THATCHER
"Knock-knock," I yell, feeling weird just walking into Emma's house, even though she told me to. I hear water running somewhere in the apartment, so I walk in and sit down on the couch. I drop my messenger bag filled with takeout sandwiches, and look around. I love that Emma keeps the glass I gave her in a prime spot where it gets the sun. It's the focal piece of her entire apartment, and I smile, knowing she's thinking of me basically any time she's looking around her living room. I also definitely see now how she thought I made her a neuron.
The afternoon light catches the sculpture, and I follow the line of reflected light to the coffee table. "Hey now," I say to myself, seeing what Emma's got: an entire bag full of cartridges from the dispensary and…yep. A loaded vape pen just sitting on the table, begging me to try. I brought this girl sandwiches, I think. She can spare a hit.
I breathe in the smooth vapor, realizing Emma has acquired some seriously high quality THC. I'm just exhaling it all through my nose when Emma opens her bathroom door and sees me using her shit. She looks pissed.
"What the fuck, Thatcher," she shrieks. "I told you that's from my doctor. I'm not allowed to fucking share that!" She throws a shoe at me. Honest to god, reaches down, takes off her shoe, and throws it at me. I duck. "It's illegal and…" she grunts and throws the other shoe, "It's going to mess with Dr. Khalsa's results."
I set the vape pen down on her table and stand. "Emma, Jesus, I'm sorry. I took one hit." I pick up one of her shoes and hold it out to her, and she stares at it, laughing hysterically. Oh, so she's already stoned. I meet her eye and draw back, like I'm going to throw the shoe back at her. She squeals and fumbles around, reaching for the bookshelf.
"Thatcher Stag, don't you dare!" Emma yells.
"How do you like it, Chezz?" I toss the shoe at her, not hard, and both of us laugh when it hits her in the boob.
She gets closer and nails me with a book. "Will you knock it off? Fuck!" She hits me in the head with a hard back, and I stride across the living room to block her. When I get close, Emma yelps and starts running away with a copy of Harry Potter book 7. "Oh no. You're not throwing that at me. That's the heaviest one." I catch up to her in the hall and reach for the book. She's holding it up high as if I'm not almost a foot taller than her. But rather than snatch it easily from her hand, I decide to tickle her armpit.
She shrieks and tries to run again. It's on now. I can definitely feel a buzz, which makes this whole thing even more hilarious as I chase her. We're both laughing now. She tries to slam her bedroom door in my face, but I block her with my foot, wiggling my fingers like a tickle monster. Emma trips on a pair of shoes and goes to the ground. I drop on top of her, dodging a spike heel, and start to tickle the fuck out of her.
"Damn you, Stag," she grunts, kicking at me, but then she starts laughing a deep belly laugh when I find a sweet spot on her sides. She keeps on laughing and I pin her arms above her head with one hand, using the other to lift the hem of her shirt. I meet her eye, and then drop my head to blow raspberries on her stomach.
The sound of Emma laughing is probably the most magical thing I've ever heard, or maybe the vape cartridge was just that good. Soon I'm lying on top of her and Emma stops laughing when she feels me grow hard against her stomach. She breathes heavily for a minute, searching my face, for what I'm not sure.
I smile at her. "You ever fuck someone while you're high, Chezz?" She shakes her head. I drop one hand to her tits and squeeze. "You want to try it out?"
She lifts her head to take my mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. I respond in kind, thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth, hard, while I reach up inside her shirt to find her nipples. I fucking love how she feels under my hands, helpless with her arms pinned above her head, and loving it.
She moans as I circle one rosy nipple with my thumb, so I release her arms and get both hands on her sensitive tips. There's no finesse to how she's moving now. She's desperate, needy. I can tell her nerve endings are firing like crazy and I love seeing Emma unhinged like this. "Thatcher," she breathes, the sound of my name on her lips the biggest turn-on since I saw her naked for the first time.
Her hands fumble with my t-shirt and waistband, like she can't figure out which to take off first. I sit up to help her out, reaching behind my neck to strip off my shirt with one hand. "Ahhhh, shit," I hiss, as Emma dives into my jeans. She pulls out my shaft and gives my balls a squeeze. I look down as Emma climbs to her knees and drops her head into my lap. "Oh, fuck," I moan, as that pink tongue darts out and circles the tip of my cock. "Emma, holy shit. That feels so good."
I kneel on the floor of her room while Emma sits in front of me, sliding her perfect mouth along the length of my shaft. She's got one hand at the root of my cock and the other massaging my balls. This is an art form, a fucking thing of beauty. She looks up at me with those big, green eyes, her red hair tumbling all over her face, sticking to her sweaty cheek, and then she slides me so far into her mouth I can feel the back of her throat on my tip. I groan and drop one hand to her back, gently rubbing her, while the other rests on her head. I don't ever want this to stop…until I realize that I might blow my load in her mouth, and I haven't gotten to fuck her yet. "Emma, sweetheart, you gotta stop," I say, and she pulls off my dick with a wet-sounding pop.
"Or what, Stag?" she says. "What will happen if I don't?" She teases me like she's going to dive right back on to my dick, but I can tell she's playing with me now. I grab hold of her waist and spin her around until she's on her hands and knees on the floor.
"I'll fuck you from behind until you scream, Emma," I whisper into her ear as she moans. "That's what." I yank down her slacks and panties, pulling them just past her knees. I haul her up so she's on all fours and reach down to her center. I find her wet and hot, swollen and ready for me to slam inside her. "You want me to fuck you now?"
She nods, and I slide a finger inside her. "You're soaked, Emma. What's got you so wet?" I tease her, withdrawing my finger as I kick off my jeans and boxers. I kneel behind her, massaging her round ass, giving it a shake.
"Thatcher," she groans. "Please. Fuck me, Thatcher."
And there it is. With that permission I grab hold of her hip and drive inside her. Emma screams, delighted, and I wrap my other hand into her ponytail. I love how my fingers look entwined with the fire of Emma's hair. She bucks her hips back against me as I pound into her. I can feel my knees scraping on the floor and I know I'm going to have brush burns later, but I don't give a fuck. I've got an incredible woman wrapped around me right now and I don't ever want to let her go. The realization of that scares me for a minute, and I slow down.
Emma looks over at her shoulder, her eyes hot with lust, her mouth hanging open until she bites her lower lip. I meet her eye and redouble my efforts. She starts breathing heavier and lifts one hand, moving it to her clit so she can get herself off. "No," I growl, surprising us both as I push her hand out of the way. "I'm going to make you come, Emma. Me. I fucking love to make you come, Chezz," I say as I bury my hand in her red hair. One above and one below. I rub one of my thumbs along the back of her neck, and I rub the other in slow circles along her throbbing clit.
As Emma starts to moan, I drop back onto my heels, pulling her onto my lap so she's bouncing up and down on my cock. Lowering my hand from her neck to her chest, I feel her tits shake in my hand while she rides me. "I'm so close, Emma." I'm panting as I pull her against my chest. "I need you to come for me." And for probably the first time, she does what I tell her to. Emma starts to moan and I feel her pulsing around me, milking my dick until I blast off inside her.
"Emma!" I shout her name, pulling her in tight until the lightning stops, until the thunder of my orgasm quiets down and I can see again. Together, both of us gasping and slick with the sweat of exertion, we tumble to the floor in a knot of red hair, Emma's jeans, and wet pleasure from both our bodies.