A/N: So yea, here is the second chapter to "A Silly Little Game". I hope you guys realize I posted a new one lmfao it's been foreverrrrrrrr. I love this story though, how I planned to have it happen. I hope you guys will continue to read and enjoy it. It's been a while since I read my other chapter so if there's anything that like doesn't fit with the first chapter, let me know, and I'll change it. Also I think I made Emmet a Cullen in the first chapter, I'll try and fix that, cause he's going to be a McCarty. I don't want to make him related to the Cullens in this story, but they will be in it :D:D:D
Also to those reading "When the Water's Not So Clear" I have the next chapter practically done, but I'm still working on it, so please be patient with me :D I Know I shouldn't ask that after being gone for months =(
Also this is unedited as usual. Don't really give a shit about editing, I do read over it and try to make it readable lmao if anything doesn't make sense let me know and I'll try and fix it. I just wanted to post this fast.
As always, enjoy :D
-DaringReality
Disclaimer: *can't think of a witty one so I'll just say "I don't own shit"* This is only for recreational purposes, no infringement is intended :].
You know how when you're dreaming, there's like a hazy white fog framing your vision, and the events aren't in chronological order, nor does any of it make sense when you wake up.
Yea, that's how I feel.
I don't know for sure how we got here. I don't know if I even care. These past thirty minutes seem like a blur, like my life before this moment was nonexistent.
If this was in fact a dream, it was the most vivid one I've ever had. I could feel a pair of velvet soft lips massaging my own in a lustful dance. I could feel a sweat soaked body beneath me, a broad chest pressed against my own, and my hands roamed planes of muscle that were hard as stone but so soft as if it had silk stretched across it.
My body was on fire. I could feel my blood boiling beneath my skin, pooling in my face as I'm sure my dark skin looked scalded. It wasn't a bad feeling, I was beyond ecstatic. I felt my hardened member rub against another in my thin ball shorts, and I ached for closer contact--if that was even possible.
My eyes were closed, but I could smell the scent of Abercrombie, a dense musky smell that could only belong to a man, and sweat all intermingling into one intoxicating aroma.
If this was a dream, I'd almost feel sorry for the one who had to wake me up.
Our lips were still locked in a tight embrace, but the need for air overwhelmed us. We broke apart, nearly an inch between us and I stared through heavy lidded eyes into Emmet's brown orbs peeking out beneath his eyelashes.
He was breathing heavily, and I felt my body rise on his chest. I found my own self panting, and I could see my long locks of brown hair falling to Emmet's shoulder.
He smiled lightly at me, reaching up and tucking my hair behind my left ear with his right hand. I smiled back, involuntarily, and leaned forward once more, our lips touching again softly.
Emmet's mouth began to move more urgently against my own lips, and he pushed up slightly until we were both sitting up, me in his lap, straddling his waist.
Emmet ran his hands through my hair, cupping the back of my head and pushing my face closer to his. My hands roamed the rippling muscles of his back, massaging up and down his spinal column, and he moaned into my kiss.
I rubbed my ass into his arousal, eliciting another moan, and my mind went hazy in pleasure.
I didn't know what to think. This was all new to me. I've never done anything with a guy, and I've not come close to doing anything this drastic with a girl. Emmet seemed skilled however, regardless of gender.
I wasn't sure what to do to be honest. I think we were both relying on animalistic instinct and pure lust.
We haven't said anything since we kissed on the ball court, we only hurried inside before anyone could see and began to make out on his bed.
Fortunately his mom was gone. The luck of being an only child I suppose granted us his house to our self, plus his parents were divorced.
I felt something then lap at my lower lip, and I realize it's Emmet's tongue asking for entrance. I hastily open my mouth, not sure of what to do really, and Emmet takes control.
His slick wet tongue invades my mouth and caresses my own. My mind goes hazy again, and my eyes roll back into my head as I moan into his mouth.
He leaves one hand tangled in my straight black hair, holding my head against his as he explores the caverns of my mouth, and the other hand snakes down my back and grabs onto my ass, pulling my pelvis hard into his as I still sit in his lap.
I gain the courage, mainly from my pure desire for the man, and my tongue battles his, wanting to explore his own hot mouth.
Our pelvis still grinds into each other as Emmet's tongue retreats to allow mine entrance, and his huge hand still is grasped firmly over my ass. I lock my legs around his waste tight, pulling myself closer also in frantic need. He whimpers as our dicks collide in unbelievable pleasure, and my tongue delves deep into his mouth.
I raise myself up to cup his face, pushing mine down into his as he looks up at me. His hand reaches down into my ball shirts, firmly planted against my left ass cheek, squeezing hard, and I grind my groin into his hard chest.
Our kiss ends then, pulling away, there's a string of saliva between our glistening lips, and his eyes are as lust filled as mine.
He pushes me back on his bed then and my legs lock tightly back around his waist like a vice, pulling him closer to me, our slick wet chests met again.
Emmet was over top of me now, his face so close to mine that I wanted to smash mine into it again, but I could only stare at his beautiful face.
His pale, barely sun kissed cheeks were tinted red and the freckles on his nose and under his eyes were broadly standing out against the new shade. His eyes were crinkled as his smile widened, his beautiful white teeth showing beneath his swollen, read lips. His mouth was framed with cute laugh lines, and prickly with golden brown hairs barely poking out.
This flushed, ecstatic face… I was the one that brought this out in him. I was the reason he was hard as a rock, hovering over me panting as if he ran a marathon. I was the reason he was at a loss of breath, my lips were the culprits that bruised his own… my face was the one he was staring at, smiling so wide that it was contagious and my own lips curved.
I was the one he was looking at so passionately…
I finally got to have all of him.
"How long will it take before you screamin my name oh baby…"
What…the…fuck?
"Oh shit." Emmet mutters and jumps off of me.
"We should rip off our clothes and get naked i'll be like oh yeah …"
"Hey babe…" I hear Emmet say as he flips open his phone.
What the fuck is going on? One minute he's on top of me, the next he's off in a flash I hear Chris Brown.
"Yea, yea I can come over…" he says into his phone, wiping at his mouth. He coughs nervously.
"Yea, be there in a bit…"
"Emmet…" I whisper, laying on my side and staring wide eyed.
Was he really leaving? Who was that? What's going on?
All my questions were answered in three simple words he muttered into the phone.
"Love you too…"
He shuts his phone and places it on his dresser, hurrying to find a shirt and hastily throwing it over his head.
"Jake…" he starts, turning back towards me, throwing his hands in the air. "Um, I have to go, Rose… needed something."
"Oh… kay…" I say, and I could feel the disappointment and pain roll off my own tongue.
"You know you can stay here as long as you want… I'm not trying to make you leave or anything." He tells me, a look of pain on his own face. I don't know what of, he can't possibly feel like I do.
"Can we also uh… keep what just happened our little secret?" He asks me and my heart crumbles into a million pieces.
"Ye--yea." I stutter, not knowing what to say.
"Okay, I'll uh…see you later." He says, grabbing his keys and heading out the door fast.
I lay on his bed a moment longer, and I begin to cry again for the second time today.
Damn you Rosalie…
Damn you Emmet…
I sit up in anger, realizing he was the one I rode over here with.
Guess I'll be walking home.
I throw myself back on his bed, fisting my hands in his sheets, and scream into his pillow.
"Is this better or worse than how it was before?" I mutter into the pillow. "I can't go back to pretending nothing happened… I can't watch him and Rosalie be happy together…"
I cry more, sobbing into his pillow, trying not to realize it smelled like him.
Stupid Bastard. Your shirt was on backwards…