Free EMMETT (The Corbin Brothers Book 3) by Lexie Ray Page A

her legs, back to her clit.
    “I want you inside of me,” she whispered. “Now.”
    I played with her as I complied with her wishes, inching forward as she licked her lips, squeezing her clit gently as I sheathed myself in her wetness. We breathed in tandem for several breaths until we got out of sync again, but it was enough to start moving. Her pull was my push — it was the strangest thing. I’d been with someone before who just laid beneath me, motionless, staring up at me with round eyes as I pumped, but Peyton was an active participant, even if this was simple missionary. I was sure she did all kinds of positions, whichever twisted shapes spoke to the depraved minds of her clients or suited the convenience of the situation. But this one was simple, allowing us to focus on what was true — how good we were making each other feel.
    “Harder,” Peyton demanded, and I was only too happy to obey.
    I stroked her face as I thrust, upping the rhythm and intensity, and she snaked her tongue out and licked one of my fingers, trapping it in between her lips before popping it completely in her mouth. It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced — the simple act of someone else sucking on my finger, and it made me shudder with desire.
    “Better stop that,” I warned. “I’m afraid I’ll come.”
    “Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked around my finger. “Coming’s the whole point. You can come when — and where — you like.”
    “I want you to come first.”
    And I was out of her pussy, the air cool on my dick, covered in her juices, and eating her out again, savoring the way our flavors mingled, the melody of her jumbled shouts, then, at long last, the final bittersweetness as she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled urgently, screaming her release. I hardly let her recover before I was inside of her again, harder than before, my thrusts more urgent.
    “Are you going to ride this wave?” I asked her as she took my finger in her mouth again.
    “Fuck, yes,” she managed to say, and then squeezed her inner muscles so hard around my cock as she sucked my finger that I thought I went blind for a second, making ungodly and unmanly sounds as I came within the span of a dozen additional thrusts, floating away and apart from my body, which collapsed bonelessly on Peyton as she moaned out the last sweet tendrils of her orgasm.
    I was gone for what felt like a long time.
    If anyone — Avery, for example — had been standing outside of the trailer for any portion of that, we were screwed. That was my first cognizant thought as I slowly settled back down into my body, becoming aware of my surroundings and reality again. It had been a really long time, and even with that, my last tryst paled in comparison to this one. This one had been magnificent.
    “Are you ready to talk about the project, now?” Peyton asked, then screwed up her face and laughed. “Don’t take that the wrong way. I really, really enjoyed myself. Truly.”
    “Yeah, right. I bet you tell all the guys that,” I said.
    She laughed harder. “I … do. You’re right. But this time I mean it.”
    “Uh-huh. Bet that’s a line, too.”
    Cracking up, she smacked me with a pillow, and I had to start laughing, too, as I tried to protect myself with another pillow. It was funny because it was surreal, and I was delighted to discover that Peyton’s plan had worked. I felt much less awkward around her now that we’d shown our most vulnerable sides to each other. All it had taken was a little sex.
    “Believe me or don’t, I don’t care,” Peyton announced, breathless and grinning from our impromptu pillow fight. “But it was damn good sex. It’s been a little bit too long since I’ve had sex like that. Thank you, Emmett. What a delightful surprise.”
    “A surprise?” I laughed even harder. “That’s insulting, Peyton. You met me the first time and you thought I wouldn’t be any good at sex? That’s pretty damn