Runaway Bride’s Guide to Love (Guide to Love #1)

15. Stella

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stella

When you’ve been kissed for a certain way for years, you forget there are other ways to be kissed. And when you’ve been kissing Duncan Hughes, you forget that kisses ever contained things like sparks and butterflies.

I forgot. Holy cow, did I forget.

Or did I ever know? I couldn’t have. This is a feeling I don’t think I’d forget. And at the same time, I couldn’t describe it for all the money and shoes in the world.

Emmett’s lips are soft yet claiming. His hands are gently holding my face, but the strength is there. And his tongue? It’s taking what it wants, yet somehow I feel like I’m still in control. The combination is setting my body on fire.

I know I asked Emmett to just kiss me, but I’m already contemplating asking for a lot more.

“Emmett…” His name spills off my tongue as he starts kissing across my cheek. His hands move from my face to my hair, where he gives it the slightest tug, making me tilt my neck back so he has the perfect opening to leave a trail of kisses across my pulse.

“Oh!” I let out as Emmett hits a spot that I didn’t realize was sensitive in a very good way. He’s kissing and sucking and …

Holy shit…

Can you have an orgasm through kissing? No. That’s not possible. Is it? I mean, I don’t remember the last time I had one the normal way, and when I did it was because I helped my own cause, so maybe there’s just a whole new other world I’m missing out on. I mean, this isn’t how I thought kissing went, so who knows what I’ve been missing out on? I thought kissing was just a boring means to an unsatisfying end.

I was wrong. So damn wrong.

Emmett breaks for just a second to lie me back on the couch. He lays next to me, half of his body covering mine as he goes right back to work. I let my fingers play at the nape of his neck like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Our lips find a rhythm that feels like we’ve been doing this for years.

And even better? I don’t feel angry or mad or sad. I don’t feel like I want to scream. I’m just feeling. I focus on Emmett’s lips on mine and on his hands tracing my body. I bask in the feel of his beard against my cheek. Our bodies are touching and his erection is growing. I’m covered in a warmth I’m feeling in my entire body.

And I know one thing—I haven’t felt like this in a very long time.

If ever.

Is it because this is new? Is it because I’ve been so down lately that anything was going to make me feel up? Maybe. But I have a strong feeling this is all because of the man whose kiss is bringing me back to life.

I know my sisters joked that I should have a rebound while here. But if this was a stranger I picked up at a bar, would it feel the same? Sure, I’d probably have some fun. Maybe a little regret. Probably a good story. And even if the sex was bad, it would be a few hours of a distraction.

But I doubt I’d feel like this. And not just what he’s physically doing. I don’t think I’d feel free and sexy and beautiful and wanted, while also becoming empowered and in control .

No, that’s all because of Emmett. The man who has saved me more than once. The man I just met who I can’t imagine my life without.

The man I want to fuck me, right here, right now.

I watch him as he traces my body, his fingers finding a sliver of skin as the T-shirt has gotten pushed up ever so slightly. He looks up to me and I nod, giving him the silent permission to keep going.

He doesn’t hesitate as he lifts me back up, settling me over his lap so I’m straddling him. His hands immediately go to the bottom of the shirt where he lifts it over my head and tosses it to the side. I watch as his eyes heat as he takes in my topless frame.

My first instinct is to be shy. My body is nothing special. My barely B cups aren’t anything to get excited about, and I’m just curvy enough to not be a stick. Duncan used to joke—but I now don’t think it was a joke—about me getting a boob job.

No! Quit thinking about Duncan. He has no place here. Enjoy this moment. Enjoy the fire in Emmett’s eyes as he looks at you.

Because that’s the only way I can describe Emmett’s gaze right now. His brown eyes are nearly black. The grip on my hips is becoming tighter but not in a hurtful way. Like he’s trying to hold himself back.

Well, he doesn’t need to do that. Not at all.

“Take me, Emmett.”

The groan that passes through his lips sends a shot straight to my pussy.

Oh damn, that’s definitely new.

“Stella.” His forehead falls so it’s resting against my chest as his fingers dig into my hips. “I need you to be one-hundred-percent sure. Because if I do, this isn’t going to be gentle. It’s not going to be romantic. There are no hearts and flowers. I’ve been holding myself back because you needed a friend, not an asshole trying to get in your pants. But if we cross this line? There’s no going back. ”

I tip his chin up, making him look at me like he’s done to me so many times. “Fuck me until I forget.”

My words hang in the air, and just as I’m about to wish for a black hole to suck me down, he stands up and somehow effortlessly tosses me over his shoulder.

Oh! This is new too…

I can’t keep the excitement out of my voice as Emmett stands up and starts walking toward the back of the house. “Where are we going?”

Emmett takes the stairs two at a time. Why does that make me so giddy? “The first time I fuck you is not going to be on a couch. I’m going to lay you out exactly how I want so I can look, and lick, and taste every inch of you. Then I’m going to fuck you until you beg for more. You’ll forget him. But I’ll make sure you never forget me.”

Licked? Begging? What kind of sex am I about to have? I bet it’s going to have more than two positions.

And did he say the first time? Is he already predicting there will be more?

Before I can voice any of those questions, Emmett tosses me on the bed. I didn’t know what to expect, but him standing over me, staring at me without movement, wasn’t it.

“Is everything okay?”

He nods, and a predatory glint flashes in his eyes. “Last chance, Tiger.”

The warning, with its touch of playfulness, sets my body on fire even more than it already is. “Show me what you got, Cap.”

In one motion he puts his arm behind his back, lifting his T-shirt over his head in one pull. The movement is mesmerizing—so much so that I don’t realize that in another lightning-fast move, he’s pulling my shorts down and taking my panties with them.

“Oh, Stella,” he says as he kneels before me. “You have no idea… ”

Emmett slowly spreads my knees apart and…yup! That’s his tongue. Licking my pussy.

Because he wants to.

I know I need to quit comparing the two, and I’m not trying to. I don’t want Duncan anywhere near my thoughts. But it’s hard not to when he once told me that he wouldn’t go down on me because it was gross. Honestly, it was fine. If he ate pussy like he kissed, it wouldn’t do much anyway.

But Emmett? Whose tongue has lit every nerve in just a few seconds? The man is acting like I’m his last meal and he’s not going leave a single crumb.

And who am I to let a hungry man starve?

I lay back and revel in the feeling of Emmett’s mouth on me. My hands pull at his hair, which seems to excite him. Every time I pull tighter, it only makes him dig in more. I couldn’t think of anything else if I wanted to. Through the power of his tongue, or his mouth, or the two fingers he’s now inserted, he’s taken all the thoughts out of my head.

Emmett Collins…how many different ways can this man come to my rescue?

I didn’t think anything could pull me out of this zen feeling, but the first rush of an orgasm does just that, making me open my eyes as I start feeling it through my stomach down to my center.

“Emmett,” I whimper, gripping his hair tighter.

“That’s it, Tiger. Come on my face. I want to taste it all.”

It must be his dirty words accompanied by a sinful mouth that does the trick, because in seconds I’m exploding onto him. I think I might pull out a chunk of hair as I hold on for dear life, the orgasm hitting me in every part of my body.

“That’s my girl,” he says, slowly bringing me back down. “Just breathe. I got you.”

How does he make a command like that sound gentle and dirty all at once ?

“Holy…” My words fall off as I try and catch my breath. “That was…”

He smiles and stands up, grabbing a condom from his wallet. Our eyes don’t leave each other as he somehow undoes his belt with one hand and then snaps it off his waist. And just when I don’t think I can stare any harder, he slides down his boxers, freeing the hardest and biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.

My God…how is that…is that legal?

“That’s not going to fit.”

His eyes get a little twinkle in them as he rolls on the condom and crawls on top of me, planting a hard kiss on my mouth before moving away. “You can take it. I promise.”

Emmett’s elbow is holding him up as he uses his other to line himself up. We don’t break eye contact as I feel his tip enter me, sending my body into a spasm as he slowly pushes himself the rest of the way in.

“I’ve got you,” Emmett whispers, his motions so slow I don’t know if he’s actually moving. “I’ve always got you.”

And he does. I know he does. Not just here, as he gives me a second to adjust to his size. Since the moment I met him, when he was Cap and I was Tiger and we were two strangers at a bar, he had me then.

He’s had me all week.

And now he’s not just having me. He’s claiming me. His body is caging me in like I might go away. Our hips are meeting in what started as slow but are now hard thrusts.

The roughness is keeping my feelings in check. This isn’t anything romantic. This isn’t anything more than me needing an escape and Emmett being the one to give it to me.

That’s all this is.

And I’m going to escape as long and as many times I can.

Emmett rolls me over on top of him, and I let out a little yelp as I situate myself. I shiver when I feel the hair on his chest. I love the feel of it as I grip down on him, beginning to ride him as I chase the orgasm I’m desperate for .

“That’s it,” Emmett says. “Take what you want, Tiger.”

I look down into his brown eyes that are staring right back at me. There isn’t a word out of his mouth he doesn’t mean. This is for me just as much as it’s for him. He wants me to have this. He wants me to take it.

And if that doesn’t send a shot of confidence through you, I don’t know what would.

I begin to ride him faster, letting my hips bounce as I hold on for dear life. I watch him bite down on his lip as he grabs each of my tits, squeezing them as I use his dick as my own personal joyride. When he pinches one of my nipples, I arch back, my hands gripping onto his thighs, loving the conflicting sensations I’m feeling.

This new angle is stirring something inside me—something I wanted but wasn’t sure could happen twice in a night. I heard about it. People said it was true. I had called bull until right now.

Because holy moly…another one is coming.

And it’s coming hard.

“Emmett…”

His name is a plea that he understands immediately.

He sits up and holds me to him, as close as two people can be. Our hips are still meeting, only now the pace is frantic. We’re both chasing ends that we desperately want, yet don’t want at all.

At least that’s me. I can only hope Emmett feels the same way.

Emmett’s mouth latches on to the spot on my neck that I knew was the ending to a live wire. In a matter of seconds I’m exploding onto him, my entire body quivering from the release. Emmett follows right behind me with a guttural groan, squeezing me to him as we both finish.

Neither of us say anything for a few moments. The only sound in my bedroom is our breathing and the rain hitting the window.

Emmett slowly lifts me off him, lying me back on my bed before he goes to take off the condom. My eyes are growing heavy when I feel a warm towel at my center.

Oh! Another new thing.

“Sweet dreams, Tiger,” Emmett says, kissing my forehead.

I want to ask him to stay. I want to ask him to lie down with me. I know he says he doesn’t, but maybe he will?

Except I don’t. I can’t. Because Emmett Collins fucked me into an orgasm coma.

And I’m not mad about it at all.