Dirty Deeds by Stella Rhys

11

EMMETT

I’d jackedit more today than I had in all of last month.

It was all I could do to keep myself from driving to Aly’s work so I could find her, grab her and fuck her over the closest surface.

My blood hadn’t stopped rushing since last night.

Watching my dick entrance Aly might’ve been the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life, but it was also fucking painful to remember that she did want me. This past week, I’d been focusing so hard on acting platonic that I forgot the fact that the woman I wanted most actually wanted me back.

And now I couldn’t stop imagining every way I would’ve fucked her last night.

Sitting in bed, I leaned against my headboard, tipping my head back as I tightened my grip on my cock. I was at it again, jerking off as I thought of Aly’s tits bouncing in my face as she rode me in bed. I imagined her digging her nails into my shoulders as she sank her tight pussy down my every rock-hard inch till she could feel my balls pressed up against her tight ass. She’d give me the sexiest little moans as I licked and teased her nipples before sucking them into my mouth like the sweetest fucking candy.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

My pulse picked up as I milked my dick, squeezing harder toward the swollen tip and easing up on the way down. I could feel the pre-cum seeping from me as I thought of Aly touching herself last night, writhing in bed with her shirt pushed up above her bouncing tits. I could practically hear her little gasps and her whimpering as she played with her pussy, one hand stroking her clit as the other pushed two fingers deep inside.

“Ah, Christ…” I groaned. My thighs tensed as I felt my hot release barreling toward the head of my cock.

Just the thought of her swollen lips as she stared last night was enough to make me come – and harder than I ever had in my life.

I was damn near dizzy from the amount of sperm I was losing but once I got my shit together, I went downstairs to find my phone still buzzing like it’d been when I left it.

I’d abandoned it on the kitchen counter because Drew had been texting me cryptic shit all morning. It was weird. I had no idea what any of his vague questions were getting at and I still didn’t now.

DREW:The Post wrote yesterday that I’m unpredictable and have a problem with authority

DREW:Do you agree

DREW:I didn’t till today

I stared. I really didn’t have the mind for this.

ME:Dude. What are you talking about?

It took ten minutes for him to reply.

DREW:They also pointed out that I have a perfect record anytime my opponent trash talks because I respond well to direct challenges

ME:I’ve noticed but why are you telling me all this

DREW:You said you were never going to let me talk to her or meet her

DREW:Also according to The Post: I tend to do the opposite of what I’m told

I stared.

My immediate reaction was to call Drew, but he didn’t pick up so I furiously texted him back.

ME: Maddox what the fuck you’re talking about

DREW:I’m talking about how I told you to close with Ellie but you didn’t so I’m taking her to dinner tomorrow night.

It took me half a second to realize he was talking about Aly. Once I did, my heart raced so fast I barely remembered calling Drew again, but suddenly, his voice was in my ear.

“Emmett.” His greeting was particularly jovial because he knew I was fucking irate.

“Is this a fucking joke, Maddox?”

“No, this is me being petty because you missed the party I threw for Iain. Also, I tried the lobster roll at Ellie’s restaurant – it’s fucking amazing. Have you had it?”

“Her name is Aly, jackass, and you do realize I’ll fucking kill you if you lay so much as a finger on her, right?”

“Well, I value my life so I’ll just have tantric sex with her. How about that?”

“Drew – ”

“You shouldn’t have waited so long to make a move, Emmett. You snooze you lose.”

I was in the middle of firing back but hung up the second I heard keys in the front door. Without thinking, I hung up on Drew and rushed for the door, swinging it open with Aly’s keys still inside.

“Emmett! What the hell are you – ”

“Where did you even meet Drew today?” I demanded. “Did he come into the restaurant?”

Aly blinked twice and just like that, her shock turned into scorn and she stormed right past me.

“Why does it matter, Emmett?” Her voice trembled as my eyes devoured her ass in that blue dress. “You and I have an agreement, remember? We’re supposed to be – ”

“Friends. Yeah. I know,” I ground out as I caught up to her in the kitchen. “But for friends, we’ve definitely seen each other naked way too many fucking times.”

“Emmett, please,” Aly hissed. A lock of blonde fell from her ponytail as she spun around, pinning an angry, pleading stare at me. “You know I can’t do this with you. You said that if I lived here, we’d be platonic – you promised.”

“What’s platonic about you staring last night instead of walking away?”

“What’s normal about changing with the door open when you have a roommate?”

“I’ve lived alone my whole fucking adult life, Aly, sorry I haven’t changed every one of my habits for you yet.”

“You’re being an asshole right now,” she hissed.

“And you’re in denial,” I seethed. “You want me just as badly as I want you. You’re only going on a date with Drew to get me out of your head. I’ve seen girls do it before and you’re no different.”

“Emmett, please don’t talk like you know anything about me anymore, because you don’t!”

“No shit, Aly, that’s why it’s fucking killing me that you’re about to spend a night talking to Drew and telling him everything I’ve been dying to know about you for twelve fucking years,” I growled so close to her that I could feel her tits grazing my abs. Guilt flashed in her eyes but all she did was glare at me in stubborn silence. “I want to know where you’ve been, what you’ve done – I want to know everything I can about you, Aly, because all I know right now is the fact that you won’t let yourself be with me despite the fact that you want me, and it’s driving me fucking insane!”

“What if I don’t want you?” Aly challenged hotly.

“I know you do,” I muttered furiously. “Aside from the fact that I saw it last night, I saw it the night at the club. Did you already forget what happened then?” I asked, taking full advantage of Aly’s pissed-off silence. “Because if you did let me remind you that you looked at me like you wanted me to fuck you right in that bathroom. You came home with me, you straddled me and you begged me for more of everything I did to that perfect fucking body of yours, so if you want to tell me that you don’t want me, then at least explain that night to me. Because I don’t think I’d ever felt a wetter pussy in my life,” I snarled, her bright pink cheeks sending blood rushing fast to my cock.

God, she looked too fucking good like this. Her chest heaved as she returned the blazing fire in my eyes. But another two seconds of our standoff, and Aly was gone, storming upstairs and shutting the door to her room.

“Fuck,” I muttered, dragging a hand across my jaw and cursing my dick for being hard as a fucking rock. I was pretty damned sure I couldn’t feel any more tortured than I did in that second, but suddenly the show I had playing on the living room TV flickered off.

My eyes were still blazing as I cut them to the screen to see what the hell was going on.

Before I knew what was happening, a video appeared. I caught a glimpse of a girl in a white top and pink panties before my eyes flashed over the words on the screen.

SEXY GIRL PUNISHED FOR SPYING ON CHANGING ROOMMATE.

I stared.

Holy fuck. It took a second for me to realize what was happening – that Aly’s phone was still connected to the TV through airplay.

Which meant she was in her room right now.

Watching goddamned roommate porn.

Blood rushed in my ears as I bounded upstairs in two seconds flat and burst into her room.