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FINN
Emma moans softly, then she whimpers and twists under my attention. Her thighs close around my head, blocking out all other chances of hearing her pleasure. Luckily, I don’t need to hear her. The press of her thighs and the tightening of her fingers in my hair are enough to tell me I’m on the right track.
Her hips press upwards and I increase my pressure against her pussy, licking from clit to hole without hesitation. Each stroke upward, I focus intently on her clit with the point of my tongue, then I dip back down. No inch of her goes untouched, unkissed. She gets my full attention and each time she shifts away slightly, I tighten my grip around her hips and pull her back.
She starts to tremble like a leaf and her hips buck back and forth. She’s close and I’m going to take her right off the edge with no pausing. A muffled moan reaches my ears through the closing of her thighs. Her fingers twist around my strands of hair and she pulls so sharply that a bolt of arousal shoots down my spine. I seal my lips in a small circle over her clit and suck hard. Her hips buck. One leg slips on my shoulder. There’s a surge of warmth against my face.
Then, Emma comes.
Her body ripples like a wave, from her toes all the way up to her head. Her thighs tighten around my head for a long moment, trapping me against her pussy, but I’m not complaining. Her sweet juices spill over my tongue for the third time tonight and I continue to kiss and suck at her until her trembling thighs relax.
One leg falls off to the side and my hearing returns. I kiss her mound, then move to prop myself up. Emma’s face is rosy and damp, her lips bitten crimson and her chest heaving. She looks down at me with glassy eyes and a tired, grateful smile pulls across her beautiful face.
“Good?” I ask, as if I have any doubt.
“Mm-hmm,” Emma nods. “So good.”
Kissing the inside of her thigh, I trail smaller kisses up to the crook of her knee. Then I crawl up the length of her body, leaving fleeting kisses over her abdomen and breasts as I move. Up until we’re face-to-face and then I capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss. The heat radiating from her body is immense, and just one taste is enough to entice me into sinking back inside her one more time.
But she’s tired.
Coming home to Emma crumpled on the floor, sobbing her heart out, had broken mine. She’d barely told me what was wrong, only that a class had rejected her. Her pain felt like it ran deeper than she was admitting but I took care of her. A bath and then bed, to rest, where she’d chosen to pour all of her pain into sex. She’d needed a distraction and I’m always happy to provide.
“Think you can get some rest now?” I caress her face and lightly tuck some damp hair behind her head. “Or do you want some more of me?”
“Always,” Emma murmurs, both her hands coming to rest on the sides of my neck. “But no…I’m tired. I want to hold onto this so I fall asleep with these thoughts and not other ones.”
I kiss her slowly, giving as much attention to her upper lip as I do to her lower. Then, I stay with her until she falls asleep. Tucking her up neatly, I stroke her hair repeatedly and sleep takes her quickly. Still, I remain for a few long minutes, just in case. Only when I’m certain she’s asleep do I leave and head to the bathroom to quickly wash up.
Washing my face, the door sits ajar and I catch the low hum of Caspian and Asher’s discussion. They arrived shortly after I called them about Emma being upset, but she wasn’t up for seeing everyone. A choice we all respected.
Towel in hand, I drag it across my beard as I walk into the lounge. Asher’s on the phone with a face like thunder while Caspian is busy on his laptop. He flashes me a tight smile when greeting me but remains quiet as Asher groans deeply.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Thanks for nothing.” He hangs up abruptly and tosses his phone onto the counter with a clatter.
“How is she?” Caspian asks immediately.
“Worn out,” I tease, but I can’t bring myself to add the usual smirk. “She fell asleep quickly so hopefully that will bring her some peace. Poor thing.” Another pummel of my face with the towel, then I discard it and approach the coffee maker. “What about you two? Any luck?”
“Nothing,” Asher mutters, slumping against the counter. “I used all my connections, but the prudes behind the course she applied to aren’t budging. Apparently, they have no interest in entertaining adult content. Even when I explained that the pictures they were sent were stolen and not representative of Emma, they just didn’t care. They’re far too concerned about their own image since the email containing those pics apparently claimed that they wouldn’t want to be associated when the pics go public.”
“Art discrimination,” Caspian murmurs under his breath.
“Public?” I hesitate, holding the coffee pot over my mug. “Is that a threat? Whoever has them is going to release them?”
Asher shrugs. “I can’t tell. Whether it’s a bluff or not, it’s enough to keep Emma out of the course.”
“This is bullshit,” Caspian murmurs. “We have to take this to the police.”
“And do what?” I eye him over my glasses, finally pouring my coffee. “We can’t make the police force them to take Emma into the course, and while I don’t give a shit about exposing myself, I do care about exposing Emma.”
“Me too. I’m days away from quitting and opening my own studio so I don’t care if this goes public,” Caspian declares.
“I won’t have a choice either,” Asher murmurs. “Her father isn’t budging so if he has his way, I’ll be out of a job. Might as well do it on my own terms.”
“Self-sacrificing is all well and good,” I remind them. “But how does any of that help Emma?”
“Well, we have to do something.” Asher presses frustrated fingertips along a groove on my kitchen counter. “All this shit is happening and we’re just watching. Offering our support is useless if we can’t help her. I want to stop this.”
