Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

12. Chapter 12

twelve

D inner is awkward. My mom keeps eyeing Adrian with obvious questions. My dad keeps scoffing when I say I’m doing well in my English classes, and my sister and her fiancé are so focused on the wedding and clearly mooning over each other, they can’t focus on anything.

“Sarah,” I say, trying to get my sister’s attention. “Are you excited?”

“So excited,” she says, leaning into her fiancé.

She and Mark met in college, fell head over heels for each other, and are the picture of the perfect couple. My sister’s small business now has multiple locations, and her fiancé is successful in ethical hacking. They already own a house, they had the perfect proposal at Disney, and they make more than enough to take care of their home and vacation twice a year. They’re perpetually happy and into each other.

“I can’t wait to call you my wife,” Mark says.

“Hey, no kissing until Sunday,” Mom says as she glances at Adrian.

“So, Emmy, I’m sorry again about not making you a bridesmaid, but I know how easily you get stressed and how busy you get… with school,” Sarah says.

“You mean partying, going out with her friends, spending money she shouldn’t, and wasting her tuition in a major that only lets her teach. She should have been using her time more wisely and helping to plan the wedding,” my dad butts in.

Adrian shoots my father a glare and grips my thigh under the table, silencing my normal bratty retort. “Emily is actually working for one of her professors. From what she’s told me, she’s networking in the department and making a name for herself as one hell of a writer.”

I blink at him, not sure what to say or what to do with myself as the awkwardness around me spreads.

My family likes taking jabs at each other, feeling out the weaknesses with the exception of my mom. If anyone takes a jab at her, my dad, mom, and even my grandfather get involved.

By the time dinner is halfway through, I’m drowning in unspoken words. Every time I defend myself nicely, though, Adrian’s hand moves further up my thigh. It’s all the incentive I need. And it surprises me that they haven’t even asked Adrian what he does for a living. They truly don’t care.

When dessert is served and Mark serves my sister, my mother sighs. “We need to find you someone like that, Emily.”

Oh, there it is.

“Someone you can grow with, is age appropriate , and can really provide for you. No offense, Artie.”

“Adrian,” Adrian corrects evenly.

I put my hand on his. “Adrian’s wonderful, Mom. I don’t need a man to support me any more than Sarah does. Even though he can, the fact that he makes me happy is more than enough.” The words flow so easily, perhaps a little too easily.

“For now,” my mother agrees. “Once you get out of college, you’ll realize that love and happiness aren’t enough.”

I bite my tongue to stay quiet, then bite it harder when Adrian’s hand brushes my pussy.

My parents’ focus goes back to my sister and Mark, asking about their vows, and Adrian’s fingers tease lower and thrust inside me. I quickly take a bite from my desert to muffle my moan, pretending to listen as my mom asks my sister how she’s going to handle the next few days.

Another thrust, nudging against that sweet spot inside me. My thighs clench around his wrist, but he doesn’t stop, and I don’t want him to.

He leans closer, his lips trailing over my ear as he whispers, “Good little Kitten.” His touch leaves, and he dips his fingers into whipped cream and sucks them clean while watching me.

“It was a really long drive, and I’m feeling tired,” I say to the table, unable to let my gaze wander away from Adrian’s.

“Of course. Go get some sleep. We’ll see you tomorrow. Sarah still needs some origami done,” my mother dismisses with a wave of her hand.

Adrian walks with me slowly, not rushing a thing until we get to the elevator. He presses the button and undoes the top two buttons on his shirt and clears his throat. “My tattoos don’t have meanings. I see something I like, and I get it.” He stares at me, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“After the first three, I realized that tattoos with meanings are great, but I like decorating my body however I want.”

“That’s…” I clear my throat, not daring to let his words get to me. “Good?” I ask, confused.

He gives me a devilish smirk. “Are you drunk, Emily?”

“No?”

He tugs me closer. “Sober?”

“More sober than I thought possible with my family.” I run my hands over his arms. “Are you going to show me your tattoos?”

“I’m making sure you’re going to remember them instead of just thinking about all the ways I have and can fuck you,” he growls, and before I can stutter out a reply, he pulls me to the elevator. “Don’t pretend that’s not what you do during class. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Well, the lecture hall just has so many options and I remember us against a wall and how you use your mouth and—”

“You don’t have to remember,” he says. “You were a good girl, and that means we’re going to thoroughly enjoy tonight.”

“We are?”

“You’re not going to be able to go to origami. Your ass is going to be red and you’re going to be exhausted,” Adrian promises as the elevator opens on our floor.

His strides are with purpose and his grip doesn’t loosen. The second we get in the room, he gives the tie around my neck a tug, dropping my dress around my ankles so I’m entirely naked and on display.

He groans and motions to his shirt. “Strip me.”

I obey without question, undoing the buttons on his shirt until I stand on my toes to rip it off him.

“My pants too. Get on your knees.”

Sliding to my knees, I keep my eyes on him as I undo his belt and jerk it through the belt loops in one go. His fingers graze over my cheek before they intertwine in my hair. “Such an eager Kitten.”

I pop his button, drag the zipper down, but don’t strip him right away. I run my fingers over his hard cock again and again until he tightens his hand in my hair and pulls me against his hip. “Strip. Me. Kitten.”

A smile tugs on my lips as I drag down his pants and boxers until they pool around his feet. His cock is right there, hard and ready. Bigger than I remember. I make an unsteady exhale and look up at Adrian hopefully.

“Yes?” he asks. “Use your words.”

“I want to taste you, Sir.”

He tilts his head to the side. “What’s stopping you?” he asks in a low, husky voice.

I gulp as I take his cock in my hand and drag my grip slowly down as I inch closer. I flick my tongue over the head as Adrian hisses. I peek up, teasing him with my tongue as I drag it over the length. The grip in my hair tenses, and as my lips part for another stroke, he thrusts inside me until I feel him at the back of my throat. My eyes widen, and my jaw hurts as I stare up at him.

“I’m in charge, Kitten. Remember that.”

He grunts and draws back and thrusts into my mouth again. I lift my tongue against his cock as I suck, my moans vibrating around his shaft.

His pace picks up and my throat tightens until my eyes water, but Adrian doesn’t let up.

“This is so much better than your bratty, demanding, naughty side, Kitten,” he moans. “But I’m not coming in your throat. Not yet.”

My gaze narrows, and I suck him harder, pushing him a little further. But as my hold on his cock increases, he jerks on my hair, pulling me away until I’m bending backward as I gape at him.

“Get on the bed before I turn your ass purple,” he grits, and I can’t control the smile on my lips as I wipe the corners of my mouth and suck my fingers. I head back to the bed and lie down, spreading my legs.

Adrian kicks off his shoes and socks, walks out of his pants, and grabs my ankle, dragging me against him.

“There are so many ways to fuck you, Kitten, and only one way I’m going to repeat,” he says before grabbing the undersides of my knees, pushing my legs to my chest and getting on his knees.

“Ad—”

He bites the inside of my thigh hard, stopping his name from escaping my lips. I cry and try to pull away, but he bites again.

“Please, Sir!” I beg as I squirm in his hold.

He kisses the same mark, then sighs. “If you get loud, I stop. Every. Single. Time.”

Before I can argue, plead my case, anything, his mouth is on my pussy. His tongue flicks over my clit, he sucks, and he proves exactly how good he is with his mouth until I cover mine, trying to stay quiet. This is going to be a new kind of torture.

When we were drunk, I’m sure I was loud. Very loud.

The second my moan escapes through my fingers, he flips me over, putting me on my knees, and spanks me. “You must really like edging because that’s what you’re fishing for tonight if you keep that up.”

“But—”

He spreads my ass, then rubs his cock over my clit and pussy. In one sharp move, he fills me, snapping his hips as he thrusts deep inside me. I press my face to the bed, trying to be quiet as he takes as he pleases, burying his thick cock in me again and again as I bounce on the bed, rolling my hips against him.

“Fuck!” I yell.

He chuckles, his pace slowing. “At this rate, you’re never going to come.”