Boy Meets Nerd Part 14

He nodded. "Got it under control." With a smirk, he pulled out his wallet then held up a condom package.

She rolled her eyes. "How stereotypical. Please tell me that hasn't been there since you were thirteen or something."

"Nope." He ripped it open with his teeth. "Now turn around and be quiet." He smacked her a.s.s then arched a brow, daring her to refuse.

Reservations surfaced again. She should be more cautious. They barely knew each other and here she was laying naked face down, waiting for him to do something.

Something. What would he do?

With his knee, he nudged open her legs. After a long exhale, she let him pull her panties down the rest of the way and off her legs.

"Turn over," he ordered.

But she'd just gotten comfortable. And maybe it was better he didn't look at her face. If she looked at his, it would only be a reminder that this was probably a bad idea.

"Turn over, Emerson," he said again.

"No."

Sighing, he grabbed her hips and flipped her himself. "You're so stubborn." He pecked her on the lips.

She almost pouted when he pulled away. She was growing to love the feel of his lips on hers. But he was already distracting her. He ran his palms down the length of her body. She squirmed with a giggle as he pa.s.sed over her ribs.

He kissed her belly again as he parted her lower lips gently. He found her needy c.l.i.t and circled a finger around it, making her whimper as the small bud throbbed. Then he moved toward her entrance. She gasped and almost flew off the bed.

"Shh." He settled her back down with a hand on her hip. "Has it been a long time, pretty girl?"

How could she not answer that, with the s.e.xy purr in his voice? "Yes," she said, panting.

He moved his fingers along her slit, poking toward her entrance, but not going there yet. "Look at me," he commanded.

Ignoring him, she stared at the ceiling. If she looked at him, he'd see how vulnerable she was. He'd see her mess of emotions. Right now, her face was an open book. And everything she didn't want him to read was written all over it. Most importantly, how much she was falling for him.

"Come on," he coaxed, pressing his finger into her entrance, painstakingly slow.

She bit her lip to hold back a moan. She arched off the bed, pushing him in further. f.u.c.k. It'd been too long. Now she was ready to f.u.c.k his hand like a needy s.l.u.t. She groaned out loud.

"Look at me, Emerson," he repeated. "You can't hide from me. Not like this."

He withdrew his finger and she cursed. When she brought her eyes to his, he arched a brow in a c.o.c.ky look.

She made a sound of frustration and bucked her body, trying to get him to cooperate.

"That's better." He smiled then pushed two fingers inside her. They were so thick, her walls stretched around them, making her cry out. "You're so hot, little robot." Chuckling, he pushed in further, until he pressed against her g-spot and she screamed. "Though there's nothing robotic about you now."

Was he talking? Why the h.e.l.l was he talking? Grunting, she tried to ride his fingers, but he put his other hand on her hip, holding her down. The control he had over her was as exciting and it was unnerving.

"Bad girl," he teased then smiled.

She had the urge to kick him but figured that wouldn't end well. Instead, she waited, nicely, though it killed her a little inside.

The hand on her hip found its way up her body. At her breast, he paused and narrowed his eyes as if he were trying to see through her, deep into her mind. She turned her head away, hoping he didn't remove his fingers again, the ones ma.s.saging that sweet spot, almost f.u.c.king her to an o.r.g.a.s.m.

He pushed her bra up and over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s then placed two fingers around her nipple and squeezed. Softly at first, which only made her whimper a little. Then he pinched hard.

She arched up and screamed. "Ouch!" It hurt but made wonderful things happen below. The burst of pain was pure erotic torture and sent a rush of electricity shooting through her body.

"G.o.d, you're wet." He pumped his fingers in and out of her, the lubrication making him faster now. "You make me crazy!"

c.o.c.k. She wanted his c.o.c.k inside her. She didn't care how big it was.

"Please," she begged. "Please, Levi."

"Mmm. I like the sound of that. Please what, pretty girl?"

The f.u.c.ker. "Inside me."

He groaned. "I don't think I can wait." A moment later, his fingers were gone, replaced with something much bigger.

She tried to squirm away when he pressed into her entrance. It was too big! The stretch hurt, but he pinned her down so she couldn't move.

"Relax, baby," he whispered, pausing there just inside her entrance. He smoothed a hand over her head, gently. "You just have to adjust. It'll stop in a second."

She nodded, mumbling through an apology. How embarra.s.sing.

"Shh. It's not your fault. Just relax." He pushed in further, forcing her to take it, to take him.

But she wanted to, desperately. Not just because she needed an o.r.g.a.s.m but because it was what he wanted, and for some crazy reason, she was desperate to please him.

"Good girl," he praised. "That's it."

He was jammed in, as far as he could go. She felt so full, but in that fullness, there was satisfaction. Wholeness. Rightness. He pulled out a little then pushed in again, hitting her g-spot, making her yell.

"f.u.c.k!"

He quickened his pace, pumping in and out recklessly now, panting as he held himself over her, his arms on either side of her head. Sweat beaded on his skin. His muscles bulged as he anch.o.r.ed himself on the bed and shoved in hard, groaning a little each time. He kept hitting that spot deep inside, making her cry out, over and over.

Without warning, he pulled out and took a step back. "Up." He gestured to her.

"Huh?"

"Up. I want you to ride me."

"f.u.c.k no." Her legs were Jell-o. She couldn't move, forget leverage her weight over him.

"So stubborn." Then his lips were at her ear. "Ride me and you'll come a second time."

Slowly, she forced her limbs to move, first pushing up on her elbows, then making her legs hold her weight. Levi sat down on the bed then crooked a finger. Her knees wobbled as she stepped toward him.

His c.o.c.k stood straight up, ready to impale her. She gulped. He put his hands around her waist and centered her over it, then slowly, pulled her down on top of him.

A loud gasp broke free. Her hands flew to his shoulders and gripped him hard. He pushed through her barrier and into her channel, already wet but the angle made it more sensitive. He nudged her legs wide open as she straddled him, leaving her feeling so naked and vulnerable.

His mouth descended on her neck, warm and wet. He kissed and nipped along her collar bone, and up the side of her neck to behind her ear. She squirmed when his bristly cheek tickled her. With his hands on her hips, he encouraged her to move. She wiggled, getting comfortable, teasing a little. Maybe she'd have control for a while.

When he growled, low and deep from his chest, she knew his patience snapped. Fingers dug into her hips and he pulled her up then slammed her back down again.

She cried out. So much more powerful this way. He did it again, and pleasure tore through her, violently. Stronger the next time he jammed her onto him. She fell forward, leaning her head on his shoulder, unable to hold herself up anymore. The o.r.g.a.s.m ripped through her, so intense she screamed. Something pointy dug into her neck, sharpening her senses, making her soar. A bite?

Her body spasmed around him. Time seemed to stop. She was floating. Was she still screaming? Her throat hurt, muscles ached. She slowed her breaths, tried to focus. She was wet with sweat and...other stuff. Somehow, she'd been moved to the bed, on her back, but she didn't remember doing that herself. Where was Levi? She didn't feel him next to her.

Panic hit. She reached out for him. "Levi?"

"Right here." His hand found hers and she held on for dear life.

The panic stopped, comfort settled in. A sense of peace. Tired, happy, deliciously sore. Her eyes drifted shut. If this was what having a boyfriend was like, she'd definitely been missing out.

Chapter 13.

Breathing heavily, Levi stared at the ceiling, refusing to think about anything past catching his breath. He squeezed Emerson's hand, finding some comfort there, which didn't make any sense. Guilt ate at his every nerve. He'd rebounded on poor Emerson. Someone should kick his a.s.s. She deserved so much better.

Sighing, he shifted so he could see her. She turned her head and their gazes met. There was nothing he loved more than the look of bliss on a woman's face after good s.e.x. But Emerson was frowning. Frowning? Did she regret this already?

Did he?

No. How could he? She was so soft, smelled so good, tasted sweet, and kissed like a seductress. His only regret was possibly making her feel used.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

With a grunt, she pulled her bra back into place then rose from the bed, shakily, and scanned the floor. She grabbed her underwear and put them back on. He watched her s.e.xy legs as she stepped into them, wishing it was summer and he could ogle them any time.

She scoured the room for the rest of her clothing and he was getting the sense she was starting to regret this. Unacceptable.

He sat up. "Come here."

Ignoring him, she grabbed her shirt off the floor.

"Emerson. Come here. Just for a sec."

This time, she paused and looked at him. She bit down on her lip as if she were nervous. It twisted his gut. Why would she be nervous with him? They'd had a chummy friendship until now. Maybe she worried they'd ruined it.

Growing impatient, he pushed. "Get your s.e.xy a.s.s over here."

She responded with an eye roll, but walked to him anyway. Clad only in her cute bra and underwear, he had to fight back the urge to throw her on the bed and take her again. But now wasn't the time. Something was bothering her and he needed to fix it.

She stopped in front of him, biting that lip again, driving him mad with the need to kiss her. Instead, he trailed his finger up her bare thigh, enjoying the smoothness of her skin.

"Why are you in such a rush to get dressed?" he asked.

She grimaced. Not the reaction he was hoping for. "Maybe we shouldn't have done that."

Regret? c.r.a.p. It was a blow to his ego, that was for sure.

"You just had your heart broken. I shouldn't have let you "

"Hey." He pulled her down onto his lap. She sat stiffly at first, but when he hugged her close, she relaxed into him. "You didn't do anything wrong. And I'm pretty sure I made the first move."

He pressed his lips against her shoulder and inhaled. Despite being stuck in the car for several hours, then f.u.c.ked senseless, she smelled clean and fresh. How did girls do that?

"Tell me what all your tattoos mean." He shifted her a bit so he could see her face.

One side of her mouth curved into a crooked smile. "You can't tell what they are?"

He traced the one on her hip with his fingertip. "This one is obvious." The pixilated Mario mushroom was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l placed in such an intimate spot. He'd be happy waking up and kissing that every morning.

Wait. What?

Waking up to Emerson? Where the h.e.l.l did that come from? They may have had fun in bed just now but she was still a surly little smarta.s.s.

The s.e.x was...an impulsive reaction. He'd been angry. Now that he'd taken that out on Em a d.i.c.k move he wasn't proud of he could think through things clearer.

As far as he was concerned, he and Hope were over, but he needed a resolution. Closure. After four months, she owed him that. He wanted an explanation and he wanted it face to face, so he could see her when she confessed to her lies, and so she could look into his eyes as she said it. Was that twisted of him? Maybe he should give it up. What was the point? He wasn't the type to go after vengeance or anything, so why did he feel so strongly about seeing her? Did part of him hope it was all a misunderstanding?

His head started to spin. Anxiety formed a tight ball in his stomach.

Emerson squirmed in his lap, bringing his focus back to her. Something about her being there, her soft skin against his, calmed him. Maybe it was that pesky projection s.h.i.t again. Or the fact that she just happened to be there, soft and sweet, and smelling like soap and girly stuff.

"This one," she said, bringing her wrist to eye-level, "is a joke."

He studied the numbers. 127.0.0.1. "I don't get it."

"It's the loopback address to whatever computer you're using in the moment. It's sort of like saying, all computers are mine."

He chuckled. "Are you planning to take over the world?"

She gave him a sly smile. "Something like that."

They gazed at each other silently. His mind blanked. Thoughts of Heidi drifted away. For a short moment, he couldn't think of a single reason to move from that spot, ever. Emerson felt so right, sitting on his lap, giving him secret looks, talking about her tattoos.

"And the one on your shoulder?" He skimmed his finger across the line of zeros and ones then noted her shudder.