A/N: Thank you to everyone who's still reading this story and waiting for an update. This is the longest, filthiest chapter so far. Enjoy!
When John hadn't come home by the end of the third day, Emily grew nervous and started worrying. Sitting at the kitchen island, her hand buried in her hair and gnawing at her bottom lip, she stared down on her phone as if she could will John Wick to call her right this instant and tell her that he was alive.
"I'm sure he's fine. Everything's fine." She told Dog, looking over at him to his favourite spot in the kitchen where he was lying." He said, he'd be back in a few days, he didn't mean exactly three days, right?"
Dog gave a whine, picking up on her nervousness. Emily sighed and got up from the chair, heading upstairs to her bedroom. She was determined to let it go and get to bed. "This is ridiculous, I'm being ridiculous." Dog jumped up from his spot immediately, following right behind her to the bedroom. For the past three nights, the dog had been sleeping with her in her room, and she was grateful for his company in this big, empty house. It was an eerie feeling being there alone without John.
Emily couldn't fall asleep. No matter how hard she tried to not think about John and all the horrible worst case scenarios that her mind conjured up, she couldn't keep her thoughts from going there. She kept checking her phone every fifteen minutes in case John had called and left a message, even though it was stupid to hope to hear from him. Eventually she gave up, kicked her blanket aside and went downstairs to put the kettle on.
With a cup of camomile tea in her hands to calm her nerves, she wandered through the house and explored the rooms, but avoided the basement. A part of her didn't want to cross that threshold because she respected John's privacy, another part of her didn't want to find out what was happening downstairs. Especially at night.
A huff from Dog brought her back to reality and she patted him gently before following him into the living-room. He jumped onto the couch without hesitation and settled in, giving her an expectant look.
"You're right. Enough with the pacing, we need to calm down." Emily smiled at the pitbull and set her cup down on the coffee table. A small book case caught her eye and she inspected the titles, her lips curling into a fond smile when she spotted a recently published but quite tattered copy of Jane Eyre. The thought of John Wick sitting on his couch in the living-room and reading and re-reading this specific story to the point of the book basically falling apart made her giggle.
Carefully, she took it off the shelf and cuddled up to Dog, happy to distract herself and enter another world.
She never called John to check up on him. She couldn't bring herself to do it.
Jane Eyre and camomile tea must have been the perfect remedy for her wound up nerves, because Emily fell asleep on the couch and was rudely awakened by the incessant ringing of the door bell.
"What the - " She jumped up and hurried down the hallway with Dog in tow, positive that it had to be John returning home and momentarily forgetting that he would use his key.
With a rush of adrenaline and excitement, Emily flung the door open and froze, mouth slightly agape. A teenaged boy from the Continental delivery service was standing before her with a bouquet of flowers.
"Woah! Good morning..." He muttered, taking another glance at the house number to make sure he had the right address. "No freaking way! Mrs Laurent...?" He exclaimed when it dawned on him who she was and he finally recognized her.
Emily flinched at the name he had addressed her with, but then let out a snort of laughter. "No. Dodged that bullet. Thank God... Mike, you're all grown up."
She gave Charon's nephew whom she used to babysit a warm smile and tugged her fluffy bathrobe tighter around her body, running a hand through her messy hair.
"I thought you were in Paris or something, getting hitched to that rich French dude." Mike grinned at her when she rolled her eyes.
"No, I recently got back."
"Well, I'm still working for that stupid Flower delivery service, but I've only got like six months left til I graduate and then I'm outta here."
"Stanford is lucky to have you. I talked to your uncle, he told me all about you." She added as an explanation, "I'm staying at the Continental."
"Oh really? I didn't peg you for a gold digger, Em." He wiggled his eyebrows to soften his provocative words. "Cool, cool, so you've already found yourself another poor sucker with a shitload of money, Mrs L..." His eyes drifted around the big frontyard before he looked at her pointedly, making Emily laugh. "I'm not a gold digger, Michael. What the hell are you doing here anyway?"
"Oh right! These are for you." Awkwardly, he handed her a beautiful bouquet of blue Japanese roses. Emily stared at them. There it was. Her sign that John was alive. They had to be from him. "My favourite." How did he know?
Emily licked her lips, her heart starting to beat faster. "When... when did you get the order in?"
"A man sending you flowers, that's serious." Mike gave a whistle, looking at her with a grin.
"A few days ago? Yesterday? When, Michael?" She all but shouted at him when he kept teasing her and never answered her question.
"Whoa, chill... uhm, we got the order this morning. The man called like an hour ago. Happy?"
"Yes. Very happy. Thank you." She hugged him tightly, throwing him off with her coming into his personal space.
"Okaaay... there's a card. If it doesn't say who they're from, don't blame me. I can't give out that information." Mike patted her back and stepped out from her embrace. "It was nice seeing you again and all, but I've got a ton of other flowers to deliver..."
"Of course. Go, I'm not keeping you." Emily tipped him very generously because she was so overwhelmed with relief. She closed the door and leaned against it, opening the card to read the words that John had sent her.
It's taking longer than expected.
Thinking of you.
- JW
"He's alive, Dog. He's fine." She slid down to the floor to cuddle the dog and enjoy the flowers for a minute.
He returned seven days later. Stumbling in through the front door at four in the morning, John made his way upstairs, high on adrenaline that was still coursing through his bloodstream, fresh cuts and bruises littering his skin.
He checked on the dog and then went into the bathroom, peeled the dirty suit off of his body and got under the hot stream of water to wash off the blood that was only partly his.
The door to Emily's bedroom was open and he shuffled in quietly and stood by the side of her bed, looking down at her. He didn't want to disturb her despite their deal entailing that he was granted access to her body all night every night. But he simply couldn't resist.
He leaned over her and slowly pulled the blanket down to her hips until he discovered the thin white and short nightgown that she was sleeping in. Emily had been expecting him. It made him smile softly.
John pressed a feather-light kiss to her collarbone before letting his mouth trail down her chest, then he closed his lips around one soft nipple and sucked it gently through the material. Emily breathed out a huff of air, turning her head in her sleep. He continued to kiss her torso, placing hot wet kisses all over her breasts and stomach, running his hands lightly along her sides, the tips of his fingers tickling her.
She stirred and then frowned in confusion. Her breath caught in her throat when he bit her hardened nipple again and pulled it roughly into his hot wet mouth.
"John..." The murmur of his name came out as a gasp, the sudden sensation causing her to arch her back into him.
John was home. In her bed, naked on top of her, skin still damp after his shower. "Oh God..."
Still hazy from sleep and the onslaught of unexpected pleasure, she lifted her head wearily and met his eyes. He gave her a hint of a smile and moved down her body, pushing her nightgown hastily up her waist; his big hands on her skin felt even hotter, his touch more electrifying after being apart from him for almost two weeks.
"No panties. Good girl." He rasped in satisfaction, the rumbling of his voice the only sound drifting through the intimate silence of the bedroom. She could see him clearly enough towering above her in the grey and dim blue light coming from the window. She choked, breath hitching in her throat, his dark eyes piercing through her. He looked so hungry. Emily let out a little whimper, clutching the sheets underneath her with both hands.
John pressed his hands firmly on her inner thighs and she pulled her knees up, spread her legs for him willingly, obediently. He settled in and kissed and licked down her stomach, nipping at her mound playfully. His thumbs rubbed circles on her hip bones as he moved lower and pressed open-mouthed kisses along the length of her pussy. Emily pressed her lips together, but couldn't hold back a tiny moan as her eyes drooped closed.
When he found her already wet enough to take him, John made a sound in his throat that sounded like a muffled chuckle.
"Always wet for me." He commented, making her blush with his words and turning her on even more at the same time. "I don't have to work you up anymore."
Still, John took it slow. He bit and licked the soft skin of her inner thighs, scratching her with his beard on purpose because he loved the way she squirmed and whined whenever it brushed her skin. But he didn't put his mouth on her pussy and she was desperate. He heard the choked noise low in her throat, felt the slight trembling of her body under his hands and the sensation went straight to his cock, he was rock-hard now.
He let go of her and she opened her eyes to look up at him, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart. She watched him close his thick fingers around his hard cock and work his fist up and down his length as he shifted on his knees between her legs.
He was hovering above her, big, sexy, dark and dangerous. The muscles in his arm were straining as he moved his hand, every vein prominent underneath his skin. He was so beautiful, big and strong. Emily licked her lips in anticipation. It hit her how much she enjoyed sex with him, how she loved being taken by him over and over. She would let John Wick do anything to her.
Keeping his intense gaze on her, John grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, she rested her legs lightly against his sides as he leaned further in and moved one hand underneath her ass to lift her up. His left hand closed around his cock and he ran the head along her folds, breaching her opening with the thick tip.
She let out a moan and lifted her arms above her head, bracing her flat palms against the headboard and tried keeping still as she waited for him to enter her, never averting her eyes from his.
John let go of his cock and moved his hand to rub her clit with his fingers as he pushed in. She let out a squeak in surprise, pushing against the headboard with her hands, panting and moaning as he stretched and filled her.
He huffed and groaned as he was lost in the feeling of having her wrap snugly around him inch after inch. "Fuck..." He cursed, grabbing her thighs, and yanked her towards the last inch of him, making her cry out. With a growl, he started thrusting deep, rough and hard, and she turned into a whimpering mess in no time.
He was amazed at how easily she took him, endured his pounding. She was so small and her cunt so tight, he feared to hurt her, to break her. But every time he entered her, her pussy welcomed his cock, swallowed every inch of him with no resistance.
Emily squirmed against him, body trembling, her walls tightening on him. "Mr Wick..." She moaned his name, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. "Oh God... you're so big... feels so good... fuck... don't stop..."
John let out a grunt and pushed her knees back to her chest, folding her in half and holding her tightly as he plunged even deeper into her.
She gasped and tilted her head back, a loud guttural moan tearing from her throat. "Oh fuck, John..."
She dared to let go of the headboard with one hand and sucked two fingers into her mouth, tugged and twisted briefly one of her nipples with her wet fingertips and slipped them further down to get herself off quickly. But John wouldn't let her.
He snatched her wrist and forced her hand back on the headboard. "Mr Wick... please, sir... so close..." Emily whined in protest, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him with pleading eyes
John narrowed his eyes at her, chuckling darkly. "Such an impatient and greedy little slut." With a groan, he slammed into her harder to punish her and she bucked underneath him, moaning loudly.
"Please, Mr Wick, sir... please..." She continued to beg shamelessly, his degrading words spurring her on, but he refused to give her his permission.
She sobbed quietly as he continued to fuck her hard, slamming into her with deep and forceful thrusts. When he felt her clench around him more and she tried to sneak her hand down to her clit again, John had enough.
He stopped moving, grabbed her wrists and forced her arms above her head, keeping them pinned with one of his large hands. Looking down into her eyes, he sucked his thumb into his mouth and pressed it to her clit, like she wanted, but tortured her with shallow circles.
Emily whimpered, moving her head back and forth on the pillow, panting heavily. He was big and hard inside her and rubbing her sensitive spot in just the right way, but not moving. She was teetering on the brink and needed a little more to fall apart. Just a couple hard thrusts to topple over.
When John noticed that she was close to coming again, he stopped rubbing her and took hold of her wrists with both his hands and moved inside her again, deep but slow.
"Oh God..." She sobbed, arching underneath him, squirming and tugging against his hold. "Oh God... Mr Wick...I can't take it anymore..."
She had no idea how he could keep this up for so long, drawing out his own release and holding back. He was groaning and growling above her, panting a little, skin glistening with perspiration, but he looked like he could keep it up for hours.
John kept edging her, bringing her to the verge of climax without letting her come one more time. He enjoyed torturing her way too much, he had to admit it to himself. He enjoyed drawing it out, loved the sensation of bubbling heat underneath his skin, the way her small body trembled and twitched underneath him and her cunt fluttered around him, warm and tight, locking down on him and squeezing him. Her sweet desperate huffs and puffs and whines.
"You're doing well, kitten. So good for me." He praised, cupping her cheek in comfort as she let out a shuddering breath when he pulled his hand away and denied her her orgasm again. She turned her head and bit lightly into the flesh of his palm, teasing him, and chuckled when he groaned and she felt him twitch inside her. "I wanna feel you come inside me, John." She said hoarsely, giving him a sly smile. He swiped her bottom lip with his thumb and she parted her lips and licked the pad before sucking him in. He pushed his thumb further into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, his fingers curling under her jaw, and she grabbed his wrist and arched her back, sucking greedily.
John decided that Emily deserved a reward and picked up his pace, thrusting into her hard and deep again as his thumb rubbed her clit hard. She shook and trembled, falling apart immediately and coming hard on his cock.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her front and forced her on her hands and knees, pushing back into her sensitive heat with a snarl. He wrapped one arm around her and two fingers rubbed at her clit, forcing a scream from her at the overstimulation and she squirmed and bucked against him. "John! Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck... oh God..."
John rubbed her wet, swollen nub of nerves, managing to thrust inside her and keep her on his cock as she struggled against him and tried to get away from him. He worked her until she was close to another orgasm again and then released her poor little clit. Emily released a heavy breath in relief, but then John took hold of her hips with a bruising grip and started thrusting deep and hard and she had to bury her face into the pillows with a deep groan to hide her reaction from him.
He stroked one hand from her ass, over the small of her back, and further up along her shoulders, making her shudder at the feeling of his large warm palms on her skin. And then he pressed his palm between her shoulder blades and pushed her roughly into the mattress, pinning her down as his hand on her hip tightened its grip even more and his hips slammed into her over and over. He bumped the sensitive spot inside her repeatedly with every thrust, even grazing her cervix occasionally. It drove her insane.
Emily was clutching the sheets with tight fists and bit into her knuckles when she couldn't stop her loud cries. Judging by the force of his thrusts, he was probably going to finish soon, but he proved her otherwise.
"Touch yourself, kitten." He growled, his hand moving from her back and into her hair, gathering the strands and tugging sharply. "You wanted to cum so bad, then cum. Do it."
Her heart was beating like crazy, she felt dizzy, mouth opened, breathing heavily against the sheets. She let out a choked sob with the effort of squeezing one hand underneath her body and down to her cunt. Carefully, she pressed two fingers against the swollen and overstimulated nub and tried stroking it. Her body twitched and she choked on a moan, but forced herself to be a good girl, flick her wrist and make herself come like he had told her to.
"Just like that..." John whispered encouragingly as she moved her fingers. He stroked down her sides with both hands, dipping lower and caressing her stomach, he felt the fluttering in her lower abdomen at the impending orgasm. In a blurry haze, Emily felt his hands wander further up her body and tear the straps of her nightgown, the sound of fabric ripping reached her ears. Cool air swept over her bare skin, causing her to shudder before he cupped her breasts and covered the flesh of her full mounds with his large palms completely. Emily groaned loudly into the sheets, more slickness leaking from her pussy. She thought she was gonna explode.
"Oh fuck... John... oh God..." The pressure on her shoulders was too much, she couldn't focus enough to rub her clit any longer, her pussy was aching, dripping with the need to come, her arousal was trickling down both her inner thighs. Her nerve endings were raw, overstimulated and she couldn't fight the urge any longer. She needed it.
"John... hit me..." She whispered hoarsely and choked on her words, tears burning her eyes as he rammed deep into her, hit her spot again. "Please, baby... do it."
John thought he misheard at first, his blood was coursing loudly in his ears, his climax approached and he gritted his teeth to hold back his release, it was almost painful.
"Hit me... please... smack my ass, baby... please, sir, please, I need it, I need it... I can't cum..." She sobbed and pleaded desperately, hearing her own pathetic, embarrassing words, but she couldn't stop herself.
John shuddered, a heatwave washing through him at her litany of pleas. She wanted it even rougher than he thought. He growled possessively, placing one hand onto the small of her back, the other coming down hard onto her ass. She moaned loudly in ecstasy, pushing back against him. "Again... please... more, sir, please... Mr Wick, sir... please"
He did it again, smacked her other ass cheek and she begged for more again. John soothed the sting, rubbing and kneading her ass gently and then grabbed her hips and dragged her onto his cock, driving into her with punishing thrusts. And then she let herself go completely. "Oh fuck! Yes!... yes, yes, yes ... harder, John, fuck me, John... fuck me hard... please... please... please..." She sobbed shamelessly, panting heavily as she pressed her flat palms against the headboard again and pushed her ass against him, meeting his hard, relentless thrusts.
John couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he enjoyed it. Very much. His little kitten was a wildcat. He growled, landed a particularly hard smack on her ass again, eliciting a yelp from her, and gripped her by her shoulder and rammed into her hard, hitting her cervix.
Emily came so hard, she almost passed out seeing stars. She cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure flooding her body, her pussy clamped down on his cock, spasmed and contracted, and for the first time in her life she reached her climax without having to rub her clit.
Spewing profanities, John spilled his load deep inside her, his hot cum filling her. Her pussy milked his cock long and violently, forcing his essence from him. He groaned and growled, bruising her skin with the tight hold he had on her.
When her body stopped shaking, he pulled out with a drawn-out huff and rolled onto his back next to her. Emily slumped down into the mattress with a whimper, breathing heavily. She lay like that for a long time, her mind completely blank. John had fucked her brains out. Slowly, reality sank back into her consciousness and when she realized what had occurred between them, she pulled her knees to her chest, ignoring their mixed fluids between her thighs, and curled into a ball. She covered her face with her hands, a choked sob followed by a frustrated whine escaping her.
John was running a hand up and down his torso lazily, breathing quietly and indulging the post-coital bliss when he felt her stir next to him and opened his eyes to look at her.
"Darling... hey, hey, hey..." He rumbled, his voice low and hoarse. Sitting up, he moved to take her into his arms. He feared to have gone too far, to have crossed a line with her, pushed her too much. She never told him to stop, used her safeword. She seemed fine the entire time, but of course he could have misread the signs.
He touched her arm and Emily turned to him, burying her face in his chest and clinging to him. "Baby, talk to me..." John whispered soothingly, stroking her hair and back. "What is it?"
"I'm... I'm so embarrassed... fuck..." Her voice was hoarse, raspy, barely audible. She rubbed her wet cheek against his chest. "I couldn't control myself... I didn't mean to be so loud and say all those things... I'm sorry, Mr Wick, sir."
She lifted her head and sucked on his throat lightly, and John chuckled, knowing what she meant and was relieved. "Darling... you think I didn't know what you like? I pick up on every little reaction from you, I notice every single sigh and moan and cry." He whispered low and gruff into her hair, his thick fingers drawing a pattern on the back of her neck, and she shuddered, swallowing nervously, proving his point with her reaction.
"But the spanking did take me by surprise." He suddenly said and she blushed, hiding her face in his neck. "Didn't think you'd be into it that much. And I didn't think you can handle more than a few hard slaps." He added with a teasing smirk.
"I don't know what's gotten into me... it felt so good and intense and I wanted more..." She said quietly, turning her head away from him. John pressed his face into her hair, his hot breath blowing against her skin. "I can take you over my knee and beat your ass cherry red whenever you want, little girl. If you think you can take it." He rasped quietly into her ear.
In response to his whispered words, she whined desperately as a tremor went through her, and pressed her body tighter to him.
"Look at me." John brushed his fingers through her hair, gripping the strands at the back of her head and tugging lightly. When she looked up at him with wide eyes, face still flushed with embarrassment, he wiped her cheek with his thumb. He looked at her long and hard, dark intense eyes piercing her until her breath hitched and she started to squirm in his lap. "You're not hurt, are you?" He finally demanded to know.
She shook her head slowly and licked her dry lips, giving him a soft smile. "No, I'm just a little embarrassed, but I love to be used like that. I love the way you use me, sir. You're so fucking good to me, John." She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed every bruised knuckle softly, adding teasingly, "I should've tricked you into fucking me months ago, baby."
His mouth came down hard onto hers, his tongue parting her lips impatiently. She moaned deep in her throat, pushing her fingers into his hair and arching into him willingly.
John caressed her chest with one hand, kneading her breasts gently, and she bit down onto his bottom lip, pulling at it roughly with her teeth, making him growl deep in his chest.
He stood up so fast, it took her by surprise, and she let out a squeak, clinging onto him in fear. "John -"
"Shower." He grumbled, walking out of the bedroom with her in his arms.
His hands glided over her slippery body, up her stomach and chest, spreading the soap all over her skin. Emily leaned back into his chest with a heavy sigh when he cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently; teasing her nipples until they were hard again.
She closed her eyes and turned her head to rub her cheek against his wet skin, revelling in his caresses, in the way his strong hands ran up and down her body.
"You're actually back." She whispered almost inaudibly. "Finally."
John brushed her wet, freshly washed hair over one shoulder and placed a few kisses down her neck. "Have you been touching yourself while I was gone, kiska?" He growled into her ear, grazing the shell with his teeth, his breath hot and wet. He smirked when he heard her laugh quietly. Emily traced her fingertips slowly up his thigh; John's breath hitched as her fingers ghosted over his hip bone, then over the juncture between his hip and thigh, but avoided his length.
"No, sir, I haven't. But not because I was such a good girl for you and wanted to behave - " She gasped a little when he pinched her nipples unexpectedly, and turned her head to look up at him with a sly smile. Her nails started to scratch up his thigh slowly. "I didn't touch myself the first four days, but then I gave up. But I couldn't make myself cum when I tried to."
John raised an inquisitive eyebrow with a slight jerk of his head, questioning her silently. Emily's smile turned to a grin. "It wasn't enough, Mr Wick. I couldn't make myself cum with my hands, because I need yours... I need your thick fingers inside me to cum..." She whispered against his lips, tangling her hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him down to her as she pressed with her back into his chest, lifted her head and strained on her tip-toes to lean up to him. John seized her hips, holding her in a tight grip against him.
She licked into his mouth when he met her lips with his own, slightly parted ones, and he sucked on her tongue, growling low and deep in his throat. Emily felt him rub up and harden against her, felt his erection in the small of her back.
Closing her fingers around him, she moved her fist lazily up and down, chuckling darkly at the soft groans leaving his mouth. He got harder in her grip, and Emily felt a hot delicious pull in her core at the thought of being filled by him again. But when she wanted to turn around to face him, John's hand suddenly delved between her thighs to cup her possessively.
"I'm not finished washing you, darling." He purred teasingly into her ear, starting to move his palm slowly back and forth against her pussy.
"Oh fuck..." Emily breathed out, closing her eyes again. "Fucking hell, Johnny... give me a break."
John laughed at her reaction, spreading her folds and running two fingers along her slit and up to her swollen clit, causing her to let out a soft whine and bite her lip hard.
"You're fucking soaked again." John murmured gruffly, spreading the evidence of her arousal and the lather of soap along her cunt, further down along her inner thighs to give her a break to breathe. "Why didn't you tell me?"
She turned her head away from him, embarrassed that she was so turned on so quickly even though he had taken her hard a mere half hour ago, fucked her into a frenzy. Trying to ignore the press and stroking of his big, slightly rough hands on the most intimate parts of her body and suppressing the urge to moan and mewl for him, she focused on his hard cock instead, stroking every inch of him faster, teasing the head with the pad of her thumb.
John put his hand on her stomach and pulled her closer to him, breathing hot and heavy against her wet skin. He indulged her for a moment before realizing that she was trying to distract him.
"My little girl... fuck..." He groaned into her hair in his deep, sexy voice. "Ask me to make you cum. I love hearing you beg for me."
"But I'm here to make you feel good, Mr Wick." She whispered seductively, but then gasped when John grabbed her wrist and forced her to stop her movements.
"No." He said sternly, dipping his hand between her thighs to play with her pussy again. "You're here for me to do what I want with you, right?"
"Ye-es, of course, sir. I'll do whatever you want, Mr Wick..." She licked a stripe from his neck up to his jaw, moaning softly.
"I want to see you cum again for me, kitten." He demanded, manoeuvering her a little closer to the wall and reaching for the small hand shower. "You can suck my cock later."
Emily knew exactly what he was about to do with the pulsing stream of warm water, and swallowed heavily. "Oh God..."
"Ready, darling?" John let the water cascade down her thighs first, making sure it was pleasant enough for her before forcing her legs gently apart and letting the water hit her warm, wet and swollen pussy.
"John!" Emily stiffened against him, grabbing onto his forearm.
"Darling... you know you can trust me, right?" John placed soothing kisses to her head, holding her close to him. "I want to make you cum again and again, my sweet little girl."
Emily let out a whimper, nodding a few times and trying to relax. She knew she would be a pathetic, mewling mess; she had only ever masturbated alone in the shower using the stream of water to get herself off. It was too intimate to let a lover do to her.
It didn't take long for her to get to the edge of release with the constant pulsing of hot water against her folds and clit; she squirmed and writhed in John's hold, biting down so hard onto her lip and breaking skin to keep the sounds threatening to leave her throat at bay.
She felt hot and cold, a light sheen of sweat breaking out on her skin as she was teetering on the edge; she was so empty that it hurt and she needed John's fingers inside her and a stronger stream of water to come.
"John... please... more..." She pleaded breathlessly, hiding her face in the crook of his neck as she suppressed another guttural moan.
"No." John knew what she was asking for, but he simply tightened his hold around her waist and kept the steady stream of water on her cunt without turning the pressure to a stronger setting.
"Then give me your fingers, please... please..."
"No. You're gonna cum like this, no matter how long it takes." He pressed a soothing kiss to her head. Emily let out a choked sob at his words.
John kept an iron grip on her, holding her in place as she trembled and shook in his arms, whimpering quietly. He noticed her heavy breathing, how she struggled to keep quiet, an occasional soft moan tearing from her throat.
When she finally came undone, she let out a soft cry against his neck and tugged sharply at the strands of his hair that she could reach.
John rubbed her gently between her thighs, and finally removed the shower head from her aching cunt and placed it back in its holder. She slumped against his chest, but fortunately he didn't let go of her and tightened his strong arms around her to keep her upright.
He whispered sweet, gentle praises in her ear and manoeuvered her to the shower wall, before turning her to face him and picking her up, pressing her with her back against the cold, wet tiles; all in one fluid motion.
Emily wrapped her legs around his waist automatically, drove her nails into his shoulders and biceps, clinging onto him with all her strength, but quickly hiding her eyes from him.
John pressed the head of his rock-hard cock between her folds and entered her with one powerful thrust, grunting low in his throat. Emily whimpered at the sensation of being filled unexpectedly, her overstimulated pussy suddenly stretched to capacity.
John moved steadily in and out of her, panting and grunting into her hair, against her skin, causing her to shiver from the cool drops of water on her skin and the heat pooling in her lower body. She kept gnawing on her bottom lip, still suppressing every sound; she felt another orgasm was close and wouldn't take long for her to reach her climax with the way John was pounding her.
"You're awfully quiet, kiska." John suddenly growled in her ear, distracting her from her impending orgasm. At the sound of his deep, raspy voice, she tightened her hold on him and squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring his remark.
But John slowed his pace until he was only grinding his hips into her firmly, but at a torturous rhythm. He leaned back a little to look down at her, curling his fingers around her jaw and forcing her to look into his face.
"What is it, kitten?" He demanded to know, his dark, lust-blown eyes gentle and encouraging. Her bottom lip was bleeding where she had broken through the thin skin with her teeth in her attempt to not make a sound. John stopped his movements altogether, Emily's eyes closed and she let out a strained breath. He swiped his thumb gently over her bottom lip, wiping away the tiny droplet of blood and licking it off his thumb.
"Do you need a break?" He asked quietly, and pressed a soft kiss to her worried lips. Emily shook her head quietly, without saying anything.
John pulled out of her and set her down on her wobbly legs. "We're done here."
"No, no... John, please, I'm sorry." She exclaimed hoarsely, grabbing onto him to hold him back. "Please don't do this to me. C'mere and fuck me, John, please." She added with a seductive purr, licking her lips.
"No, you've had enough, little girl. It's getting too much for you, your mind is somewhere else."
She panicked when he turned his back on her to get out of the shower. "John, don't leave! Please!" Her nails dug into his arm as she tugged on him with as much strength as she could muster. John looked down at her, astonished at her intense emotional reaction and the genuine hurt and fear he saw on her face.
"Baby..." He whispered softly, pulling her close to him and cupping her face with both hands. "I'm not going anywhere, darling, I'm right here. You hear me?"
"I want to feel you cum inside me, sir, please. I missed you so much. Please, fuck me, please."
John kissed her forehead gently and wiped away a small tear that had escaped the corner of her eye, making her turn her head away with a nervous chuckle. "I'm sorry, sir, I'll make it up to you - "
John pressed his lips on hers and guided her hand to wrap around his cock at the same time. Emily moved her hand slowly up and down his shaft, shuddering at the sensation of his big, throbbing erection slick with her juices. She moaned into the kiss when she felt him grow bigger and circle his hips and thrust into the soft grip of her small hand.
"C'mere, baby." He grumbled, pushing her hand away and taking a bruising hold on her hips as he lifted her up, making her let out a happy and equally surprised giggle since all she could do was wrap her arms and legs around his wet, slippery body.
She was spread perfectly for him that way, giving him easy access to her hot cunt. He lined himself with her entrance, the head of his cock probing teasingly between her folds as he started to lower her onto his erection. Emily tensed, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of the thick tip and the first delicious inch entering her, forcing her pussy to spread. The spectacular burn of the stretch started and she leaned her forehead against John's in defeat, fighting down every noise that threatened to spill from her throat.
When he was half-way in, John readjusted his grip on her and with a deep, drawn-out groan, pulled her hips up as he slowly pulled out of her again until only the head of his cock remained inside.
Emily tightened her hold on him, buried one hand in the wet strands of his hair and scratched his scalp with her nails, digging the fingers of her left hand into the hard muscles of his back. Her spine tingled, a scream threatened to rip from her. She was clinging onto him desperately, her body spasming in his arms.
"It hurts, Mr Wick... it hurts so good, please don't stop- " She choked on her words, crying out when he pushed in again and sheathed himself completely this time, her cunt stretched hot and wet and so fucking tight around the whole length of him. John couldn't help but let out a long satisfied growl. "That's my girl. Fucking perfect for me." He was breathing heavily against her face, a proud smirk on his lips.
"I'm gonna fuck you, kitten." He rasped, brushing her hair out of her face and making her look at him. "Just like you wanted me to, but I wanna hear you. I wanna hear every little gasp and moan from you. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes... yes, sir." She nodded weakly, wide-eyed, her face flushed from the steam in the shower and the sensations coursing through her body. She was already so close, her cunt was gripping him painfully tight, she felt every single inch of his long hard length, every ridge and vein pressing deliciously into the silkiness of her walls.
John pressed a quick, wet kiss to her lips. And started bouncing her on his cock. It took her off guard and she squeaked embarrassingly loud, feeling him enter her over and over at a quick pace. "Just like that." John rumbled his praise in her hair as she slumped against him with sweet little whimpers and buried her face in his neck, overwhelmed by the sheer strength of his big, sexy body, the control he had over her and the awkward, degrading position he was fucking her in. The intimacy and intensity of the moment combined with their previous intense encounter knocked the wind out of her and she simply started sobbing into his shoulder, almost choking every time she tried to draw a deeper breath into her lungs or when John hit her sweet spot and rubbed against her cervix.
"Fuck... yes... yes..." John growled, hot shivers prickling down his spine hearing her sweet little cries , sobs and whimpers as he continued to thrust into her and pull her down onto his cock. Her cunt squeezed more and more around him and he felt his own release close. Letting out a grunt, he took two steps forwards and pressed her up against the wall again.
"Scream for me, darling." He commanded gruffly and rammed hard into her, feeling his balls draw up and his cock pulse as her cunt started spasming and contracting. A scream tore from her throat with the force of her white-hot orgasm, the walls of her pussy milking John's cock relentlessly and she felt his hot cum filling her, felt his hot, deep, sexy growls against her skin and in her hair as he fell apart as well.
They stood still against the cold, wet shower wall for a solid three minutes, trying to catch their breath. Emily's grip had long loosened and she knew she was held upright only by the wall in her back and John's muscular body.
"You okay?" He mumbled eventually, leaning up very slowly and carefully disentangling himself from her. "Emily...?" He prodded when there was no response. Emily was too tired to even let out a whimper when he pulled out of her and simply sagged back against the wall, looking up at him with a weak but very happy smile. "Ye-es..."
Bravely, she walked downstairs an hour later after a short nap. John was in the kitchen, making breakfast. Slowing her steps, she grew a bit nervous and giddy, hoping he wouldn't notice her right away. But he lifted his head as soon as she walked in, having heard her approaching footsteps, and gave her a soft smile. Of course he knew she was there; he was a fucking hitman.
Emily smiled back at him awkwardly and quickly crossed the kitchen, turning her back on him as she poured some coffee into a cup. She felt his eyes on her, burning into her, scorching her skin. And then he was suddenly standing next to her, his breath hot on her neck. She almost dropped her cup.
"Are you hiding from me, darling?" He asked softly, his voice a purring rumble in his chest.
"I... I was... yeah, I didn't know... I felt awkward." She wrapped both her hands tightly around the cup, turning her head to look up at him. John chuckled at her softly. He was a different man dressed in jeans and a white Henley, a kind smile on his face, looking at her with warm brown eyes, hair soft and fluffy. Not like the dark intense assassin forcing her onto her knees and suck his cock or the wild beast in bed. She wanted to rest her head on his chest, snuggle up to him.
"You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not, play a role for me like you used to for those men at the Continental. You don't have to talk with me or entertain me." John's eyes traced her face as he spoke, his gaze lingering on her lips for a moment before they flicked up and he looked her in the eyes. "Don't be scared of me."
"I'm not scared of you, John... not anymore." Her throat was dry; she swallowed hard and then remembered her coffee, lifted her cup to her lips and took a careful sip.
"Are you okay?" He stepped even closer and cupped her cheek, running his thumb over the dark circles under her eyes. "I'm too rough with you, I should've let you rest last night... How bad is it? Are you very sore, darling?"
Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart beating faster. "N-no, I'm fine... quite sore, but I was... constantly wet and that helped... it's not that bad, really."
She blushed saying those words. She couldn't believe how easy and comfortable he seemed talking about those intimate things outside of the bedroom when they weren't having sex.
John nodded slowly, brushing her lower lip with his thumb. She puckered her lips, kissing the pad, relaxing a bit. "I love that you're so rough with me, John. I told you I can take it, and we have a safeword. You don't have to worry about me, but I appreciate your concern, Mr Wick."
She put her hand lightly on his chest and stood on her tip-toes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, her tongue darting out and swiping teasingly against his. "I love being with you, John. You're the best I've ever had, I've never cum so hard with anyone - and so many times."
She knew she could admit it out loud, he wouldn't be smug about it and start running around the Continental, telling every assassin about how good he was giving it to her. So she had no inhibitions about telling him how good he made her feel.
John caressed her back with his hand, whispering against her lips, "Still... I shouldn't have given in when you begged me to fuck you in the shower, kitten. It was too much for you."
She turned her head in embarrassment, her face flushed red. He had never called her that pet name when they weren't fucking.
John yanked her towards him, crushing her tightly to him and pressing his mouth to hers with a low growl in his throat. She whimpered, parting her lips willingly and sinking into the kiss. He kissed her long and deep as he held her close to his chest, his hands stroking slowly over her body, his fingers gliding to the nape of her neck and squeezing, making her whimper. He pulled away, his lips brushing her temple and she whimpered, already weak in the knees and clinging onto his biceps. When she felt the bulging muscle under her small hands, she let out a groan and licked her lips. "Wow. Oh God... I need to go before this gets out of control, Mr Wick. I'm already running late."
"It's my fault, kitten. I'm breaking the rules already." He rasped and she laughed hoarsely at his words.
"I'm all yours tonight again, sir." She pulled away from him, but John held her back. "Breakfast?"
"No time. I'll get something on my way to work." John clicked his tongue in disapproval, giving a short shake of his head.
Fascinated, she watched him grab the pot of coffee and pour the black, delicious liquid into a thermos and quickly screw the lid back on. "You need to eat, darling. Especially after last night." He handed her the thermos and a brown paper bag. She looked at the items in her hands, dumbfounded for a moment, then up at him. "You packed me lunch. Oh my God, you are the perfect man, Mr Wick."
He laughed softly at her words and she could have sworn she saw him blush a little at the compliment. "Thank you, baby. You're too good to me, Mr Wick." She kissed his lips quickly and gave him a smile, turned to leave but stopped and hesitated. John looked at her expectantly, raising an eyebrow.
She nibbled on her bottom lip, then decided to take the risk and ask. "Is everything ok? I mean, you've been gone for almost two weeks... are you okay?" She held her breath, expecting him to get angry.
John sighed and lifted the cup of coffee that she didn't have the time to finish and took a sip. Shoving one hand in his jeans pocket, he leaned against the counter and looked at the dark beverage instead of at her. "It didn't go according to plan... but I fixed it. It took a while. I'm fine, though, darling. "
She nodded, wanting to leave, but he narrowed his eyes, looking long and hard at her. "Someone bothered you? Did someone call... or visit unexpectedly?"
"No, it was quiet. Just me and the dog."
"Good. That's how I like it." He gave her a soft smile. She couldn't resist and stepped closer to kiss him again. Pulling away, she faltered under his intense gaze and let go of him awkwardly, lifting her shoulders in a nervous way and staring down at her boots quickly. She knew she was blushing.
Emily was still embarrassed by her intense reaction to him from before, but John was as respectful and patient as ever with her. He was nothing but a gentleman and she realized that she could indeed trust him.
Someone had hurt her, he was sure of it. Otherwise she wouldn't have reacted the way she did, with complete panic in fear of rejection, thinking she had done something wrong. He needed to be even more perceptive and careful with her from now on.
John put a gentle hand on her shoulder, followed her outside and stood on the porch, seeing her off like a husband. She got in her car, gave John a wave and backed out of the driveway, cursing under her breath. She was late, Aurelio would be pissed, and she was wet and turned on, her panties soaked through from kissing John Wick.