In Her Own League — 32 Reese

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REESE

My calves hit the chaise that lives at the end of my bed.

I’m not paying attention to where I’m going, though I know I’m at the edge of something big, seconds away from tipping over. Metaphorically,

that is.

I want to fall.

Without restraint. Without worry.

I want to fall, knowing he’s coming with me.

My eyes stay glued to the stunning man in a suit standing just inside my bedroom doorway. Watching as he unclasps his watch from his wrist.

Watching the methodical way he lays it on my dresser by the door so he can remember to grab it tomorrow.

Emmett takes slow steps in my direction as his fingers work at the cuff buttons of his shirt.

I get to work as well, reaching down to unfasten the buckle on my heels.

“Leave them on,” he says coolly. “I’ll be the one to do that.”

He shrugs his suit jacket off and cuffs the sleeves to his white button- down shirt, showing off those tattooed forearms.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, showing me those.”

A knowing smile lifts on his lips, but he keeps his attention on his shirt, folding the cuffs precisely how he wants. I’m not sure why he’s so adamant about fixing his sleeves when the whole thing should just be coming off already.

But he looks hot, so I don’t say anything.

He drops his suit jacket onto my chaise and when his long legs bring him to me, he takes my face in both of his hands and drops his mouth to mine.

Confidently. Possessively. And when his tongue sweeps past my lips, it

tells me exactly who I belong to.

Which is fine by me.

He stands behind me in public. Allows me to lead the way I need to. I’ll happily bend to him behind closed doors.

The kiss turns a bit frantic. Desperate hands. Eager mouths.

After so many confessions tonight, it’s nice to busy my lips with kissing him instead of talking.

He lifts me in his arms, rounding the bed to lay me flat on the mattress, and with both of us still fully clothed, he climbs right over me.

We move together immediately. Needy, searching hips looking for each other.

Mouths melded together, he reaches between me and the mattress and pulls my zipper down my spine, opening my dress in one easy motion. He pushes it down to pool around my waist.

“Please, baby,” he breathes against my mouth, rocking his body over

mine. “Fucking please.”

“Em, are you begging?”

He breathes a laugh. “Yes. God, I need you, Reese.”

The confession is soft, a sharp juxtaposition from his hard body and the firm grip he has on my hip.

It’s one of my favorite things about him. The hard and soft.

“Show me.”

My request has his pupils blown out. This sheer determination etched on his face. “I’ll show you all night.”

But then he looks down at me, partway undressed with my dress wrapped around my hips.

And shakes his head. “But the first one might be kind of quick because holy shit, Reese. Look at you.”

Maybe that statement shouldn’t be such a turn-on. But the idea that this stunning man, who is still fully dressed, already knows he’s not going to last long just from looking at my almost naked body . . .

Yeah, my confidence is through the roof.

His hands gently roam my bare skin, reverent touches followed by warm lips laying worshipping kisses. Emmett works a path over my jaw, down my neck, and across my collarbone. His mouth drags over my strapless bra, lips brushing right along the cups until he reaches behind me and flicks the clasp open at my back.

He pulls it away, discarding it somewhere on the floor.

“Fucking perfect.”

It’s a whispered prayer chanted right against my nipple, and the warmth of his breath is a maddening tease. It only worsens when Emmett tenderly drags his lips right over the peak. That minor graze causes my entire body to shudder with need.

“Emmett. Mouth.” They’re the only words I can push out, incoherent and under his spell already.

He gets the message regardless, and though I half expected him to fire back a “don’t tell me what to do,” instead he wraps his mouth around me,

bites me gently, then sucks.

I arch into his mouth. “Yes, baby.”

He growls against me, but the way his tongue lashes at me, I’d say he’s perfectly okay with the accidental pet name.

“Been dreaming of these, Reese.”

“Hmm.” I hum, so ridiculously turned on already. “So, you’re a tits guy.”

“If we’re referring to yours, then yes.” He flicks his tongue over my nipple. “In which case, I’m an ass guy too.”

His mouth works on one breast while he grabs the other in his rough hand and squeezes. Then he gives it a light smack to watch it bounce, and the sudden sharp sensation has me squirming as wetness pools between my legs.

It’s not a lot, but from him, it seems like it might be enough to make me come. That’s how badly I want him. How desperately I’ve been fighting myself to stay away.

I’ve touched myself to the thought of him far too many times over the last few months, that having the real thing, having his hands on me, having his mouth taste me . . .

We’re on the same page about not lasting long.

His shoes drop to the floor, and at the same time, he pulls my dress down my hips and legs, adding that to the pile as well.

Kneeling between my legs, he lays wet, messy kisses over my stomach, his hands touching every part of me he can get to. And for that brief moment, I let myself remember a time I would’ve been insecure in this position, sprawled on my back on full display with someone’s hands and mouth all over a part of me that’s not my smallest.

Seeing Emmett’s fingers knead into my flesh with this desperate need, listening to the hungry sounds coming from his throat as he attempts to kiss

every inch of my skin as if he needs to brand me as his, has me questioning how I could ever be self-conscious when the view is this good.

I run my fingers through his hair. “You look good like this, Em. Between my legs. Exactly where you should be.”

He smiles against my skin. “You think I look good? You should see yourself from my view.”

His eyes flash up to meet mine just as he places a gentle kiss right over the front of my panties.

“Fuck.” I shudder, sucking in a harsh breath.

“You’re so wet already, Reese. When did this start?”

I try to find a coherent string of words. “When you walked into the party wearing that suit tonight.”

He groans. “So you’ve been a mess for hours.”

He presses his mouth more firmly, sucking me through the fabric.

“Em,” I cry out, fingers gripping his hair, needing something to hold on to.

“Let’s add ‘pussy’ to that list of things I’m a fan of. Because I’m already a huge fan of yours.”

He takes the elastic waistband between his fucking teeth and yanks them over my hips. Lifting my legs in the air, he uses only his mouth to pull the fabric completely off my body.

He spits them out to add them to the floor with the rest of my discarded

clothes.

Primal and dirty and so fucking hot.

It’s then I realize that other than my high heels, I’m completely naked while he’s still fully dressed. And when he pushes my legs apart, splaying my open, I realize exactly why he cuffed his sleeves earlier.

Because right now, this man is on a mission to get to work.

His dark eyes are locked right on the glistening wetness between my legs.

“Heels?” I ask.

He doesn’t look up at me, too fixated on my pussy.

“With how many times I’ve wanted to bend you over your desk while you’re wearing those at work, they’re staying on for now.”

He lifts one of my legs to his lips, placing a reverent kiss to my ankle bone. His eyes take a leisurely path over my entire body until he finds my

face.

“You’re beautiful, baby.”

I feel myself glow under the praise. “Thank you.”

There’s an edge of disbelief as he rakes over me again, this slight shake to his head as he does. There’s not an ounce of me that questions if Emmett finds me beautiful. Not only does he tell me with his words, but his touch says the same thing. His mouth does as well when he runs it over my skin,

peppering thankful kisses.

He kisses me everywhere.

Absolutely everywhere that he can reach.

And it’s a torturous tease when he does so on my inner thigh. Closer and

closer, but not quite where I need him.

Until he is.

“Oh.” I lift my hips into his face when I get his mouth where I crave it most. But his big hand instantly presses on my stomach, keeping me pinned to the mattress.

I can hardly move with the force in which he’s holding me down and it’s a delicious realization that I don’t have control right now. I couldn’t move if I tried.

I melt into the bed at the thought. Turn my brain off. Feel his tongue flick against my clit. Revel in the sensation of his lips kissing my pussy.

He kisses me there the same way he kissed me everywhere else. Like he can’t possibly get enough. Like he’s so thankful I exist.

“Your mouth—” That’s all I can get out because that mouth sucks my clit between his lips in a way that has me about to come undone already.

He comes up for a quick breath, only long enough to say, “You taste so goddamn good, Reese. I’ve thought about it since I tasted you on my

fingers.”

Then he goes right back to owning me.

I should maybe feel a bit self-conscious about being naked and splayed while these insane needy noises escape from my throat, but I don’t care.

I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want him. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want to come right now.

His coarse facial hair scratches against my sensitive skin and it has me out of my mind. I can only imagine what a mess I’m making on his face.

But the way he’s devouring me, it’s almost as if that’s exactly what he wants.

Then he lifts my hips and runs his tongue in a rough line down my seam until he reaches my ass. He licks a circle around that before retracing the

same path back to my clit.

“Holy shit,” I cry out. “Do that again.”

I feel him smile against my sex, but he gives me what I want and repeats

the motion.

“Please make me come. Please, Em.”

“Are you begging for it?”

“Yes. Yes, yes. I learned from the best.” I truly don’t think I’ve begged for anything in my life. If I want something, I just do it myself. But there’s no way I could make myself feel as good as he’s making me.

“Sounds lovely coming from you, but you don’t have to beg, Reese. You ask for anything from me, and you’ll get it. Understand?”

“Will you make me come?”

His answer is silent and comes in the form of two fingers rimming my entrance. He flicks a rhythmic pattern with his tongue that makes me boneless, but when he adds those fingers, slipping them into my pussy, he has me shaking.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry, trying to writhe against the bed but unable to move with the hold he has on me.

He strokes. He licks. He moans against me, and I fall right over the edge, coming on his tongue.

It’s an unnerving high. A peak I’ve never been to. It steals my breath. It momentarily takes my vision. There’s no restraint in my sounds or the way

my body fights to move.

It’s utter bliss.

Tight muscles untwine themselves as I settle back into the bed. The fog begins to clear, and when I look down between my legs, I find Emmett staring at me. Awe and wonder etched on his handsome face.

“I thought I was only going to get to see that once in my life. Thank God that wasn’t true.” Then he licks his lips to clean up the shine, but I still see myself glistening in his beard.

Emmett sits up on knees and the bulge in his suit pants is impossible to ignore. It’s as if hearing me, watching me, and tasting me are the sole reasons he’s about to bust behind that zipper.

I sit up, my naked body to his clothed, and stroke my hand right over the front of his pants.

“You are awfully good at that,” I tell him, laying hot kisses against his stomach, placing them right over the buttons on his shirt. “Thank you.”

He sinks his fingers into my hair, groaning when I dip to kiss below his belt.

“Don’t thank me. I think that was as much for me as it was for you.”

I squeeze his length.

“Fuck, Reese.” He tosses his head back. “I almost came when you did.”

“Glad you didn’t.” I fall back onto the bed, putting myself on full display for him again. “I’m going to need you to come inside of me this time, and I don’t mean my mouth.”

The pure agony on this man’s face could almost be qualified as entertaining when he screws his eyes shut. “I need to get inside of you before you keep saying shit like that.”

Hands around my waist, he shifts his hips forward in one languid thrust, his erection hitting my swollen, sensitive core. As if he were testing what it’s going to feel like when he finally fucks me.

“Fuck, we’re going to be perfect.” Then he gently smacks my pussy before climbing off the bed.

Confident is the only word I can think of to describe him.

Confident in the way he knows he can please me.

Confident in the way he knows exactly what he wants.

Confident in the way he holds such intense eye contact with me as he unfastens his belt.

I’ve seen him before. I’ve had him in my mouth. But this proud display he’s putting on steals all my attention. As if he’s proud to show me himself.

Proud that he’s the one I’m with.

There’s no arrogance in his movements. Just a solid assurance of

knowing he’s right where he should be.

With me.

“I know I probably sound like a broken record.” His eyes wander over my splayed body as he drops his shirt to the floor. “But I have been

dreaming of this.”

“Me too, Em.”

“Yeah?” That comes with the release of the button and zipper on his pants. “Show me.”

My eyes flash with heat and they only blow out even more when he drops his pants, leaving him in only his boxer briefs.

“Show me, Reese. Show me what you do when you’re dreaming of me.”

Eyes locked on him, I bring my hand between my legs.

His smile turns wicked at the sight. “What do you dream about?”

“You. On top of me. Inside of me.”

He hums, joining me at the edge of the bed, standing over me as I touch myself. He gently strokes my hair and cheek as he watches my fingers rub

circles over my clit.

“What do you think about?” I ask.

My eyes land on his erection, so close to my face as he stands over me.

He rubs his other palm over my belly, smoothing down to join my hand between my legs. “Drowning myself in this. You sitting on my cock. You sitting on my face. Really just you sitting anywhere on me kind of does it for me.”

Chuckling, I stroke a hand over his bulge. “I want to sit on this.”

“Yeah?”

I nod innocently before reaching into his briefs and pulling out his dick.

“You can do anything you want with that.”

It’s thick, angry, and swollen around the head. And as I’m lying on the bed with him over me, I slip my lips over the crown and take him into my mouth.

“Yes, Reese.” He strokes my hair tenderly. “You’re so good to me.”

I keep my mouth open, keep my throat unlocked for him to use me. But he doesn’t use me like that. He rocks his hips slowly. Gently. Languidly.

Pushing himself against the inside of my cheek. Teasing himself just enough. In and out. In and out.

He rubs his fingers over my clit in pace with his easy thrusts and holy hell. Just seeing him keep this kind of control is so much hotter than I assumed it could be.

The restraint. The testing himself. Why is this doing it for me?

Then again, everything about Emmett does it for me.

My hips chase his circling fingers, ready to come again, and as if he can read my mind, he stops. He pulls himself out of my mouth, wraps his hand around my throat, and bends down to kiss me roughly.

“Not yet,” he says against my lips. “Your next orgasm will be around my

cock. Understood?”

I nod.

“That’s my good girl.” He punctuates that with one more deep kiss.

“You’re going to be good for me all night.”

Emmett sheds his boxer briefs, adding them to the pile on the floor before climbing onto the bed with me. He sits on his heels between my spread legs, stunning naked body proudly showing off. Thick cock jutting out and pointing right at me.

He lifts my foot to his mouth, placing a kiss there before he unbuckles my heel, tossing it to the floor, joined a second later by the other one. He crawls up my body, once again getting his lips anywhere they can reach.

Like there’s no place on my body that’s better to kiss than the next. It all needs equal attention.

And it’s tender and possessive and bossy all at once. Like he’s lovingly

marking me as his.

Hard and soft.

But the only thing I can feel is hard. Solid, throbbing, and thick pressed

against my hip as he lies next to me.

“I’m on birth control.”

He drops his head to my shoulder with a groan. “Are you asking me to fuck you bare, Reese?”

“No,” I say breathlessly. “I’m telling you to. I want to feel you when you

come inside of me.”

His cock pulses against my hipbone.

“Please, Emmett. I need you.”

His eyes bounce between mine, nodding quickly to agree. Then he kisses me in the most tender of ways. Exploring my mouth. Taking his time.

His hands move at the same pace. As if we have all the time in the world.

But I’m burning up with need.

I open my legs. He fits himself between my thighs. He keeps most of his weight off me, leaning on his forearms on either side of my head, but still, it’s this delicious comfort having his heavy body covering mine.

He grabs a pillow, ushering me to lift my head, smiling down at me as he tucks it underneath. “For my pillow princess.”

I exhale a laugh, but it dies as soon the head of his cock grazes my entrance.

“There’s no going back after this,” he reminds me, watching for my reaction to the news.

“Good.” I lean up and press my mouth to his. “I only want to go forward with you.”

His eyes blaze this warm brown, as if that’s the only thing he needed to hear.

Between us, I reach down and line him up to my entrance.

There are no other words that need to be said, so with his eyes on me, Emmett tilts his hips and pushes in.

Slowly at first. Just the tip. Then the blunt head. He pulls out and pushes in again, feeding me another inch. He continues that torturous but needed cycle.

His strong body is shaking above me. Muscles tight. Sweat beaded along his forehead. Taking all his restraint to not just slide home.

But he’s big. Overwhelmingly big. And I’m thankful for the slow stretch.

“I can take it, Em.” He steals my breath with his next thrust. “Give it to me.”

With my nails scratching along the skin of his back, he groans this desperate sound as he gives me that final push.

I tremble below him. “Oh my God.”

His forehead drops to my shoulder, holding me firmly. “Don’t move, baby,” he grits out. “Just. Fuck, you feel incredible. Just give me a second.”

I’m thankful for the pause. Even though he was the one who asked for it, I need it too.

I’m profoundly full. And it feels profoundly right.

Emmett eases his hips back before pushing forward, testing himself.

Testing me. And when I lift to rub against him and meet him in pace, I feel his feral smile spread against the skin of my neck where his face is hiding.

Then he moves, his tempo picking up slowly. We find a rhythm together.

I grasp at him frantically. He rocks his hips into me. We share breaths and kisses and curses.

A quick, needy ache builds low in my belly as we join together. As we move together.

The sound in the room is a mix of panting breaths and pounding skin, so I decide to add, “I’ve never been fucked like this,” out loud for him to hear.

It was supposed to be just a realization I was going to internalize, but I’m glad I didn’t.

Because Emmett whimpers at my confession, head dropping to my sternum to place a few humble kisses there. “I’ll fuck you however you want, Reese. Whenever you want. Please just let me.”

I run my fingers through his hair. “Just like this. This is perfect.”

He continues to thrust into me, snapping his hips, until suddenly he pulls out and leaves me empty. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Yes.”

“No.” He slides down between my legs. “I need you with me.”

Then he devours me with his mouth again. Licking and sucking. Pulling me right to the brink with him.

“Okay. Okay.” Toes curling, I tighten my thighs around his face. “I’m right there. Come back.”

He gives my ass a playful bite before leaving me.

I’m both eager for more and unsure how I could possibly take it. He’s all- consuming in the best way, but holy hell, this guy can fuck.

Emmett swoops me up with an arm, his tattoos flexing in the most distracting of ways when he sits up against the headboard and brings me

flush to his chest.

“Sit on it, Reese.”

And apparently that’s how I’m going to take it. That commanding tone in his voice could make me do anything right now.

“Do you want to see it from the front or the back?” I ask.

Emmett drops his back with a groan. “Jesus, woman.” He grips the base of his dick in a desperately firm hold. “You’re tempting me to make a fool out of myself here.”

I chuckle, lifting to line myself up with him again, deciding I’d rather see his face when he comes. “You couldn’t make a fool out of yourself if you tried. I think I’m in love with your dick.”

That earns a laugh.

Emmett’s rough hands roam my body, gently caressing every inch of my

skin.

Hard and soft.

“I want to feel you take me.” A wide hand presses against my pelvis and that is so stupidly hot to imagine, so I center myself and slowly sink down.

“Goddamn,” he breathes. “You’re going to be so full.”

I know he can feel me trembling on his lap. He’s so much deeper in this position.

But still, I fit myself over him, watching as he disappears inside me completely.

“Good God, Emmett. You seriously have the biggest . . .” My eyes meet his to find an arrogant lift of his brow. “Heart.”

His throat protrudes when his head falls back in a hearty laugh, and it might be the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

He’s beautiful. Breathtakingly stunning. And not just the way he looks.

He is good and kind and maybe even mine.

I’m a big fan of his big heart. Both of them.

The shift in the air is evident. Face-to-face like this, it feels even more intimate. There’s more touching. More kissing. More thankful words whispered in my ear about how glad he is to be here. How incredible I feel.

How he wants to do this again and again and hoping that I do too.

It’s tender and desperate and still so fucking hot as he pumps into me from below. My hips roll and his hands settle on them to help me find a

rhythm.

“Em,” I whisper through shaky breaths.

His eyes flutter shut. “I feel it. You’re going to come, aren’t you?”

I don’t have the oxygen to speak as my body winds itself tight, so I just nod frantically.

“Me too.” His thumb circles my clit with shocking accuracy. “Just keep going. You’re doing so good for me, Reese.”

I do as he says, continuing my cadence, even as my body tightens again in jerky movements. Still, for him, I try not to change anything.

But he’s everywhere.

His hands. His dick. His attention.

It covers me like a blanket, wanting to catch every moment of my release so he can steal the memory for himself.

His chest rattles right in front of me with uneven breaths. His fingertips dig into my hips with so much force I’m sure I’ll get to see myself branded with marks tomorrow.

He gives me one more thrust and I’m a trembling, panting mess. I think I cry out his name. I believe I fall into his chest. My entire body pulses as I come on his cock, exactly the way he told me I was going to.

But what I’m more focused on is the way his eyes can’t leave mine, even when they want to screw shut. He forces them to stay open and on me. He’s so close so I lean forward, kiss the spot under his ear and beg—no—I ask for what I want, knowing he’ll give it to me.

“I really want you to come inside of me.”

“Oh God, Reese. Take it. Fuck, just take it.”

Then he does exactly as I ask of him.

He forcibly holds me down on him. Chants my name. Worships me.

Praises me. Then he spills inside of me.

He’s stunning to watch as he works through it. But it’s even more lovely to feel his orgasm for myself.

It’s shockingly intimate, holding him while he finishes.

Emmett is gentle with me as he comes down, this blissed-out expression on his handsome face.

His firm grip loosens on my hips before he tenderly caresses my body.

Softly squeezes my breasts. Lays languid kisses across my collarbone.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“Not sure why you’re thanking me when you just fucked me so thoroughly.”

He chuckles against my skin. “Well, thank you for letting me.”

We kiss and come down for a while, and when it feels like the right time, I rise up on my knees.

“No.” Emmett grasps my hips. “Keep it in.”

There’s that commanding voice again that makes me do anything he wants. I sink back onto him, and he sighs when the back of my thighs press to the top of his.

I run my fingers through the hair on his chest. “In case no one has ever told you, you can really fuck.”

He exhales a laugh, our hips moving in slow circles together. “You make it easy. Everything you do turns me on.”

He’s so open with his words. So forthcoming with how he feels about me.

“Speaking of turn-ons.” I run a hand up his neck, cupping his jaw. “I think maybe you should stop wearing your hat at work. And the baseball pants. And running without a shirt. That should stop too.”

He smiles lazily at me. “Is this your way of saying you want to set some ground rules?”

Again, I’m understood without having to ask him to understand.

“Yeah, we should do that. But you’re still inside of me, so I don’t know if it’s the best time for that conversation.”

“Me inside of you is the only way I want to talk about work. In fact, this is the only way I want to conduct any conversations with you going forward.”

I can’t help but lean forward and press my smiling lips to his.

His hips move in an unhurried way, but there’s a clear rhythm that I subtly chase with my own.

“You’re not quitting your job,” I say adamantly. “And I’m not firing

you.”

“Yeah. I gathered that.”

“I just don’t know what to do yet.”

He moves my hair behind my ear, the way he does so often. “But you know you want this?”

There’s a pleading glint in his eye as he asks for confirmation.

“I know I want this.”

“Okay. That’s all I need.”

“Okay.”

We’re absent-mindedly rubbing together, but when I shift my hips and ground my sensitive clit against his pelvis, a gasp escapes me.

Emmett’s expression turns a bit wonderstruck as he looks down to the space where we’re connected. His hands are gentle on my hips, slowly guiding me to move with him.

I know he can see the shock on my face too. I thought we were done, but judging how my body is warming, I think I could come again. And with the way I can feel him thickening inside of me, I think he can too.

He picks up an even tempo, but it’s still unhurried. Like an early Sunday morning kind of fuck.

Arm around me, hand cupping my ass, Emmett flips us, putting me on my back. And when his big body drapes over mine again, he moves inside of me until he takes me over the edge again.

This orgasm is a slow, soft ripple through my body. Thank God for that, because I don’t think I could handle one as intense as the first two. I writhe my way through it, riding out the slow wave. It’s a gentle pass and leaves me perfectly satisfied and sated on its way out.

“Yes,” Emmett pants into my ear when he feels my body tighten around his. “I could fucking live between your legs.”

He’s got his arm between me and the mattress, holding me in place as he slowly rolls into me.

“I’m going to come again.” Disbelief is laced in his tone. “I’m gonna co —”

And then he does, small shocks passing through him as he trembles on top of me.

It might be my favorite way I’ve seen him. Unexpected and a bit surprised. Shocked and a bit humbled. An unplanned moment of blinding pleasure all because of how much we want each other.

He falls into me with an exhale, face hiding against my neck. “Thank

you,” he repeats.

“You don’t have to keep thanking me.”

“I went a lot of years without knowing you, Reese. I can thank you for finally being here if I want.”

Oh, I am so done for. So utterly gone for him.

He nuzzles against me, so much wonder in his voice when he asks, “What the hell are you doing to me?”

I don’t hesitate. “Hopefully making you mine.”

He lifts to look at me, eyes bouncing between my own. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes. I’d really like to call you mine, Emmett.”

“That’s good.” He kisses me softly. “That’s really good, Reese, because I’ve been yours for quite some time already. I’m glad you finally realized.”