A/N: I think yall will be very excited for the direction this goes. Citrus begins now. ;)

Fran begrudgingly betas. She loves us, just not thrilled when we try to put stuff in Edward's butt.

Lily Jill, fanficsr4nerds, and PearlyFox preread. They, however, do like it when we stick stuff in butts.

Emmett woke with a start, the sounds of groaning meeting his ears. It was still dark out, but he must have fallen asleep at some point during his jack-off marathon.

The naughty teacher definitely had to be a succubus or something, 'cause he was completely under her fucking spell. He should have been thinking about getting in touch with his parents, making plans for his time on American soil, but Bella was the only thought he was capable of.

Another groan echoed through the house, and that was when Emmett noticed he also heard the shower running.

Okay, so maybe Bella wasn't the only thing on his mind, since right now, the image of Edward in the shower with his hand around his cock was a little more than he could handle, although his subconscious was not exactly ready to share that information with his conscious self.

Before he could let his mind talk him out of it, Emmett took hold of his throbbing cock–that he tried to write off as caused by Bella and Bella only–and proceeded to stroke as he had so many times already.

His fantasies surprised him this time.

He had her bent over in front of him, pounding into that sweet ass that was tinged pink from his smacks, but this time she had Edward's cock in her mouth. She had it buried in her throat, moaning around it, proving the fact that she really could handle the whole banana. Emmett had seen Edward's dick before, and it was no small thing. Edward ran one hand into her hair, pushing it back and gripping it tightly so Emmett could watch his cock disappear into her throat again and again.

One thing was for sure; he had never been as turned on as he was at the thought of him and his best friend possessing her in that way. He wanted it.

Badly.

After all, they did everything together.

Edward was pretty well lost in his own pleasure; one hand propped on the wall of the shower as he pumped furiously. He had already come so many times he had lost count, and yet it was still impossible to will his dick into submission. Minutes later, some image of Bella's thighs on either side of his head as she rode his face would have him hard as a fucking rock all over again, and he'd be right back to square one.

But when he heard Emmett groan his release from the other room, the surprising image of Emmett fucking her ass while he ate her out was what sent him over the edge, his cum violently painting the walls.

Bella joined the land of the living with a start, already missing the feel of Marines wrapped around her. Her day had been long, picking out a top-of-the-line security system that now adorned every door and window of her room. And when she poured herself in bed at the end of the night, she found herself missing her boys.

They had been so sweet and so patient with her, hardly making a move to remedy the fucking intense energy between them. It wouldn't have taken much to convince her to forget all about wanting to get to know them better. Just one little spark could have lit the whole thing on fire in the most delicious way.

She sighed, rolling over to unplug her phone from the charger, her heart thundering against her ribs when she saw texts from both of them.

Emmett's message was a selfie of him eating a banana with the caption 'thinking of you' and a kissy face emoji. She giggled at the silly image, taking in those killer dimples, ocean blue eyes, and the peek of muscle she could see at the top of his shirtless chest. Her mouth instantly watered, craving me.

God, what she wouldn't give to have her hands all over that.

Edward's text was simpler than that: 'Good morning, gorgeous. Hope you have a good day.' So she typed out a quick response, tossing in some heart-eye emojis for good measure before she dragged herself out of bed and headed to the kitchen to take a picture for Emmett.

Emmett had never moved so fast as he did when he heard his phone buzz moments later. Dropping the weights to the ground with a metallic clang and diving for the small device sitting on the weight bench, nearly dropping it in excitement to see the photo Bella sent.

It was a picture of her sweet, perfect lips attached to a glass of orange juice; her eyes fluttered closed as if she was drinking the nectar of the Gods. Her hair was a mess, likely from just rolling out of bed, but he let himself imagine it was because she had spent as much time fantasizing about them as they had her.

Thinking of you, too. ;) - Bella

You're going to be the death of me, Ms. Swan, but at least I'll die a happy man. Real happy… -Emmett

Oh, now, we can't have that. There's far too much I want to do with you, yet. -Bella

This chick was something else. He could handle some light flirting; he was no stranger to that. But since the very beginning, she had constantly been taking it to the next level, and he fucking loved it. He wondered how far he could push her...

I wanna hear all about it. Starting with that damn banana! Should send me a pic of that. Pretty pink lips ;) -Emmett

You think my lips are pink and pretty? -Bella

Know what would be even prettier? Send me a pic of that pout in action. - Emmett

Please, he added in his head, show me just what it would look like with those lips around my cock.

What will I get? -Bella

What do you want? -Emmett

Hell, he'd give her whatever she wanted at this point.

He sat down on the bench, swapping between her picture and her texts. Christ, she was so fucking pretty. He reached for his towel, wiping the sweat off his forehead while he waited on her response.

I could go for a pic of that strong chest of yours … impressive, if I do say so myself ;) -Bella

Well, it was a good fucking thing he was in the middle of working out, wasn't it?

Emmett stood up long enough to snap the picture, making sure he got his face flashing her a teasing grin, along with his pecs and abs, glistening with sweat.

Ones headed ur way, sexy witch. -Emmett

Bella's jaw damn near hit the table at the sight before her, her mouth going dry. She shouldn't have even bothered wearing panties under her yoga pants; they were already fucking soaked. Between Emmett and Edward, she was going to have to stock up for sure.

And you say I'm sexy? God, I just want to run my tongue all over you. -Bella

Emmett groaned at the thought, the gray sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to tamp down his own arousal.

Seems you should send me a pic of equal value. Giving you all this muscle for a little lip! -Emmett

Have to earn that. -Bella

Just show me what to do. Stat. Wednesday night? -Emmett

Bella could help to giggle. The responsible part of her brain said no because she had to work the next day, at her real-time day job. But fuck, she wanted him, and who was she to say no to this hunk of a man?

I think we can work something out. Pick me up at 8? -Bella

Can't wait. Wear something you don't mind sweating in; I gotta see what you're capable of. -Emmett

I think you'll be surprised. -Bella

Looking forward to it, gorgeous. -Emmett

Emmett grabbed the keys off the counter and headed out into the garage. As soon as his gaze came to rest on his 2020 double cab Silverado with 2500 HD bulletproof suspension, a broad grin spread across his face. Nine months Emmett had been away from home. Away from his family and friends, and away from his damn truck. Even though he had been back for a couple weeks, he could barely wait to take his baby out mudding. Emmett circled the truck slowly, examining every inch of ash gray gloss paint before stepping back satisfied. Elsa gleamed like a ripe cherry beneath the sunlight …

As excited as his truck made him, Emmett had other reasons to look forward to tonight, and he was on his way to see one of those reasons now. Bella. He'd been waiting days to see those dancing orbs and that delicious full bottom lip. Yeah—she'd sent him a pic—one he'd used a couple of times since receiving it, but there was nothing like experiencing the real thing. Honestly, he couldn't wait to suck that plump, succulent lip into his mouth. Emmett gritted his teeth at the thought, a tremble fluttering in his abdomen, threatening to shoot straight into his lower region. He stopped next to the toolbox, glancing at his blurred reflection one last time as he ran long fingers to smooth his hair.

Perfect.

Emmett watched his dimples wink back at him, pleased with his appearance, as he adjusted the smoky gray T-shirt. Most people would consider him a big man, yet Emmett just liked to think of himself as physically fit. Turning before the mirror, he studied his ass with another satisfied grin, loving the way the dark denim hugged his frame. Just for an added effect, he reached into this shirt and retrieved the dog tags issued to every service member alive and dangled them in clear view.

If Bella liked that he was a Marine, he was more than willing to exploit it. With one last final inspection, he rounded the truck and climbed behind the steering wheel, punching the button for the garage door; he glanced at his cell, chuckling to himself as Bella's picture popped up on the screen.

It was stupid, he realized, as her picture dimmed before disappearing. He'd set his home screen to the photo of Bella pouting up at the camera, and a shiver of electricity zapped his gut. As soon as Emmett's cock went rigid in his jeans, he shook his head and backed out of the garage, tossing the phone in the center console.

Braking in the driveway, Emmett cranked up the metal band rocking out from the speakers and glanced through the rearview. Staring at the empty spot in the drive where Edward's truck normally sat, Emmett felt a hollowness in his chest. Edward had been gone for nearly twenty-four hours, and honestly, it felt as if someone had cut off his fucking leg. The man was more than just his best friend. Edward was a part of his soul, and every time they were separated, no matter how briefly, Emmett felt that shit in his spirit.

Emmett backed out of the drive as he contemplated the bond he shared with Edward. Here lately, he'd started feeling something more prominent between himself and Edward.

Noticing things …

The incident from a few days ago in Bella's living room had made a prominent feature in his nightly fantasies. Lean, toned muscles, bronze hair, and sage green eyes made an appearance right alongside delicious curves, onyx locks, and eyes the color of dark whiskey. It made him wonder how far things would have gone if Bella hadn't interrupted.

For the first couple of hours, there had been this insane charge between them that made it nearly impossible to be in the same room as each other. But that had faded and returned right back to only popping up when they brushed against each other, or one of them stared at the other just a few beats too long. Then Edward left for his parents' place, leaving Emmett all by himself.

Even now, warmth circulated in his gut, and the oddest sensation coursed through him. Shaking the absurdity of these wicked sensations away, he focused on the light traffic scattered through town as he navigated the suburbs of Orlando.

There was absolutely no way he had a thing for his best friend. He just fucking loved him. You know, kind of the way a person loved having arms or breath in their lungs. Edward was a necessity for him, one he had no desire to shake, but lately … lately …

Could he want Edward on a deeper level? Wouldn't he have realized it by now if that were the case? Sure, he could appreciate when a man was attractive. Especially Edward, who looked like he was sculpted by the gods themselves. But he had never craved them beyond that, so why now? Why Edward?

Even as he asked himself these wicked questions plaguing him, he couldn't deny the stimulating effect of hearing Edward in the shower the other night. It had been abundantly clear he wasn't the only one with pent-up sexual frustration if Edward's loud groans behind the pattering of the water on the shower walls had been any indication.

Just the thought made Emmett shift uncomfortably in his seat as he braked at the red light; blowing a deep breath, his thoughts went to Bella.

He was one hundred percent into chicks. Yet …

Right now, wasn't the time to speculate on his relationship with Edward. Right now, he wanted to think of that sassy ass woman with the black hair to her waist and those long fucking legs that went on for miles under her skirt. He wanted to run his hands over every inch of ivory skin, revel in her velvet flesh …

Fuck …

Soon, man, soon.

When her house finally came into view, Emmett felt the predatory leap of his heart. He could literally hear the pulse thundering over Slipknot's beating drums. A fever entered his blood, and a pang of hunger he'd never experienced rocketed deep in his gut. This yearning for dominance coursed through him, and a sharp thrill raced across his skin. Impatiently, he threw his truck in park and leaped from the cab.

Before he even made it up the walk, her front door popped open, and she appeared in the doorway. He stalled in his tracks. The air was stolen straight from his lungs, and he damn near swallowed his tongue. Emmett swore he'd never seen a more compelling sight than the one standing before him now.

Long, waist-length curls were bound over one shoulder, leaving one side of her neck bare, and Emmett greedily ate up the slope. Ocean blues trekked the patch of bare skin, down the V of her white and black plaid top that was parted down the middle, giving him a wink of her belly button. Then there was that matching pleated skirt stopping mid-thigh, and he was positive if she bent forward, he'd get an excellent view of her ass.

Bella was very aware of her impact as she stepped out onto the front step. A sassy smile flashed across her face, letting her gaze openly devour the dimples and muscle standing before her. When his nostrils flared in response, Bella's sheer black thong grew damp. And when that animalistic glint entered Emmett's intriguing eyes, Bella's nipples puckered, adding to her exhilaration. "Hello, soldier," she flirted, her head tipping to the side, her lashes dropping to study him through the veil. "You look … wow … very nice …"

Emmett stood there at a loss for words. Her sweet scent floated on a cool breeze, his chest puffing as he fought the need to touch her, his long fingers curling as his muscle rippled. Gritting his teeth, Emmett's eyes rolled as he called upon control. Finally, he smiled with confidence and completed the trek, stopping a couple of centimeters away. "Woman, fuck an orange. You are so edible. Delicious."

"I look delicious?" Bella asked as his masculine scent wafted in the air. Her toes curled as her gaze came to rest on the dog tags resting between his pecs. Boldly, she reached forward and lifted the tags, reading the stamp. "Did you wear these just for me, Emmett McCarty?"

"It is a personal preference to wear them, in salute to my career and country," Emmett explained honestly. Dipping his head an inch closer, he murmured, "I did make them visible for you, however, Ms. Swan."

"I'm flattered, Colonel McCarty." His lips were so close. Bella honed in on their fullness, and they seemed to beckon her closer. She had this temptation to lift on her tiptoes and taste the spice she smelled on his breath. The anticipation was a delicious concept and added to the yearning coiled in her gut. By the merest of threads, she managed to deny the urge; dropping his dog tags back to that excellently etched torso, she gave a slight push with her fingertips to create space between them. "So, where are we headed? Anywhere in particular in mind?"

Emmett's chest vibrated with a chuckle as he rocked back on his heels. His brows lifted, and his eyes danced with amusement. "There's this club on the outskirts of town. Thought you could teach me some darts."

"Oh, whatever," Bella openly laughed as she followed him to his truck. "The big bad soldier doesn't know how to play darts?"

"I know how to play," Emmett informed, pulling the door open for her, his hand resting on her waist as she climbed inside the cab. Temptation getting the better of him, his gaze darted toward her ass as she rose above ground level, catching a glimpse of smooth bare ass cheeks before she settled into the seat. Swallowing the lust dripping from his tongue, he continued, "I might just wanna feel your arms around me."

"I don't think we need darts for that." Bella ate up his perfect smile as he shut the door. She blew out a deep breath, trying to cool the wildfire, causing her heart to race with a moment to herself. Right into the fucking fire.

Timing … It was all about timing, Bella mused as she traced Emmett's extraordinary chest highlighted by his form-fitting T with hungry eyes.

Given that Emmett was military, it only made sense for him to be physically in shape, yet that type of tone came from hours of dedication to his body—like hours inside a gym or doing countless fucking crunches … squats for days. Hell, as she contemplated his workout regiment, her thighs tingled as she speculated how many squats it took to reach that level of awesome.

The picture he'd sent came readily to mind. His glorious pecs, sprinkled with a light dusting of hair, glossed over with a thin layer of sweat … Yum. Bella vaguely remembered seeing barbells in the background and knew he'd just finished an extensive workout.

It felt like an eternity passed before he climbed into the cab beside her. She wasn't even mildly surprised when he shoved the center armrest out of the way and patted the seat next to him, saying, "I think you're sitting too far away. Bring your beautiful ass over here."

Bella didn't even hesitate; holding her skirt in place, she scooted across the seat and came to rest beneath the arm he settled across the back of the seat. Intrigued by his captivating scent, her chin tipped until her nose brushed his pec. "You smell so … so … spicy. Is that cinnamon?"

"Does cinnamon get you going, princess?" He grinned over her with a knowing smirk.

Did cinnamon get her going? Did cinnamon get her going? With a soft laugh of confirmation, she rolled her eyes as if it were obvious. "Safe to say, it works in your favor. Such a manly…"

"Man enough to handle you, princess?" His statement came out more like a question, and his gaze roamed her delicate features, coming to rest on the tip of her nose. He had this urge to drop a kiss on it, and his blood hummed.

Bella gulped as his gaze connected with hers, and she felt the tips of her fingers graze her exposed neck. With this undeniable need roaring through her, and her damp panties, she murmured, "I don't think you would have a problem with that."

Emmett cocked his head as a wicked sensation jolted down his spine. Backing out of the drive, Emmett knew he would have a problem focusing on the road with Bella at his side. Hell, he'd been half aroused all the way here and now rocked a full-fledged stiffy. "I cannot wait to show you how capable I am."

She chuckled in response, overwhelmed by the warmth radiating from his form. Clearing her throat, she played with the pleat in her skirt, ever mindful of his lustful gaze repeatedly darting to the gap in her shirt. "So, you and Edward have been friends a long time. What made you want to go into the military together?"

Emmett tore his attention away from her visible breastbone, imaging the raspberry tips perking to attention beneath her top as he licked dry lips. Before the night was over, he'd know exactly what those buds tasted like, and he couldn't wait. As Edward's name left her lips, he could envision Edward's hand cupping her breasts, and Emmett had to muffle a groan. Intuition getting the better of him, he lifted a brow, "Something we always talked about doing since we were five. The day came, and we signed on the line … no questions asked. I do have a question of my own, however."

"What's on your mind?" Bella leaned into his heat as they turned into the parking of Pink Flamingo. Despite it being a weekday, the club was still rocking with teams of people scattering the lot and an assortment of vehicles dotting the area. Licking the strawberry gloss on her lips, Bella relished the sweet flavor as Emmett maneuvered the massive truck into the parking lot. Impulsively, her hand came to settle on his thick thigh, her fingers flexing as the bulk tightened momentarily.

Emmett turned the key in the ignition; sitting back in his seat, he studied her quietly. The weight of her hand resting on his leg made concentration difficult, and his body awakened to staggering degrees. All he wanted to do was pull her into his lap and lift that fucking skirt while drawing a pebbled tip into his mouth.

"Well?" Bella teased, noticing the thunder in his gaze.

A crooked smile pulled at his lips. "How the fuck did you become a sex therapist? I mean, it's not something I see a child thinking about becoming, so I'm assuming something prominent inspired you. I just want to know where it came from."

Humor tickled her chest. Bella chuckled, her gaze darting away before returning to his. "Actually, I was in this relationship, and my partner couldn't find the g-spot if it had been a snake and bit him. I assumed a lot of women have the same problem. I decided I wanted to help with that. So, now, I take pride in teaching men what women really want."

Emmett merely laughed. Throwing his door open wide, he hopped out, turning back to help her down. Bella noticed the light dancing in his eyes as his hands encircled her waist. As she came to rest on her feet in front of him, she bit her lip.

"I can promise you, cupcake; I won't have a problem finding the magic button. I look forward to demonstrating that whenever you are ready." His hand settled on her lower back as he guided the way through the parking lot. Emmett's head dropped until his lips skimmed her ear. "Just give me the word, and we will hop right back in this truck." To emphasize his statement, his hand floated down the curve of her waist, and he caressed her hip with knowing fingers.

Bella gulped down a breath as his grip tightened with a growl vibrating from his chest. Instantly, her core turned to liquid heat, and the intense ache nearly had her taking Emmett up on his offer. Pushing the desire away, however, she playfully swatted his chest. "But, baby, you promised me a date."

"I sure the fuck did, cupcake." Emmett shrugged; slipping his fingers through hers, he led her to the bar. As the bartender came to stand in front of them, Emmett tucked Bella's petite form, compared to him, that is, against his chest, relishing the feel of her soft curves resting into his hard chest; he dipped his head, openly smelling her hair. "Jack and Coke for me, and the lady will have …"

Pleasure rippled through Bella as she settled her weight into Emmett's thick frame. A sense of belonging shuddered through her as Emmett's arm draped over her shoulder, his bicep flexing. "I'll just have a fuzzy navel."

"You got it." The bartender left them to their own devices as he went about getting their order.

"Yeah, ya will," Emmett agreed, his chest pressing into her back. Dropping a kiss to the top of her head, he nuzzled her ear.

Bella's breath stuck in her throat as shivers ran down her spine, her head tilting in his direction, Emmett's hot cinnamon-flavored breath coasting across her cheek. "Is it fuzzy?"

Emmett's mouth was watering, nearly drooling, his lips brushing across her silken flesh. "Find out."

Bella swallowed tightly, shifting in his arms until she was nose to incredible pec, his scent causing her eyes to roll. Somehow as lust wandered through her limbs, she managed to find the hem of his shirt, her knuckles grazing the bulge as she lifted the fabric. The problem was, she didn't want to just see the line of hair trailing into his waistband; Bella had this ungodly desire to feel it. Wantonly, her fingertips grazed his abdomen, noting the ripple of muscle. "So fucking sexy …"

"You're telling me," he groaned, his lips lingering on the bridge of her nose. This date had just started, and Emmett needed to taste her. Hell, he was fairly positive he might wilt away to nothingness if he didn't. Emmett brushed the hair from her cheek until his fingers came into contact with the amazing line of her jaw. With just a little nudge, he lifted her face to his and brushed her lips with his.

She was electrified, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. There was no other way to explain the sensations rocking through her as his lips parted and his tongue licked across the seam of her mouth. Involuntarily, with absolutely no command from her brain whatsoever, her lips parted in response, her tongue meeting his. Before Bella knew it, she was locked in a hungry embrace, rocked to her core with a throbbing clit and a mouthful of tongue. "Holy fuck …"

Over and over, Bella had to remind herself she was the sex therapist because currently, Emmett—this hulk of a man—was causing her to forget all the things she'd thought she knew. Now, all she wanted to know was the sharp sting of his teeth as they nipped at her lips and the fullness he created in her mouth as his tongue dove deep. Her nails were just sinking into the nape of his neck to hold him to her, his fingertips tickling the spot above her belly button when someone clearing their throat intruded.

Emmett stared at her with glazed eyes as he pulled back. Once again, the clearing of a throat intruded on a heated exchange. Finally, he licked his lips with a sexy smile, saying, "Love the strawberries … so fucking sweet."

Bella was basking in the flavor tingling on her tongue as well as Emmett stepped back to retrieve their drinks. Fucking cinnamon, she determined, savoring the taste. Missing his heat, she trailed him to a table in the back of the club, her gaze darting between him and writhing bodies on the dance floor. Again, his brow lifted, and the corner of his mouth rose. "Don't worry; this big body knows how to shake it."

"I sure fucking hope so," Bella groaned, slipping into the seat across from him. Even though they'd met a few days ago, the space separating them was felt far deep into her core. Perhaps later, she would give it more thought, but she wanted to live in the moment for now. Stirring her drink, she swallowed the sweet peach alcohol absorbing on her taste buds. "Man, it's been forever since I had one of these."

"A fuzzy navel?" Emmett asked.

Definitely a double meaning hidden in there, Bella mused, unable to stop the throaty laugh. Shaking her head, she looked around, "So, where is that dartboard?"

"Eager to get your hands on me again?" Emmett slipped off his seat after downing half his drink in a couple of swallows, easing closer to her chair as he searched for the dartboard. "If I remember correctly, it's back in that room over there."

"Do you ever take anything seriously?" Bella wanted to know, letting him take hold of her fingers. "I forgot your aim is bad. Lead the way, soldier, before I call your commander. We have to get you some practice."

"Life's too short to be serious all the time. Trust me, I've seen a lot of people lose their lives before they had a chance to live them." Emmett filled her in as they pushed their way through the crowd of people. "And if that beautiful mouth calls my commander, I'll tan that sweet ass of yours."

Bella glanced at him with a smoldering look, coyness dictating her words, "Do you promise, Emmett McCarty?"

Slyly he returned her gaze. "Did you bring your ruler? I forgot mine at home."

Bella laughed again as the dartboard came into view. Pushing him playfully, she urged him toward the game. "Just get that fine ass over there so I can teach you how to play darts."

"Yes, ma'am. Come wrap that body around me and show me how it's done."

For the next half an hour, she and Emmett played darts … or at least Bella tried to play. Several times, she let the dagger slip through her fingertips and nearly took out an eye once and hit some guy in the ass. This time when the little missile flew, it went in the complete opposite direction than she'd intended. She laughed so hard; she nearly pissed her panties as the dart boomeranged on her. "How the fuck can one person suck so bad."

Emmett watched a dude at the bar dodge the bullet and roared with laughter. "All right … give me the darts before we go to jail." Flicking his fingers toward her, he moved closer when she held them behind her back with a shake of her head, her chin tilting to meet his gaze. Leaning down until his lips hovered over hers, he whispered, "Baby, give me the darts …"

"Nope," she sang, that full bottom lip protruding on her famous pout. Bella had consumed two fuzzy navels since they'd started playing, and a delicious hum was singing in her blood. Floating on a buzz, she murmured, "Come take 'em, big boy."

"Sassy, little …" Emmett groaned, his arms winding around her back to retrieve the barbs in her hands. Staring into her eyes, he dropped a kiss on her forehead. "Let's move this party to the dance floor and show me your moves."

How could Bella refuse such an invitation? Instantly, the playfulness died away, and suddenly, she was simmering. She threw back the rest of her drink as she followed him out of the game room, melting into Emmett's thick muscle as The Weeknd blared from the speakers.

The size of Emmett, the spicy scent, and the music tantalized Bella, tempting her to grind into him as he circled her, moving in time to the music. She was practically lying on his massive chest when he lifted his phone and snapped a pic of them dancing. Transfixed, she watched through a haze as he typed a quick text and pressed send. Bella's fingers slipped inside Emmett's shirt, grazing his abs, as her fingers wound around his nape, forcing his head down to hers. "Who are you texting?"

"Your boyfriend," Emmett whispered, licking her ear, moaning as her fingers skimmed his waistband. "Thought I'd give him something to think about while he's away … bring him home quicker."

"Edward?"

Emmett's hand slipped down her waist, his fingertips lingering on the swell of Bella's ass as he nipped the lobe of her ear. As lost as he was in his fixation on this woman, he still managed to follow the music's beat, grinding against her. "Do you miss him, Bella? He's pretty fucking sexy, right?"

Bella was utterly spellbound, wrapped in a web of her own making, yet so unready to break free. She turned in Emmett's arms, letting her back rest against him, and the vision of Edward dancing in front of her filled her senses. "Fuck … yes."

His lips came to rest next to her ear as his fingers slipped to the V of her shirt. Growling, he groaned as his imagination took over, and somehow, Edward's imaginary presence thickened his blood, his cock going rock hard. Hungrily, he pressed it against her ass. "Will you let me watch?"

"Mmm." Twisting into his erection, Bella murmured, "Watch what?"

"Edward's cock fucking that pussy?" Emmett didn't give her a chance to answer; his arousal heightened by the visualization, his lips slipped down her neck. Nibbling the chords as her fingernails bit into his nape. "Will you let me eat your pussy while he fucks you?"

"Oh … fuck." Bella wasn't sure how a simple statement could turn her on, but suddenly, she was running, trying to keep up with the fire consuming her. Emmett's dirty words continued to pour from his lips until Bella couldn't take anymore. With a moan of welling frustration, she gripped the back of his neck until his lips settled over hers.

There were too many people, Emmett's mind whispered. All he wanted to do was lay this woman across the bar and sink into her. He didn't even give a shit what part of him slipped into her pussy, but he needed to taste her. His hands roamed her body, slipping into the top she wore, carelessly cupping her heated flesh, and was thrilled to discover no barriers lay between his palm and her breast. Emmett wasn't sure what caused the fever driving her … the dancing … him … or Edward, but suddenly, he didn't give a shit. Sucking her tongue deep in his mouth, he pinched the tip of her breast, playing with the barbell in the puckered tip. "Little raspberries … fucking love raspberries … prickly and sweet. Can I fuck your pussy while Edward's nibbling these berries?"

Bella was fucking lost.

… lost.

Her panties were about to slip from her hips, coated in the hunger his words created. Everything he said came screaming to mind, and her clit pulsed, awakening to new possibilities. His teeth grazed her jaw, and his open mouth slid down her neck, sucking with just enough pressure to make her crave more.

"I want to eat your pussy … remember that fucking orange … all gone, baby … all gone." Emmett grew bolder with each mumbled word and achy moan Bella unleashed. Kissing her neck, he returned to her lips, kissing her long and deep. "Can I eat your pussy? Promise, you won't be disappointed."

Bella nearly fainted when she felt his fingers slip up her skirt from the back, tracing the line of her thong to her wet center. As soon as he pressed on her slit, another flood rushed into her panties, positive she was coating his fingers. She nearly screamed her consent as 'yes' was ripped from her tongue when he nudged her panties to the side.

One minute dancers surrounded them, and the next, Bella was standing at Emmett's truck. Hurriedly, he opened the door and lifted her inside. The second he climbed in beside her, they were locked together, tongues seeking and winding, teasing and caressing. "I want you to sit on my face. Lift that sweet ass skirt and plant that pussy on my tongue … orange gone … remember?"

Mindless with desire and insatiable need, Bella pulled away to look around the parking lot. It was late, dark, and the windows were fogging. Without another thought, she pushed him to lay down on the seat, thankful he had a truck large enough to compliment his size. Using the window for purchase, she climbed up his torso, and she smiled down at him. "Ready?"

"You have no idea, sexy witch. Put that pussy all up in my mouth." Emmett was a step away from coming in his pants. As soon as his tongue met those slick folds, he was sure he was going to nut everywhere. However, he was taken aback when she flipped the script and abruptly turned until she sat on him backward. He laid there awestruck as Bella began fumbling with the snap on his jeans. Firmly, he swatted her ass when his zipper bust free. "Bet, sexy … fuck … bend the fuck down here."

Bella barely saw his cock spring free because her eyes rolled as Emmett's mouth came into contact with throbbing flesh. The whole orange demonstration hadn't been a fluke. The man dove in, sucking and slurping, his tongue delving deep with no shyness.

Emmett's fingers gripped her ass, parting those perfect cheeks; he became a man ravenous. Stabbing his tongue deep into her channel, he groaned when air floated over his cock, the flesh pounding with want, causing his hips to buck with impatience. With one firm tug, Emmett snapped the sting of her thong, sucking her clit in his mouth; he fumed as her sweet honey flowed across his tongue. "Holy shit … taste better than I would've ever imagined."

Bella gasped as sensation after sensation stole her breath. Blindly, she groped in front of her, wanting to give as good as she got … and fuck, she was getting it good. So good, in fact, Bella undulated against his questing mouth, her fingers winding around his thick cock … loving the hiss of breath that rushed against her center. As she pumped his rigid cock, his efforts below became indescribable, licking and sucking, teasing. "Oh, yes … like that, oh my …"

As he sucked her clit into his hot mouth, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over his length, kissing the tip; she grinned when his head fell away. His roar filled the cab as she sucked him into her mouth, his velvet cap grazing the back of her throat, his width stretching the chords. Wanting more of him, she shoved at his pants, baring his broad hips. Caressing the length she couldn't fit in her mouth, Bella worked over the beastly flesh, rolling his balls in her hand.

"Pussy's so fucking good," Emmett roared, his hips bucking off the seat, his hands sliding between them, finding her breasts. When the shock of her mouth wore off, he returned to devouring her. "Edward inside this pretty pink pussy while I eat it."

The mention of Edward while Emmett slurped her juice and thrusting his tongue inside revved Bella up. It didn't take long before the first strings of desire started to break apart, and liquid heat splintered throughout her body. He pinched her nipples as he set a tempo with his tongue, her hips rocking back to meet him, searching for that ultimate glory. When he smacked her ass and sucked her clit, she broke apart, vaguely recalling him saying something about Edward. With pale green eyes floating in her mind, she broke into a million pieces, her hips moving of their own volition as she crested. "Oh fuck … yes … fuck … Emmett … shit."

Bella coasted on the waves of release as she rode his face. Once the final tidal wave ripped through her, she weakly returned to managing the 'beast.' He was thrusting into her throat with wicked abandon when his roar filled the cab, and he shot off. "In-fucking-credible."

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