezing her eyes closed, and her face is contorted into what looks like the worst pain. That’s it.
I pull out and notice a little blood on the tip of my dick. “Oh, shit. I think you’ve just become official.”
She props herself up on her elbows, staring at me. “Was that it? Was that what all the hype is about?”
I chuckle. “How bad was it on a scale of one to ten?”
She sighs. “Pain-wise, I’d say maybe a five.”
I grimace. “Then that is definitely not what the hype is about. Don’t worry though… it only gets better from here.”
She falls back onto the bed, flat on her back. “I hope you’re right.”
I laugh again. “You think I’m joking, but I’m going to prove it to you.”
“Tonight?” she asks, and I can’t help but notice the worry in her voice.
“No, not tonight. You deserve a little rest. You’re no longer the oldest virgin I know,” I joke, poking her in the side. “This calls for a celebration!”