Road Trip (Jenna Ortega X Emma Myers)

Chapter 16 | Emma - Memphis [2]

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This chapter have really sensitive/dark themes, sexual content, explicit sex, drug (including alcohol).

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I sucked at her hand, and her body trembled again. Her fingers started on a rhythm, a slow and sensuous pace that would surely have had me coming if she were in my pussy. But my own orgasm wasn't the goal at this particular moment.

I moaned around her hand again, matching my grinding with her thrusts. She whimpered a defeated sound that was muffled against my chest. Her fingers plunged into me over and over again, coated and slick, as my tongue met every move. I caught her eyes, upturned in wonder, as she watched every thrust. I moaned again, and her eyes fluttered shut. With great effort, she opened them again, surveying the deep red of my lips that now painted her hand.

Suddenly, Jenna's gaze fell away from me, her mouth going back to my chest. The rhythm of her hand turned erratic. Her fingers stuttered inside me, and her free hand's nails dug into my back. Another high pitched and helpless noise escaped her mouth. I felt her shoulders shake under my arm, and then a surge of pain flooded through me as her teeth gripped a spot low on my tit.

She pulled her fingers out of my mouth instantly, leaving me gasping. Her hands both gripped my thighs, and she slumped forward, resting her forehead against my shoulder. My face was a mess, and I wiped my arm across it, hoping I got all the stray spit. I heard her take a few deep breaths at the sound of someone trying hard not to lose consciousness. I couldn't help but chuckle. She looked up at the shudder in my chest as I tried to hold back a bigger laugh. Her face was bright red, the agonised look of a sinner before God.

"So...did you know you were into that, or is this a surprise?"

She groaned and buried her face in my chest.

"Holy shit, I had no idea. Emma, that was so hot." Jenna looked at me again, the blush still there.

"I don't know how, but you make me want to do things I've never even thought about before. There are so many ways I want to fuck you..."

Oh fuck. Deflect, Myers, deflect!

"Well, obviously it's because I'm so sexy," I said, flipping my hair. Jenna laughed and pressed a gentle kiss to my sternum. Her blush was receding now. At least my joke had worked to make her more comfortable.

"That's definitely true," she said.

One hand crept around to grope at my ass. Her other hand gripped my thigh a little tighter, with just the right amount of possessiveness.

"I mean, you're sexy enough to get me off in what is possibly the most embarrassing way I've ever come." Her smile was light now, self-deprecating, and oh so charming.

I gave her the most devilish smile I could muster, the one I used to give reporters who later wrote headlines like EMMA MYERS IS COMING FOR YOUR WIFE. My hand dragged up her chest, stopping in a casual hold at the bottom of her neck, no pressure applied, but the promise was darkly there. Her eyes went wide.