Under the Surface (22 page)

“No clue,
dude. I found them upstairs and asked them to play. But if they’re underage,
they just handed themselves over to the cops by going upstairs.”

The rest of
us in the basement are twenty-one or older. So we don’t have anything to worry
about with the cops. Maybe Tyler and Blake do because this is their house, but
they don’t look too worried at the moment.

“Anyone down
here?”
I hear from the top of the stairs. Two officers enter the
basement. “Time to clear up. Everyone out.”

We follow the
orders of the police officers. It looks like they aren’t checking anyone’s ID’s
just clearing out the house.

“You think
you’re going to get hit with a fine, Blake?”
Noel asks as our group
gets to the top of the stairs.

He scratches
the back of his neck. “No clue, but it looks like Tyler stayed downstairs to
talk to them. I shouldn’t leave him to deal with that on his own. You guys got
a ride home?”

“No,”
Noel says. “We took my car here, but there’s no way I can drive
back.”

“Fuck. I
would ask you to stay here, but I don’t want you to wait around for all this
shit to blow over. Here give me your keys.”
She goes through her
purse to find her keys then hands them to Blake. “I’ll drop your car off in the
morning,”
he tells her.

Noel gives
him a kiss goodbye.

Following a
large group of drunk college kids, Mason, Noel, Emmy, and I leave the house.

We look like
quite the sight, the four of us. We’re walking mostly half-naked and in bits
and pieces of ridiculous costumes.

Our group
decides to go to Emmy’s since it’s the closest. Somehow Noel talks Mason into
carrying her on his back as we make the long trek to Emmy’s apartment.

* *

Mason and Noel are crashing on Emmy’s
couch and floor. I’m in her kitchen with her while she grabs a glass of water.

“I was bummed
when the game ended. I have to admit, I never played strip poker before, but it
was really fun.” Emmy says.

“I think
everyone enjoyed playing with you. It took balls to sit at that table in your
underwear.”

“
I still can
’t
believe I did that. I also stole Blake’s jersey in the process. It didn’t
register with me that I wore it home until I looked in the mirror. But he does
have my costume so I think we can call it even for the moment. I can always get
Noel to give this to him later.”

That brings
me to something I was wondering about. “Is there something going on between the
two of them? I got a vibe earlier.”

“They’ve been
hooking up off and on. Nothing serious though. Noel isn’t really looking for a
relationship; she just likes to have fun with guys. And there’s nothing wrong
with that.”

“True. She is
a bit of a flirt. That’s something I’ve also caught on to.”

Emmy laughs
before taking a sip of her drink. “Oh she’s quite the flirt. She has such a way
with men it always keeps me in awe. I’ve never been able to be as forward as
she is. I mean, I can say some straightforward shit, but sexually it takes me a
little longer to warm up to someone.”

“Yes. I know
that to be true.”

She playfully
punches my arm. “Hey, from what you’ve told me, Ren, you waited a while to make
a move on me too. But I was talking about the past. With guys I’ve been with
before, I could never go out and say some of the things Noel is able to say.
I’m jealous of her.”

“
I don
’t think you
need to worry about being forward to guys any longer. You could pretty much say
anything to me and I’ll find it sexy.”
I tell her.

She steps
closer to me. “I’m wearing granny panties.”

I stifle a
laugh, and Emmy can’t hide the amusement in her face.

We both know
that
isn
’
t true.

“That doing
it for you, Ren?”
Emmy asks with a lower register to her
voice. She’s looking right up at me, pushing her body flush against mine. All
previous laughter in her voice is gone.

She knows the
exact affect she has on me. I decide to take control, drive her as crazy as she
drives me.

I walk
forward, forcing Emmy to take backwards steps. Just before her body touches the
counter behind her I lift her up onto it.

Her gasp of
surprise causes the corner of my mouth to raise. Emmy spreads her legs apart,
allowing me the perfect amount of space to fit in between.

I press my
hard-on against her, answering her earlier question.

I move my
mouth to her ear, tracing the outer shell with my tongue.

“Yes, Emmy,
it does.”

“
Mmhm
,”
she answers. Her eyes are
closed and her lips part slightly.

We’ve kissed
plenty of times since we first had sex, but we’re yet to repeat the night in my
truck. I wonder if tonight will be when that finally changes.

When Emmy
opens her eyes all I see is fire.

I grip the
back of her head, pulling on her hair as I crash my lips onto hers.

Emmy’s hands
move to my back. I’m still shirtless from the game of poker. She drags her
nails along my skin, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

Her legs wrap
around me and I find myself pulling the Yankee’s jersey off her body
—
snapping the buttons off in the process.

I’ve been
patient with Emmy. She said she wanted to ease herself into all the aspects of
a relationship, and I respect that about her. But from the reaction of her
body, and her frantic movements, I can tell this is different from all the
times we’ve made out in the last week.

“More,”
Emmy whispers against my mouth.

“Hmm?”
I ask her as I flick my tongue along the sensitive skin below her
ear.

“I need more,
Ren. More than just kissing. Please.”

This is what I’ve
been waiting to hear.

“You told me
you wanted to take things slow.”

“Well, I
obviously wasn’t thinking straight when I said that. Now kiss me, and take me
to my room. Now.”

How could I
say no to that?

I lift Emmy
off the counter and carry her into her room.

I kick the
door closed behind me and gently toss Emmy onto the bed.

She laughs as
her body lightly bounces on her mattress. I crawl on top of her and kiss her
again, enjoying the soft, plump feeling of her lips.

I grab one of
her breasts and move my thumb along the soft swell.

“As much as I
love this bra,”
I tell
her.
“I much prefer you out of it.”
I move my hands to her
back and undo the clasp.

I toss her
bra somewhere across her room, not thinking twice about it. All I can focus on
is how sexy Emmy looks lying topless on her bed. Her hair fanned out and her
lips slightly swollen.

“I must have
done something really good in my life, because I don’t know how the hell I
deserve you, Emmy.”

“I think the
same thing,”
she says softly.

Her thought surprises
me. If anyone deserves something good, it’s Emmy. All the shit she’s dealt with
in her life. Losing her mother, moving out and being on her own at eighteen.
She could do a million times better than me, but I’m grateful I’m lucky enough
to be what she wants.

Emmy pulls me
onto her again, kissing me with such passion that it has me straining against
my boxers.

I slip my
hand into her underwear, finding her wet and ready for me.

“You’re
soaked,”
I tell her before pushing two fingers inside her.

She moans
into my mouth. Her breathing hitches as I finger her faster. I love the
desperate sounds falling off her lips, they only make me hotter for her.
Suddenly, I’m desperate to have her screaming my name; desperate to get a taste
of her.

I drag her
panties down her legs and throw them to the floor. I push Emmy’s legs apart and
move my mouth to her.

I lick her
once, just to hear that sharp intake of breath. Emmy moves her hands to my hair
and tugs gently. That only inclines me to move faster. I circle her opening
with my tongue and feast on the taste of her. I rub her clit with the pad of my
thumb as I continue my movements with my tongue.

“Ren,”
she moans.

My tongue
replaces my thumb and I start with fast flicks before sucking the tiny bud into
my mouth. Her loud breaths are the only sound in the room, and I know she’s
close when I feel her thighs tense up beneath my hands.

She’s saying
my name now, each time getting louder as her climax gets closer.

Just as she’s
about to come I shove two fingers into her and push upwards, never stopping the
attention I’m giving her clit.

She calls out
my name as she comes and fists her hands into my hair.

“Oh my God,”
she says. Still breathless from her orgasm. “Why did I ever think
it was a good idea to take things slow with you?”

“Don’t think
I’m done with you yet.”

“Oh, I was
hoping you weren’t.”

“
Fuck
,”
I say when I remember that I don’t have any condoms with me.

“What?”
she asks. Emmy raises her body up to her elbows.

“Please tell me
you have condoms. I didn’t bring any with me.” I say as I strip out of the rest
of my clothes.

“Is that what
you just freaked out about? Don’t worry I’ve got some.” She opens her bedside
drawer and I stop her.

“Wait. You
owe me a look,” I say, pointing to her table.

She shakes
her head, laughing, “No way.” I move too quickly for her, pulling the drawer
open.

Emmy sits
with a horrified, yet amused look on her face while I take a peek. I find
condoms, several tubes of lip balm, one of those long lighters for candles,
play-doh
,
and a vibrator.

Well, well,
well.

I raise my
eyebrows at her. “I’m trying to get over my excitement at finding your
vibrator, but I’m too distracted by the fact that there’s play-doh in here.

Emmy laughs.
“I honestly don’t know why I have that in there.”

“You are so
much kinkier than I thought you were.” We both laugh this time. I grab a
condom, closing the drawer, and Emmy takes it from me.

“Let’s
discuss my random assortment of crap later. We have more fun things to do right
now.” Our laughter fades when Emmy rips open the foil package with her teeth.

Just when I
thought this woman couldn’t get any hotter.

I move back
to a kneeling position on the bed. Emmy moves her body forward, I think she’s
about to slip the condom on me, but she takes me in her mouth instead.

“
Fuck
.”
I say again. I close my eyes and tip my head back as I feel myself
reach the back of her throat. She keeps one of her hands on my hip and uses the
other to jack me when she sucks me off.

She works me
over with her mouth and the feeling is incredible. I don’t want her to stop,
but I don’t want to come just yet. I need to be inside of her when that
happens.

Reluctantly,
I move her head off me and she gets the signal to roll the condom on me.

“On your stomach,”
I
tell her.

She rolls
into the position and shoots me a sassy look over her shoulder.

I love looking at her skin. It
’s so pale and smooth. The feel of it is incredible. To tease her
I drag one of my fingers down her spine, making her shiver. On the way, I
notice the faintest hint of a scar on her back. Just a thin white line to the
right of the middle of her spine. She tenses up as I touch it.

I take my
hand off it and continue my pathway down her back.

When I reach
her ass, I give it a squeeze.

Emmy moves
her legs apart slightly. I get on top of her and move to push inside her.

It’s much
less rushed this time around. I enter slowly and groan as I feel her
stretching. I push until I feel my hips touching her ass.

I pump into
her, causing both of us to groan.

My pace
increases and I lift her hips to move deeper inside of her. The move is enough
to draw a
fuck
out of Emmy’s mouth.

“Harder, Ren.
Please, I’m so close.”

I give it to
her harder, moving my hips faster. I bring my hand to her clit and rub the tips
of my fingers against her. The first feelings of her body tightening for her
orgasm sets me off. As I come I bite the part of Emmy’s neck just at the start
of her shoulder.