Chapter 1: Introduction
Emma stared at the ceiling, her fingers tapping impatiently on her phone. The screen glowed in the semi-darkness of her room, casting long, dancing shadows across the pastel walls. Her breathing was shallow, her body taut with a tension that had nothing to do with the crime thriller she was supposedly engrossed in. The words on the screen blurred into an unreadable mess as her mind wandered, yet again, to the throbbing ache between her legs.
"Dammit," she muttered, tossing the phone onto the nightstand.
It bounced once, twice, before settling on the soft, plush surface. She rolled onto her side, the mattress creaking softly under her weight. Her gaze fell on the reflection of her body in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. The sight of her own curves, the swell of her breasts, the gentle curve of her hips, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through her. She was a mess, a hot, aching mess, and she knew it.
Her hand snaked down her body, tracing the curve of her hip, the line of her thigh. She paused at the edge of her pajama shorts, her fingers hovering over the fabric.
She could feel the heat radiating from her core, the dampness that had seeped through the thin material. She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She was so fucking horny, so desperate for release that she could barely think straight.
"Fuck it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her shorts, her fingers finding the wet, swollen flesh beneath. She gasped, her body arching at the contact. She was so sensitive, so ready, that even the slightest touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her.
She spread her legs wider, giving herself more room to explore.
Her fingers found her clit, swollen and throbbing, and she circled it slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure. A moan escaped her lips, low and guttural, as pleasure began to build in her core. She was so turned on that she could feel her own wetness coating her fingers, making them slick and shiny in the dim light.
"Oh god," she panted, her hips moving in time with her hand, grinding against her own touch. She slipped a finger inside herself, then another, fucking herself slowly while her thumb continued to work her clit. She was so tight, so fucking wet, that her fingers slid in easily, filling her completely.
She bit her lip again, harder this time, as she began to move her fingers in and out, slowly at first, then building up speed. She could hear the slick, wet sounds of her own arousal, could feel the heat building inside her, like a fire ready to consume her.
She added a third finger, stretching herself wider, and groaned at the sensation. Her body was on fire, her skin prickling with sweat, her heart pounding in her ears. She was so close, so goddamn close, that she could taste it. She could feel it in the way her muscles were tensing, in the way her breath was coming in ragged gasps.
Her body was coiled tight, like a spring ready to snap. She needed more, wanted more. She wanted to be filled, to be fucked. She wanted to be taken, to be used.
Her phone lay on the nightstand, within reach. She knew what she needed, what she wanted. She grabbed it, her fingers fumbling with the screen as she dialed the number from memory. It rang twice before his voice answered, gruff and sleepy.
"What the fuck, Emma? Do you know what time it is?" he growled.
She could hear the rustling of sheets, the creak of a mattress.
"I don't care what time it is, Jake," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I need you. I'm fucking desperate."
There was a pause, and then his breath hitched on the other end of the line. "Fuck, Emma. You shouldn't be calling me like this."
"I know," she admitted, her fingers working herself faster now, her body aching with need. "But I can't help it. I'm so fucking horny, and I can't... I can't do it myself. Not tonight.
Not when she was like this, so desperate and needy, her body aching for his touch. "Please, Jake," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, come over. I need you inside me."
She could hear him sigh on the other end of the line, but she also heard the subtle shift in his breathing, the slight catch in his voice that told her he was interested. "Emma," he said, his voice rough with desire. "You know I can't say no to you."
"Good," she said, her fingers still working her clit, stroking herself in time with the steady pulse of need between her legs. "Hurry.
Please," Emma pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation as she ended the call. She tossed her phone aside and let her hand slip beneath the waistband of her shorts once more. She was so close, her body taut and tense, ready to snap. But she wanted Jake's touch, his taste, his cock inside her, filling her, making her scream.
The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow. She lay there, pants and moans escaping her lips as she edged herself closer to the precipice, her fingers working her clit in desperate, erratic circles.
The door to her room burst open suddenly, startling her. She looked up to see Jake, his eyes wild and his chest heaving, as if he had run all the way over.
"Fuck, Emma," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. He tossed his keys onto the dresser and began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a fucking tease, you know that? Calling me up like this."
Emma couldn't respond, her breath caught in her throat as she watched him undress.
The door to her room burst open suddenly, startling her. She looked up to see Jake, his eyes wild and his chest heaving, as if he had run all the way over.
"Fuck, Emma," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. He tossed his keys onto the dresser and began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a fucking tease, you know that? Calling me up like this."
Emma couldn't respond, her breath caught in her throat as she watched him undress.
The door to her room burst open suddenly, startling her. She looked up to see Jake, his eyes wild and his chest heaving, as if he had run all the way over.
"Fuck, Emma," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. He tossed his keys onto the dresser and began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a fucking tease, you know that? Calling me up like this."
Emma couldn't respond, her breath caught in her throat as she watched him undress.