The Night Off (14 page)

“Wow.” Emily’s lip quirked. “Confident, aren’t we?”

“Shouldn’t I be?” Nat covered Emily’s hand that held her cock with her own. She moved their fists along its length, hips pumping at the visual they were creating.

“Good point.” Easing closer, Emily kissed Nat on the cheek. “Do you want to put it inside me?”

Nat exhaled in a rush. “Yes.”

“Just…go slow.”

Softening, Nat whispered, “Of course.” She put her hand on Emily’s hip, then rubbed the head of the dildo over her labia. “Tell me if you want me to stop. You won’t hurt my feelings.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” Positioning herself over the tip, Emily cautiously sank down until she’d taken the first inch or so inside. “Don’t you
dare
stop.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Nat pressed her thumb against Emily’s clit, rubbing gentle circles to help her relax. Throwing her head back, Emily rolled her hips and eased the dildo deeper. Utterly transfixed by the fierce concentration etched on Emily’s face, Nat surged to the edge of orgasm. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

Emily tilted her hips, groaning, and bent for a deep, lingering kiss. By the time Emily pulled away to breathe, she was sitting on Nat’s lap, completely filled. Emily bit her lip in obvious pleasure, looking so beautiful Nat’s heart ached. “You feel so good inside of me.”

At a loss for words, Nat threaded her fingers through Emily’s hair and pulled her down for another kiss. She pumped her hips upward, matching Emily’s rhythm, and tried like hell not to come right away. Emily felt so good in her arms that she never wanted the moment to end. Their kissing started out ravenous but quickly slowed, growing more passionate as they moved together. Nat’s orgasm built, and the only way to delay it would be to make Emily stop so she could calm down—but that wasn’t an option. She refused to stop.

She
couldn’t
stop.

Nat’s climax hit her like a tidal wave, knocking the breath out of her lungs and liquefying her muscles. Breaking their kiss, she clenched her teeth and struggled to keep her eyes open, not wanting to miss one second of Emily’s rising pleasure. She changed the motion of her thumb on Emily’s clit, stroking up and down, until Emily bucked on her lap and then collapsed into her arms, shuddering her release.

Instinct took over and Nat gathered Emily to her, holding her so close she could feel the rapid thumping of Emily’s heart against her breasts. She buried her face in blond hair, afraid to let Emily see her eyes, because if Emily saw her eyes, she would know.

Nat was falling for her. Hard.

Troubled by the heavy silence stretching out between them, Nat murmured, “I think you just topped me.”

Emily ran her hand over Nat’s head, making her shiver. She started to speak, but her voice came out as a throaty rasp, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “Was it okay?”

“It was phenomenal.” Tamping down her high emotion, Nat loosened her hold on Emily and relaxed against the couch cushions. She rubbed her hands along Emily’s bare thighs and tried to muster up as much of her trademark swagger as she could. “So I wasn’t too big for you?”

Emily’s eyes sparkled as she smiled demurely. “Almost.” She patted Nat on the chest, then dropped her hand between her legs. Nat lowered her gaze to watch Emily’s self-pleasuring, touched by how unselfconscious she seemed to be. Emily sighed, undulating her hips to move on the cock. “I’m sure I’ll be sore later, but it’s worth it.”

Nat brought her hands up to cup Emily’s breasts. “You’re insatiable.”

“For you? Absolutely.”

Amazing, the way Emily could make her feel with only a few words. Nat’s chest swelled with joy, but she tried not to react too outwardly. Emily made her as nervous and awkward as a teenage boy, and just as deeply infatuated. She
liked
this girl, enough to want to date her—
court
her, even—and that put her in very unfamiliar territory. Dangerous territory, if Emily was as afraid of commitment as she seemed.

Emily’s smile faded slightly. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes.” Nat forced cheer into her voice. She couldn’t get too serious less than twenty-four hours after their first meeting. It wasn’t that she was thinking about marrying Emily—
yet
, her traitorous mind supplied—but simply talking about a potential relationship right now, before the weekend was over, would be overly presumptuous. Especially when she suspected that Emily was struggling not to turn around and run the other way.

“You’re sure?” Emily softened, caressing Nat’s cheek with her fingers. “You can tell me if something is wrong.”

Nat knew the offer was genuine, that Emily truly cared about her. She’d felt it in the kitchen, and even more so as they’d climaxed together on the couch. But she’d keep the depth of her feelings to herself for a little while longer. If she could spend the next twenty-four hours just making love to Emily Parker, maybe Nat could convince her that she was worth taking a chance on. Maybe Emily wouldn’t run away.

Nat sat up, catching Emily around the waist to keep her in place. “Everything is wonderful. I’m inside a beautiful woman with nothing to do today except make her come until she can’t take it anymore.” She buried her face between Emily’s breasts and inhaled, sighing in pleasure.

Emily chuckled, relaxing in her arms. “Right now I’m nowhere close to telling you to stop.”

Nat kissed the inner curve of her left breast, then the right. “Then I’d better get started.” She settled her hands on Emily’s hips, laving a turgid nipple with her tongue before pulling away. Time to take them back to Nat’s comfort zone—and Emily’s fantasy. “But first there’s something we need to address.”

Emily’s expression grew cautious. “What?”

“Your attitude. You, my darling, are a
very
naughty girl. One in desperate need of some correction.” Nat kissed her on the cheek as she helped ease her off the dildo still buried inside her pussy. Then she stood, pulling Emily off the couch and into her arms. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I want you to be comfortable for this.”

Trembling, Emily exhaled and relaxed into the embrace. Her hips bumped against the cock, sending an aftershock rocketing through Nat’s body. “What are you going to do?”

Nat released Emily, then took her hand and tugged her toward her bedroom. How to choose? There were so many ways she wanted to take Emily, and so little weekend left. She would just have to prioritize.

Knowing that Emily was waiting for an answer, Nat went with the truth. “Nothing you won’t love.”

Late Sunday afternoon, Emily lay naked on her stomach in Nat’s bed. Nat’s strong hands were rubbing her sore body, giving her a much-needed massage after a weekend filled with intense and frequent sex. Nat had taken her over and over, satisfying so many fantasies Emily had stopped keeping track. She’d been spanked, slapped, restrained, licked, fingered, and fucked in a dizzying variety of positions and role-play scenarios. They’d had sex in nearly every room of the apartment, and even once outside on Nat’s balcony in the middle of the night. The exhibitionism had thrilled Emily, just one more revelation in a weekend full of them.

She should’ve been happy. Satisfied. Instead, she was dreading the inevitable.

Emily needed to leave. Colleen would be home soon and wonder where she was. She had to mentally and physically prepare for work tomorrow. She had laundry to do. E-mails to write. Real life to return to.

As fun as this fantasy weekend had been, it was rapidly winding down. Nat probably had to work tomorrow, too. Surely she needed some time to recover before her next appointment. Emily sighed.

Nat ran her hands up Emily’s sides, caressing the swell of her breasts. “Sunday blues?”

Emily picked her head up and glanced over her shoulder at Nat, smiling. It was hard to believe they’d known each other for only two days. She was utterly at ease in Nat’s presence, and sometime over the past twelve hours, her guard had dropped considerably. If she didn’t feel so relaxed, she was sure she’d be panicking about that. But what she felt now wasn’t panic. It was an impending sense of loss. “Yeah. Sundays are rough.”

“Especially after a weekend like this.” Nat lowered her face, dragging her tongue along Emily’s spine until she reached the cleft of her buttocks. She cupped Emily’s ass, still tender from the weekend’s spankings, and gently smoothed over her sensitive flesh. “Emily, I really—”

Emily’s cell phone rang, cutting Nat off and causing Emily to jerk in surprise. Just like that, she knew the weekend was over. That had to be Colleen, wondering where she was. Heart pounding, Emily scrambled out from beneath Nat’s lean body to grab the phone from the nightstand where she’d plugged it in. The mellow relaxation Nat had spent all weekend inducing melted away as she answered the call, nervous that Colleen would somehow know what she’d been doing.

“Hey, Colleen.”

“Hey, do you know where I left my green sweater? The one with the hood?”

If Colleen suspected anything, she hid it admirably beneath her chipper tone and typical teenaged self-absorption. Emily’s death grip on the phone loosened. “Look in the dryer. I didn’t have a chance to put that load away.”

There was a pregnant pause as Colleen ostensibly walked to the laundry room. Emily glanced back and met Nat’s eyes, seeing her own disappointment reflected back at her. Colleen made a triumphant noise. “Found it, thanks.”

“Great.” Emily craned her neck to glance at the alarm clock. Four o’clock. “I’ll be home soon. Want me to bring something for dinner?”

“Sure. Pizza?”

“Our usual?”

“That’d be great, Em. I’m starving.” Colleen exhaled loudly. Emily could picture the way she’d flopped onto the couch to produce that sound. “Where are you, anyway? I was hoping we could watch that movie tonight. You know, the one with my future husband.”

The thought of spending the rest of her evening zoning out to some inane Hollywood blockbuster starring Colleen’s latest actor-crush was downright depressing after the splendor of marathon sex with Nat. But Emily mustered her best lighthearted tone. “Go ahead and fire up the DVD player. I had to run some errands, but I’m nearly done.”

“Errands, huh? Did you do
anything
fun this weekend?”

Emily was used to being chided by Colleen for not having a social life. What she wasn’t used to was lying. “Don’t worry about me. How was your weekend? Did you behave yourself?”

Colleen groaned. She hated that question, but Emily had asked for a reason. Where Emily had always been driven to be perfect and in control, Colleen tended toward the opposite extreme. Now that Colleen had graduated from high school and had one foot out the door toward freedom, Emily was more worried than ever about her constant struggle to rein in her wild tendencies.

“My weekend was great, not-my-mom. I was a very good girl.”

Emily frowned. Colleen knew she hated that nickname. She was very aware that she wasn’t Colleen’s mother, but she was the closest thing either of them had ever had to one. “Don’t be like that.”

“Well, come on. You’re my
sister
. How would you like it if I always asked you whether you’ve been good?”

Emily was grateful Colleen couldn’t see her reaction to that question. “I may be your
sister
, but you’re
my
responsibility. I’m not trying to piss you off, just communicate with you. We both know your friends can be a little wild—”

“Em, let’s talk about it later. Will you bring me a soda when you come?”

Typical deflection. Emily sighed. “Sure. I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Okay. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Emily’s face burned. “Good-bye, Colleen.”

“Bye.”

Emily made sure the call was disconnected before rolling over to face Nat, who stared at her with a wistful expression.
Nat straightened, clearly making an effort to be stoic. “You have to go.”

“Yeah.” Emily sat up, setting her cell phone on the nightstand. “I’m sorry. It’s just…I’ve only got a few months left of having her at home. I need to make them count.”

“No apologies.” Nat offered an easy smile. “I get it. You’re a good big sister.”

“Well, I try. Even if it annoys Colleen more often than not.”

“She’s eighteen?” At Emily’s nod, Nat chuckled sympathetically. “I’m pretty sure that’s normal, then.”

“I’m probably a little overbearing sometimes.” Emily shrugged. At the beginning of the weekend, it had been unsettling to confide in Nat about her personal life. Now the only unsettling thing was how easy it had become. “I worry about her. I can feel her pulling away and it scares the hell out of me. I’m just not convinced she’s ready to take care of herself yet. Not with the way she’s been partying this past year—senior in high school, you know, pushing boundaries. So far it seems like normal teenage stuff—she came home drunk one time, smelling like weed another.” Exhaling, she voiced her biggest fear. “I don’t want her to go down the road our parents did. We’re the children of addicts. I keep telling her that drugs and alcohol are nothing to play around with, not for us, but she obviously doesn’t take me seriously.”

“And now she’s going away to college where you won’t be there to keep her grounded. Of course you’re nervous.” Nat gave her calf a reassuring caress. “But there’s only so much you can do. At the end of the day, Colleen will make her own choices. I’m sure you’ve raised her well, being the incredible woman you are, so I’m confident she has everything she needs to thrive.”

Nat’s words warmed Emily from the inside. She’d never had anyone to confide in. Nobody to reassure her that she was raising a teenager the right way, being little more than a teenager herself. She wasn’t sure what felt better—that Nat cared, or that she believed in her.

Emily scooted closer, knowing that Nat would extend her arm to pull her in for a hug. She melted into the embrace with a grateful sigh. After two days, she was more comfortable accepting affection from Nat than she’d ever been from anyone. Even Colleen. It made sense, as she’d spent almost the entire time they’d known each other naked, both physically and emotionally. It was impossible to share what they’d shared and not establish an unspoken bond.