Blasphemous (Torn #3)(24)

My parents were the most selfish people I know. Why would they miss me now? They never did before. So I was calling bullshit on this gesture. Shaking my head in disbelief, I strode to where Emma was sitting, on the far side of the glass hall.

B

“Ready my love?” I bent down against her ear, whispering.

Looking at her flushed cheeks and the two empty shot glasses on the table, it was no wonder she was all red. I gave a questioning glance at Mo and Vincent and noticed that they too looked red. “What the heck did you guys drink?”

“Absinthe.”

“You took two?” I shrilled at Emma, who was beaming mad at me.

I leave her for ten minutes and I find myself with a tipsy Emma. She barely ate dinner. No wonder the alcohol went straight to her system.

“Yes, Bass.” She pulled my arm until her lips were against my ear. “Take me home. I want to ride you, babe.”

Okay, she really was out of it—well, I hoped she was. “Let’s get you home. Can you walk at all?”

Why did she have to look so adorable staring at me like I walked on water? I just wanted to kiss her until she passed out. It may not look it to others, but I was desperate for this lady. Loving her was a point of no return.

“I’m cool, BC.”

Always. “Right, of course you are.”

Helping her up, I was relieved that she didn’t have a hard time walking and, after a quick ride, ten minutes later, we were back home. “Do you still want a massage or do you want to go straight to bed?” I checked with her.

Emma simply gave me an evil stare, like she couldn’t believe I would dare ask such a thing. “For real, dude? Hell, I want a massage. Anything to get your hands on me again.”

“A few more days, my love. Not too long now.” I kissed her for a few minutes before letting her go. “Go change, I’ll be there after I have a quick shower.”

“Alright. Don’t take too long!” she called out, blowing me a kiss before she went inside her room.

After a quick shower, I went straight to Emma’s bedroom with massage oil in hand. I was surprised to find her on her stomach, naked and ready. “Emma? You didn’t have to take off your underwear, you know.”

Emma cocked her head sideways, biting her lip. “Whatever. You’re the one who insisted that I didn’t wear any at home. Besides, you were the one who initiated this ‘no sex until LA’ rule. I’m cruel, I know, but I want you to suffer just a tad bit.”

She’s throwing down a challenge.

“I won’t be seduced,” I succinctly said as I placed the massage oil on the side table before I sat on the bed. Her perfectly contoured body was too hard not to stare at.

Even though I was acting nonchalant and all, inside, I was getting frustrated. I loved—no—I worshipped this body of hers. Everything about it, I adored. From her full perky breasts, long legs, not to mention, how tight and well-shaped her ass was. Most of all, Emma had the prettiest pu**y I’ve ever seen on a woman. Hers doesn’t look overused—intact and f*uking perfect. The feel of her, damn, it was sublime, too.

“Afraid to touch me, aren’t you?” Emma spoke, breaking my train of thought.

“Afraid? Nah, not an iota, my love.” I grabbed the bottle and gave her ass a good spanking.

“Ooh!” the vixen purred in delight.

f*uking hell! I shook my head, wondering how in the world I was going to sleep tonight, blue balls and all.

Pouring the oil in my hands, I slowly rubbed it all over her body. Honestly, I had never done this before, but for Emma, I was going to give it my best try.

Emma was silent as I kneaded her back. Apart from the soft sighs, I was grateful that she didn’t say anything provocative. My cock was hard as I glided my hands down, skipping her butt along the way and going straight to her feet.

I suppose my kneading wasn’t so bad after all since Emma hadn’t said anything after ten minutes had passed. I was thinking about all the fun things we could do when we got back home when I heard her.

“Bass?”

My hands trailed on her legs with utmost concentration. “Hmm?”

“I was wondering, have you tried anal before?”

I stopped, blinking a few times, trying to comprehend her question and, at the same time, wondering if she was going to ask about my past. “Yes, I have. Why? Are you asking about my sexual history?” I suspiciously asked.

“No, well if you want to, I suppose.” She waited for a few seconds before speaking again. “Well, I was thinking… would you want to try it with me?”

f*uk, I cussed inwardly as my cock raged on, urging me to scream yes. “Have you tried it?” I wondered out loud.

“No, but I want to… with you.”

“I’ve never done it with a virgin before, but from what I’ve heard, it’s much more painful. Think about it for a few days. You know, when the time is right… wait it out until you’ve decided,” I rationally spoke. Although the thought of taking her there, marking her as mine where no man has ever been, was messing with my head—north and south.

“That’s fine. Maybe you’re right; I need to wait it out. Maybe my husband would appreciate it, you know? At least he gets one virgin out of two.”

I froze. Husband? She was thinking of her future husband? “You’ve thought of marriage?” I asked in the calmest voice I could muster as my hands trailed in between her thighs. The hunger to just slide a finger in and see how wet she was, the need to just feel her, was getting stronger by the second.