Stay for Me (9 page)

“Emma, you don’t have to do this. Come
here,” he said and tried to pull her up onto his lap.

She stayed planted.
“Except
I do need to do this, Sam.”

“Need to? Because trust me, it’s not a
requirement. It kills me that I made you feel that way.”

“Sam,” she said but lost whatever else
she should say in that moment.

His thighs relaxed and his hips scooted
forward in the cutest way, like he was offering up his lap as a soft place to
rest her head while they debated whether or not she would ever be able to do
this properly. Maybe it wasn’t a deal breaker, but the profound sadness she saw
him trying to hide made her relentless in this desire to figure it out.

Her friend and ex-Army soldier had
played dress-up for her, for God’s sake, in a Navy uniform of all things. She
owed him this and took a chance with her next words, feeling fairly certain she
knew the answer.

“You’ve never had this done full-on and
properly before, have you?” Silently she prayed he’d say no because she
realized what a silly question it had been as soon as it slipped out.

Look at the man. He was gorgeous, built
beyond belief, and a complete gentleman. Women with way more experience than
her would surely have lined up to do him the favor. She’d seen them salivate
for the chance here every night.

Whatever the truth, he quietly told her,
“No.”

She tugged her bottom lip in as she
surveyed his delicate yet powerful cock, poised and ready to be claimed. The
sudden realization hit hard. If she didn’t do it, eventually, Sam was going to
find someone who would. He’d settle down with someone. An ache wormed its way
through her heart.

A gust of his breath blew down over her
forehead.

“Hold on,” she said. “I’m not giving
up.”

“Hon,” he started to say. The endearment
melted her senses. Another check mark on the good relationship list he’d
started earlier. “Is this stubborn you or determined you?” A hot breath poured
out from his lungs.

“Both,” she said, refusing to lose
contact with his eyes right now.

His eyes closed for a second. He wiped a
hand over his mouth, then plugged his nostrils for a split second and sniffed in.
His eyes turned dark green, the gray in them taking over and turning her to
almost nothingness. “Just the head, if you can. That would be
perfect,
you don’t need to do anymore. I’m just too fucking
big.”

The fact that she never heard him curse
around her said everything.

Emma undid the rest of the buttons on
her shirt-dress, amazed he’d made that request, skipping over the ones that
he’d already expertly started and undone, and let it fall to the ground.

“No, you’re perfect, Sam Jason.”

She undid her bra and sucked in a breath
as she let it fall, too. His eyes, hooded and heavy with thick lashes, acted
like an observant spy, collecting all her bits and pieces as evidence. She’d
never felt more wanted, more safe.
The best part?
He’d
looked at her once this way before.
Her idea?
She
prayed he liked it.

Emma went back to the spot between his
huge thighs and returned to her knees. She bent over and took just the head of
his cock into her mouth. His taste hit her immediately, and her teeth scraped
up against his sensitive flesh when her mouth tried to close around him. There
was no way around that.

She held him, salty and moist and hard,
in her mouth for as many seconds as she could before needing a breath. Sam let
out a soft groan. She hoped her teeth hadn’t hurt him.

When she breathed, she breathed him in
and then laid more kisses and long licks up and down. The way he held so still,
his breaths obviously being controlled to the nth degree, she prayed he was
into it. One more time, she spread her lips around his wet tip and this time
was able to take just a little more of him in. She let her tongue rub up
against him and in the same instant, felt his large, bare foot find her leg. He
massaged the length of her calf and could tell his toes were curled when, with
only his foot, he nudged her closer to him from the back of her thigh. The
movement knocked him out of her mouth.

“Sorry,” he let out. “I was distracted...want
you closer to me.”

“
Shh
,” she
said, then stood and tugged him up out of the chair. She tried anything she
could to give the uneasy feeling of
S
room the boot, but it hung over her like an insistent dark cloud. She did her
best to keep him from seeing it, unsure if it worked.

As he stood, he stopped her and took her
in his arms. “Thank you.” His words came out uneven. “I loved that.”

He’d loved it but hadn’t been pushed to
the brink of an orgasm. It hurt her to know she’d failed. But she was about to
make up for it—she hoped. Emma had to break away or she’d get lost in his
gentlemanly side, and tonight, as they’d both insisted, was about trusting each
other.
Which meant pushing each other to certain limits.
She’d agreed to this crazy ride, and she wasn’t abandoning him at the first
bump. If only this room didn’t feel so dark. Luka’s cruelty still clung to the
walls, the
ceiling, that
chair.

“I think this will work best if I lie
down on my back,” she said to him in her bravest voice.

****

“Okay.” Sam was all about agreeing at
this point. He hadn’t planned on Emma having
her own
agenda tonight. He’d get to his soon enough but the truth was they didn’t have
all night. The clock on the wall said it all. Soon enough, show number two would
end. But he wouldn’t rush her. She was trying so damn hard. Besides, he trusted
Gabe had his back.

She looked like an angel lying there on
the floor. And positioned like that, he finally got to see her in her entirety.
Her breasts were the first things to throttle him into overdrive, even though
she still wore her bra. Perfect, he knew they would fit one in each hand. Her waist
and hips were slender but despite what she thought, she looked nothing like a
boy. His hard-on should be evidence of that. Why wasn’t it, he wondered.

“Sam, down here,” she said, holding her
hands out to him. He wasn’t sure exactly what they were about to do, but he’d
done his research two years ago on several fantasy runs through the Internet
articles, because yeah, back then he’d thought about taking her often.
Missionary had ended horribly the first time around. She had to remember.

“Hon, you’re sexy as hell down there,
but we need to do this in the chair.”
When
you what? Spit it out, man.
“When I enter you.”
Total honesty—his only policy with her at this point.

She blinked, looked away, and then
pinned him with two even darker brown eyes. “I thought you were supposed to
be trusting
me.” She was pleading with him?

At that, he dropped to his knees and
straddled her at her waist. His dick sensed the proximity to her body, and he
had to remind himself how important it was to do this right this time.

“Come up here, closer.” She showed him
what she meant by placing her palms over her breasts.

He nearly died when she did that, except
if he fell, he would have squashed the life out of her so he fought to keep his
composure. On the way up her tight little body, he paused to drag a finger up
her thigh, trusting they were in this together.

“I haven’t touched you like this in so
long,” he couldn’t help but say. “I remember, you know.”

Her brows puckered together and she
nodded like she’d needed to hear that as much as he’d needed to say it. He
still got the sense something in this room haunted her.

Her pink, gloss-free lips drifted apart
and he reveled at the small sound of her breath hitching in and out. Gentle. He
took a chance and used his one finger to travel over the top of her thigh, to
the inside. He parted her at her core, keeping his eyes locked on hers. What
was it about this woman?

The swirling look of wonder, relief, and
sadness coloring her face made his heart clench. He’d never felt this much
emotion with a woman. His body started the process of pumping out his seed. The
head of his cock sat there so close to what he was doing between her legs with
his finger that he could feel the tip leaking at the same time he felt how wet
and slippery she was. Her emotions bled into him, filling him with her need,
combining with his. He felt that was the most extreme sensory experience he’d
ever had. With him so wet and her so wet…if this was happening, if they were
taking this all the way, he would need a condom, and fast. Thanks to Jay, he
knew where to find them.

“Hon?
Hold on.” Sam
went to the wipes dispenser mounted on the wall and felt behind it where the
other guys stocked condoms.

He tore one off a strip and brought it
back. “I want you safe.
Always.
No matter
who
you’re with.”

That brought out an immediate frown. She
started to say something but quieted for a second.

“Wait, not yet,” she said as he started
to rip it open and slide it on. “Don’t open it yet.” Was she blinking back
tears? Her eyes were dry.

Trust, he reminded himself. Trust her.

All he could think to say was, “Okay.”

She held her outstretched arms up to
him, beckoning him to again straddle her. When he did that, making sure his
dick was well clear of her
opening,
she grabbed his
forearms and gently tugged him down.

“I’ll mash you, Emma.”

That dark, haunted look in her eyes
seduced and slapped him into submission. Her actions finished him off. She let
go of his forearms and took her breasts in her hands and pushed them together,
making the most luscious little valley. One he could slide himself in and out…

She lifted her hips below him, the flesh-covered
bones nudging into his ass cheeks. The movement caused him to scoot forward, up
her body, nearing her awaiting breasts.

“I just…I thought we could try this,”
she said, scorching him with the uncertainty he heard. His battle for restraint
and the time he took had caused her to doubt that he was dying to push himself
into that perfect space. No control whatsoever would get her hurt again. He had
to get his head straight. Meanwhile, his cock was so
fricking
ready for this, to slide between those two beautiful breasts. He dripped on her
chest, right between the two small creamy mounds.

But she nodded that he’d guessed
correctly. “In lieu of other things I wish I could do—”

He was out of words and couldn’t handle
hearing the hurt in hers.

“Thank you, Emma.”

Sam hadn’t asked her a question but she
said, “Yes.” As if she knew he needed to hear that one word first.

He braced his hands on either side of her
head to ensure he kept his weight off her. Looking down at her as she held
herself together for him, he slid his cock up the fleshy center ridge of her
ribs and then held himself still.

This was pure bliss. Already, like
nothing he’d ever felt before. But when he rocked his hips further, and pushed
higher up, and then she tilted her chin downward so that the head of his cock
tapped her chin and then her open mouth, he nearly lost it.

The fantasy of allowing
himself
to shoot his cum into her mouth like this was
overwhelming and made him pump faster and harder. All the while he paid
attention though, making sure she was still holding her breasts for him and
letting her tongue seek him out with each thrust.

Her breath kept hitching, in and out.
The face she made, thank God it left no questions. It wasn’t a smile but she
needed this as much as he, if that was possible.

That was why the tickle and swirl
happening in his stomach caught him off guard. He had to stop mid-thrust to
avoid coming and having it land in her pretty hair, on her pretty face. One
more squeezing of his ass muscles and the tip of his cock nudged up against her
chin one final time right before he forced himself up, spun around to the dark
corner, and exploded onto the wall.

He closed his eyes tight, ashamed he’d
lost control like that as his cum shot out forcefully. He let his forehead
crash against the wall. “I’m sorry,” he said.

He felt her hand caress his ass cheek
and looked down to see his cock respond with a slight upward jerk. “Don’t be,”
she said and then slid her hand into his, prompting him to turn around. “You
didn’t have to run away just now. In fact, I’m kind of sad you did.”

She was giving him permission to do what
he’d just envisioned while standing there at the wall, coming. Her face
remained a dark mask of pleasure and pain. God, he wished he knew for sure what
had her down like this.

He followed her back, hand in hand.

When Emma laid down back on the floor
and tugged him down with her, he felt overwhelming amounts of frustration that
he’d lost that control. “I won’t do that again,” he said and walked himself up
on his hands and knees, then waited, hovering over her.