Author note:
I'm back! Thanks to those of you who are still reading this for being patient. I'm a little nervous about this one. It's a bit more explicit and pushed me out of my comfort zone. I hope you like it and that it was worth the wait.
CH 103-Naughty or Nice
Emma stepped out of the shower and checked her phone. Still no message from Clay. Tonight, was her work Christmas Party. They had talked about it, so she knew he was aware. So far it was looking like he could accompany her, but now that he was late getting home from a training exercise, she wasn't sure. She decided to text him and see if he could answer.
-Are you going to make it tonight? –
It was a while before she received a response.
-Yes. But will be late. Can you grab an Uber & I'll meet you there? –
-Sure! See you then! –
She would have understood if he couldn't make it but was happy he would be joining her. Emma continued getting ready and called for a ride. Before she left, she sent Clay one more message as a reminder.
-Your sweater is laying on the bed. See you soon. -
Emma's message about the sweater didn't register with him until he was home and out of the shower getting dressed. He held up the garment and looked it over. It was a black, crew-neck sweater with snowflakes knitted in and the message, "On the Nice List," across the chest in large, green letters. He cringed a little when her recalled their discussion that this was an Ugly Christmas Sweater party. Pulling it on reluctantly, he took a breath and vowed to do it for Emma.
Clay gave her a call when he started out.
"Hey Em. I'm on my way. I should be there in about twenty minutes."
"Great. You can park in back. We're in the large room off the side of the restaurant."
"Sounds good."
He was reaching to hang up when he questioned her about her choice of clothing for him.
"Babe…what's with the Nice List sweater?"
"I told you the party was an Ugly Sweater Party."
"I know, but…Nice list?"
"That was the best I could come up with. I figured there was no way I would get you into one that had a light up Rudolph nose, or a Santa beard."
He chuckled at her reasoning.
"You're right. I appreciate it. So, if I'm on the nice list, I assume yours is Naughty?"
"Yep."
"Really, Em? Don't you think you have it backwards?"
"So, you think I can't be naughty," she teased.
"I…well…you're the nicest person I know. I think you should be on the nice list."
"Good save Spenser."
He laughed as her heard the sarcasm in her voice.
"See you soon Em."
"Bye."
As soon as she pressed the button to end her call, one thing ran through her mind. Clay thought she couldn't be naughty. Well, she would show him.
Clay finally arrived and found Emma talking with Mikayla and some other co-workers. He joined her and bent to kiss her cheek.
"Hey babe. Sorry, I'm late."
"It's fine," she said reaching for his hand. "I'm glad you're here now."
He looked up and addressed the women standing near them.
"Ladies. Sorry to interrupt."
"It's fine," Emma answered. "Clay, these are some of the other teachers and aides, guys, this is Clay."
He nodded again and squeezed Emma's hand. As the discussion picked back up again, both Emma and Clay could see the glances shot in his direction. The conversation covered many topics, from the kids at the Day Care, to Christmas preparations, to favorite cookie recipes. Clay listened with enough attention to nod or make a comment now and then, but the issues didn't hold much appeal for him. Suddenly, he realized this was how Emma must feel at many of the team functions when he and the guys got to talking. Discussions about gun sights, or new night vision equipment must bore her to tears. As he let his gaze drift around the room, he realized that he could only see one or two other males in attendance.
When there was a break in the conversation, he questioned Emma.
"Honey, I thought this was a party for the staff and their significant others."
"It is."
"Why don't I see many other guys around?"
"Well, the entire staff happens to be female."
"Ok, but what about boyfriends and husbands?"
"Most of them only stuck around for a little while and then went out to the bar in the other room to watch a football game or something."
Clay nodded.
"Okay, gotcha," he said as he slid an arm around her.
"Did…did you want to join them? I know that this can't be too interesting for you."
"No honey. Not at all. I came to support and spend time with you. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. I don't want to be anywhere else."
Emma beamed in pleasure and reached up to give him a kiss on his cheek.
They rejoined the others and carried on more small talk and munched on bites from the trays of hors d'oeuvres that were passing around the room, until Mrs. Johnson spoke out.
"Everyone, everyone, may I have your attention, please?"
The entire room turned to face the director.
"First, I want to thank you all for coming, and I hope you are having a good time and enjoying the food."
There were many nods of appreciation and agreement and she continued.
"This has been a great year for us. We have served the children well and have been able to expand our offerings and instruction as well. Now, most of you know that at this time of year we customarily announce our outstanding employee for the year. This year I would like to recognize…Emma Hayes."
Clay heard Emma's surprised gasp next to him as the room erupted in applause. He turned to see her flushed cheeks and shining eyes. He couldn't resist pulling her into an embrace and giving her a quick kiss.
"As you all know, Miss Hayes joined us as a Summer aide this year and has graciously stayed on to over-see our music program. The music program she organized, got funding for, and continues to expand. I know we all agree what a positive impact it has had on the children. In addition, Miss Hayes arranged the school supply drive we had this Christmas. Due to the generosity of our families and staff, tonight, we will be putting together over 100 pouches of school supplies for underprivileged children in the community." Mrs. Johnson paused for more cheers. "Please join me in congratulating Emma Hayes."
The room clapped and cheered as Emma blushed. Clay whistled and applauded along with everyone else.
When the noise died down, Clay drew Emma close again.
"Em, I'm so proud of you. You've worked hard and made such an impact."
Hearing his praise warmed her soul.
Mikayla broke into their private moment by telling them the school supply table was set up and she was going to work on stuffing some pouches if they wanted to join her. The pair followed along and found room among the other staff to get all the bags filled and organized. The number of hands made quick work of the job and soon boxes were filled and stood waiting to be carried outside to Mrs. Johnson's car.
The two looked over the table in satisfaction.
"See babe. I told you. You should be the one in the Nice List sweater."
"You sure about that," she teased.
"Of course. There's nothing naughty about you."
Emma reached up to draw his head down to hers and whispered in his ear.
"Then why am I wearing nothing under this skirt?"
Clay's eyes almost popped out of his head at her comment. She threw him a smirk over her shoulder before she turned to go get a dessert from the choices just laid out. He soon followed after her. When he caught up to her, he grasped her arm and bent his head to speak directly into her ear.
"That is so not fair, Em. How am I supposed to think about anything else now?"
She shrugged casually and winked.
"Try tapping into that training of yours."
Soon, Mrs. Johnson called on Emma again to lead them in a few Christmas Carols as she accompanied on the piano. Clay always enjoyed hearing Emma sing. He stood there listening, wrapped up in her voice when a few of the ladies approached him.
"So, Clay. Emma tells us you're in the Navy."
"Uh, yea, I am."
"That sounds exciting. What exactly is your job?"
It was always a touchy subject when people wanted to know about his work. He tried his best to answer without giving too many details.
"I work with Emma's dad. That's how we met, actually."
They all nodded and smiled, but their curiosity wasn't quenched.
"What is it that you two do?"
"Well, ma'am…I'm, I'm a SEAL."
"Oooh, a SEAL! What's that like?"
Mikayla watched from a distance as the 'Cougar Crew', as she liked to call them, tittered, and giggled over Clay. She looked over to where the Emma was singing to see if she noticed. So far it looked like she hadn't seen the stir Clay was causing. Mikayla had to admit that watching him try to put off the ladies while remaining polite was amusing. Soon she decided the poor guy had had enough. When there was a break between songs, she got Emma's attention.
"I think Clay needs some rescuing."
Emma looked around to see what was going on. She located her boyfriend surrounded by several of her co-workers. Mikayla spoke up again.
"They've been eyeing him like one of the selections on the dessert table."
Emma knew she had no reason to be jealous. But she couldn't help feeling a little territorial. Excusing herself, she maneuvered her way to Clay's side just as he was putting off another question about his job.
"That must be so exciting."
"Not really, it's kind of boring, mostly a lot of training."
"You're joking," one of the bolder ladies laughed as she laid her hand on his arm.
"No ma'am. It takes a lot of practice to learn to balance that ball on your nose."
That set them to laughing again as Emma made her presence known.
"Ladies, I'm sorry. I need to steal my boyfriend away from you."
Several faces fell in disappointment.
"It was…it was nice talking to you all," Clay finished as he turned to follow Emma.
She led him over to the drinks and they both grabbed a drink.
"Thanks, Em. That was getting a little uncomfortable."
"You can thank Mikayla. She was the one that let me know you needed to be rescued."
"I owe her one."
Emma could see Clay's eyes sweep over her form and knew he was still thinking about her comment from earlier. She wanted to up the ante on him.
"Speaking of Mikayla, I have a card for her in my purse. Would you mind getting it for me? My purse is under the table back there near the desserts."
"Sure thing. I'll be right back."
Clay found Emma's bag and unzipped the main compartment. He saw the red envelope inside and pulled it out. As he reached in, his fingers encountered something else entirely more interesting. Stuffed into the bottom of her purse was a black, lace thong. This was why she'd asked him to retrieve the card for Mikayla. She wanted him to know that she really was walking around naked under her long black skirt. Clay fingered the tiny garment and turned to look at her. He caught her eye immediately as she was following his actions closely. She grinned at him across the room and simply pointed to the large, red lettering on the front of her sweater and mouthed, "On the Naughty List." She was toying with him and damn it if it wasn't aroused by it! Well, two could play this game. He used his box breathing technique to calm his body down and returned to Emma, envelope in hand.
Emma found Mikayla and was about to give her the card when Clay bent to whisper something in her ear.
"I'm gonna make you come so hard tonight, Baby."
A shiver went up her spine and even her friend noticed her sharp intake of breath.
"Are you okay, Emma?"
"Yea, I…I'm…fine. This is for you."
Emma handed the card to Mikayla and did her best to calm herself and ignore the throbbing that was growing between her thighs. They stood and watched Mikayla open her card and Clay spoke quietly again.
"Still think I belong on the Nice List?"
His smirk was nothing short of cheeky.
After this exchange they turned their attention back to Mikayla. She had read the card and found the gift certificate for a mani/pedi folded inside.
"Thanks so much, you guys."
She gave both Emma and Clay hugs.
"I have something for you too. Let me go get it."
While they waited for their friend to return, Emma fiddled with her earrings. The back on one came loose and it fell to the floor, right in front of Clay. Not one to pass up an opportunity, Emma stepped over and bent right in front of him. She purposely took a little longer than necessary to locate and pick it up and then stood up slowly. As she was returning to an upright position, she could hear Clay let out a low groan and smiled to herself. She turned to him, putting on her best innocent face. He looked back at her, eyes wide and full of heat.
Mikayla returned before he could make comment.
"Guys, here you go. I hope you like it."
She turned the object around to reveal a painting of the lighthouse at Cape Henry.
"Emma, when you told me it was where you guys had your first date…I thought you might like it."
"This is…it's great Mikayla!"
Emma hugged her friend with tears in her eyes.
Clay was hugely impressed. Emma told him that Mikayla was studying art at VCU, but he had no idea how talented she was.
"Mikayla, thank you. This is going up over the sofa," Clay added as he gave her a hug also.
Clay took the painting out to his truck and returned to the party. It looked like things were starting to wind down. He put an arm around Emma and spoke for her ears only.
"How much longer do I have to wait to take you home and get you naked?"
"Uh…um," she stuttered. "I think we just need to get the boxes loaded into Mrs. Johnson's car and then we can go."
"I can do that. Let's go talk to her…now."
Clay made fast work of loading up the school supplies and returned Mrs. Johnson's keys. Emma said her goodbyes and they walked out to his truck. He opened her door and helped her in. After making sure no one could see them, he stepped closer and slid a hand up her leg, under her skirt. She parted her thighs just enough that he could swipe his fingers through her folds. She shuddered at the contact. Pulling his hand back, he raised his fingers, now coated with her arousal, to his lips and sucked them into his mouth.
"So fucking delicious baby!"
Emma sat still and said nothing while he got behind the wheel and they started home. She could feel her thighs getting slick and the thrum low in her belly growing.
Clay did his best to keep his focus on the road and getting them back home safely. But the taste of her lingered on his lips, driving him to distraction. Emma added her own diversion of his attention at the next red light. She leaned over and cupped him, rubbing his hardening length through his jeans.
"I can't wait for you to be inside me."
Pushing the speed limit as much as he dared, they pulled into the parking lot. Clay got the painting out of the back and the couple climbed the stairs to their apartment. Once inside, Clay carefully put Mikayla's painting on the table and then tugged Emma with him into the bedroom.
"But what about Koda…"
"I took him out when I got home. He'll be fine for a while," he answered closing the door behind them.
He banded his arms around her kissing and licking up the side of her neck, stopping to nibble on her earlobe. Emma arched her back and ground her hips back into his erection.
"Arms up."
Emma complied and he pulled off her sweater and then flicked the clasp on her bra. Then he tugged her skirt down to the floor as she stepped out of her shoes, leaving her completely naked. Clay plastered himself behind her rutting against her backside.
"What you do want first Em? My mouth, my hands, or my cock?"
A whimper escaped her throat in response. She could feel the buttons on his shirt pressing into her back, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against her thighs, and his zipper biting into her ass as he rubbed himself against her.
"Your...Oh God. Anything…your hands! Touch me, please!"
He did as she asked and stroked his calloused hands across her skin. He cupped her left breast in his palm and tweaked her nipple between his fingers as he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck. His right hand traveled down her stomach and through the soft curls above her core. As he edged them lower, he groaned and bucked his hips harder. She was practically dripping for him. Using his index finger, he massaged her clit and felt her begin to tremble in his arms.
The only sounds coming from her lips were incoherent moans. He loved seeing her like this, on the edge and ready to fall apart for him.
Just when she was about to tumble into her release, he removed his fingers and sunk two digits into her tight core, curling them against the front of her walls. Rubbing the pads of his fingers on her most sensitive place, he drove her over the top. Her knees buckled as she cried out.
"Ahhhhh…ahh, Claay!"
Clay loosened his hold and Emma turned to face him. Their lips crashed together, and she reached to unfasten his buttons. His hands joined hers and they soon had him free of his shirt. Emma raked her nails up his abs and flexed her fingers into his pecs, flicking at his erect nipple with her fingernail. Clay pulled his mouth from hers and hissed at the sensation. She bent her head and licked away any sting with the flat of her tongue. Sitting back on the mattress, Emma drew her tongue down his abs and dipped into his navel while unzipping his pants and shoving them down along with his underwear. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans.
With him hot and hard in her hand, Emma looked up at him and licked her lips.
"What do you want?"
The rasp in her voice along with the way her finger traced along his length almost caused him to lose control then and there. He managed to collect his thoughts and answer her.
"To make you come again."
Emma shivered and laid back on the bed, reaching for him.
"No, I want to taste you, baby."
He laid down, pulling her on top of him and, grabbing her hips, raised her up to her knees. Sliding down the bed, he positioned himself directly below her. Then, wrapping and arm around her hips, he lowered her down to his waiting mouth.
"Mmmm…."
He alternated between long licks and sucking on her sensitive bundle of nerves. Emma reached out to grasp the headboard to keep herself upright.
"I…Oh God! I ahhh…I love when you put your mouth on me," she managed between gasps and moans.
Her words spurred him on. Diving his tongue into her and bringing a hand around to manipulate her clit, she came against his mouth. Knuckles white as she clenched the headboard. She collapsed on the bed, almost spent. As he pulled her to him, she could feel him still hard and heavy pressed against her ass. She wanted him, wanted to feel him.
Gathering her strength, Emma got up on her hands and knees and narrowing her eyes told him exactly what she wanted.
"Inside me, now."
Up on his knees instantly. Clay aligned himself with her drenched core, grasped her hips, and slid home in one motion.
"Uhhnn! Yes, Emmie! Mmmm."
Using his hold on her waist as leverage, he pounded into her, hard and fast. Being aware that she might be overstimulated, instead of touching her where they were joined, he leaned down to lick and suck at her neck while cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She couldn't manage any words, just pants and whimpers.
He was almost there, just on the verge of his orgasm.
"God baby, you feel so good. I…I never wanna stop…Emma!"
Emma could feel him expand and throb, pulsing his release inside her. The sensation sent her spinning into another orgasm.
Clay fell on the bed and Emma cuddled into him. They lay there, touching and caressing as their breathing returned to normal. Finally, Emma glanced up with a smug smile.
"Still think I belong on the Nice list?"
He bent slightly to press a kiss to her head before answering.
"I concede," he huffed out.
Emma giggled and nuzzled into his chest. A moment later they could hear Koda whining on the other side of the door.
"I'll get him."
Clay pushed himself up and pulled on his pants and grabbed a sweatshirt. Before leaving he came back to the bed and leaned to give her a quick kiss.
"But I have to confess…I kinda like it when you're naughty."
She started to laugh, and he smacked her lightly on her backside before pulling the covers up over her and tucking her in.
