Emma Interlude: Personal Content

Interlude warning: since this is from Emma's perspective, it might give some hints about what is to come later on in the main Isaac branch.

I was brimming with excitement as I walked up Ryan's snowy driveway, and practically bouncing on the doormat in the brief window between ringing the bell and him opening the door. He flashed me one of his charming smiles as he held it open for me.

"Hey. So, what's this about?" he asked.

I kicked off my shoes and followed him to his room. "Collecting material," I said slyly. With a deliberate click, I locked the door behind us.

Ryan glanced at the door, then back to me, a small smile playing at his lips. "Okayyy ... What's so special that you're springing this on me and not Justin?"

I blushed and avoided his eyes. "Justin's not as open to this stuff as you are."

He raised an eyebrow. Justin was still open enough to this normally, and he knew it just as well as I did. Before he could press any further, I pressed my body to his and pulled his ear down to my lips. "How about you stop asking questions that my mouth will be too busy to answer," I whispered sultrily.

Flashing another of his smiles, he kissed me on the lips. "I like where this is going." He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me closer, and I grinned into his mouth as we started making out. Despite the familiarity of the motions, butterflies swirled in my stomach as I remembered why I was here, and with **** hands I fumbled with his belt and jeans before yanking them down along with his boxers. "Whoa, what's the rush?"

I sank to my knees and looked up at him. He'd barely had time to get a semi, but all I could think about was ramming him down my throat. "Stop complaining," I said, kissing the tip before I shrugged off my coat and pulled my top over my head. "Shirt off."

Ryan made a show of rolling his eyes, but the lazy smile that came after made it obvious that he was only joking. As he took off his shirt, I wrapped my lips around his head and leaned forwards, sliding them down. He twitched in my mouth and grew slowly as blood rushed to it. Groaning, he ran his hands through my hair. "Christ," he whispered.

I withdrew and unclasped my bra, then wriggled out of my jeans and panties and started digging through my purse. A hand grabbed my ass, and then he was kissing my neck as he slid his other hand between my legs. I enjoyed it for a moment, then shoved him away, grinning. "Here," I said, handing him my unlocked phone.

"Pictures or video?"

"Video. No talking, no reacting ... If you can," I winked. "If you can get some of my clothes in shot as well, that would be hot, so if you stand ..."

I maneuvered him to where I wanted him and knelt back down, brushing my hair behind my ears. Then I smiled up at the camera. "What do you think?"

"I think you look hot as heck, but that's because you're about to blow me." He poked his head around the phone and smirked.

Spitting into my hand, I spread it over his cock, paying particular attention to his head. "Lights, camera ... Action."

Ryan nodded and clicked the button, and I shifted my gaze to the camera. Isaac would be on the other end later, watching, and I grinned at the thought. "This is why tonight is special, Isaac. Because I'm doing this. Just. For. You." I punctuated the last words by kissing Ryan's cock, not moving my eyes from the lens.

Fuck, I wanted him to see how much it turned me on to do this. How much of a slut I was when he was watching. I loved every second of filming because I knew with absolute certainty that he would jack off to it in his nerdy basement, wishing so desperately that he could swap places with the guy I was pleasuring, but knowing that I would always be out of his reach.

Grinning, I started stroking Ryan's cock as I leaned in and took his balls in my mouth. Tenderly, I licked and lightly sucked on them, and Ryan groaned softly, brushing my hair behind my ear. Popping them out of my mouth, I smiled sweetly up at the camera. "You like that, do you? Sweet, innocent Emma, sucking another man's balls. Sweet, innocent Emma, gagging on another man's cock." Taking his head into my mouth, I slid forwards as far as I could go, pushing his shaft down my throat until I spluttered and coughed and had to pull it back out.

I winced and grinned. "You really are something, Isaac. I bet you're jacking it so hard right now, aren't you?" I sat up a little more and began beating Ryan off, fast, as I cooed and moaned. "Ooh yeah, jerk it for me, Isaac, imagine it's my hand around you --" I stopped just as abruptly. "Oh, wait ... That will never happen. You know that. I am never, ever going to let you have any of this. I will let every single guy in school cum inside me before I so much as touch your cock." I licked up the underside of Ryan's shaft, grinning widely.

I went back to using my mouth, the only sounds in the room the wet, sloppy noises as I sucked what I could and jacked off the rest. Once or twice, I accidentally looked past the camera at Ryan, who offered me a smile despite barely being able to keep the phone on me from the pleasure.

"Are you close?" I whispered, before deepthroating him again. His cock tickled my throat, and a rush of pleasure flooded my body as I pictured Isaac with his eyes glued to the screen and his hand glued to his crotch. I pulled back, breathing heavily. "Do you like it when I **** on a big, hard cock, Isaac?"

I placed my hands on Ryan's ass and opened wide, pulling his hips towards me and slotting his shaft into my waiting mouth. I took him as deep as I could, my lips barely an inch from his base as my throat strained, then withdrew for air. I did it again and again until my eyes were watering and Ryan was groaning softly, his free hand toying with my hair.

"Do you like me being a slut, Isaac?" I asked, blinking carefully to not ruin my makeup as I stroked his shaft. He grunted as I enveloped his head and danced my tongue over every inch, my eyes locked on the camera. On Isaac. I bobbed desperately, my pussy aching with lust.

Ryan's groans grew louder, snapping me out of my trance. Spitting him out of my mouth, I grinned at the camera and began pumping him hard. "Going to cum for me?

He groaned softly, remembering my instructions and trying to keep quiet. I licked the tip as I pumped, and his eyelids fluttered. “I need you to cum for me. Where do you want to do it? I bet you’d love to watch me swallow it, wouldn’t you? I’ll do it if you want. Nothing better than a fresh load of cum.”

I grinned, remembering his agonized expression when I showed him the picture of my face streaked with white, denying him the opportunity to really touch me. “Or maybe you want to cum on my face? Dirty my pretty little face with your cum?” I giggled, moving my other hand to his cock and pumping harder. “Better decide quickly. You aren’t going to last much longer. Swallow or on my face? Hurry up. What’s it going to be, Isaac?”

Ryan came at the perfect time, his cock shuddering in my hands. I just had time to close my eyes before he pulsed and shot load after load onto my face, thick, hot streams of it that gooped across my cheeks and forehead. A couple of strands ended up in my hair. Opening my eyes, I grinned up at the camera as I pictured Isaac behind it, desperately wringing every last drop of cum out of his cock. If only I could be there to watch him do it.

Slowly, I scooped a dollop off my cheek with a fingertip and slipped it into my mouth, sucking it all off as I gazed into the camera with the slightly salty, creamy flavor on my tongue. I swallowed and pulled my finger out, licked clean

“Maybe next time I’ll let you…" I winked and waited for a moment before looking around the camera at Ryan. "You can turn it off now."

"Good," he gasped, handing me my phone back and staggering to his bed. "That was intense."

I blushed. "Sorry I didn't warn you, I just thought..."

He shook his head. "It's fine, it was ... good." Leaning back on his elbows, he raised an eyebrow. "So, Isaac, huh?"

I glared at him. Picking up his shirt, I deliberately took my time wiping the cum off my face with it.

His smug smile faltered. "Come on, Emma, that's not cool."

I got to my feet and leaned over him. "Not. A. Word."

I stayed there long enough for him to get the message, then turned my back and pulled my panties back up my legs. As I clipped up my bra, he stepped up behind me and squeezed my ass, kissing my hair. "Since you're here, you want to...?" he whispered, slipping his other hand into my panties. His finger found my clit and stroked it gently.

My breath shuddered in my chest. Of course I wanted to, but...

His thumb took its place as his finger moved further down, rubbing along my slit. The wetness almost made it glide, guiding him to my pussy. I exhaled softly as he pushed inside me. Fuck, he was good with his hands, so good that he almost made me forget --

I snapped out of it and pulled his hand away. "Tempting, but I've got some editing to do."

I pressed replay on the video again. At some point during the process, my jeans had found their way to around my ankles and my panties had been pushed to the side by my vibrator, which was buzzing away at my clit and making it hard to concentrate. The only thought running through my brain was how much Isaac would love it.

A moan escaped my lips, and I bit my lip and looked at the door. The sound of soccer commentary drifted under the gap, reminding me that Papa Bear was barely ten meters away. The video stopped again, and I hit replay almost instantly.

"You really are something, Isaac," the me from the video said. That would cut, I knew, as past me continued talking, teasing him and then telling him how I would be the perfect slut for anyone except him. The thought of the hurt on his face as he continued to jack off sent a spike of twisted pleasure through my body, and I came hard, legs twitching uncontrollably as I bit my tongue to trap my moans.

Breathing heavily, I sank into my chair and tugged my panties back into place. Sweat glued my hair to my forehead. Dazed, I let the video run until the end, where it paused on an image of my cum-covered face, and I stared at it for a moment, thinking. Isaac didn't deserve any of this. He didn't deserve to crush on me, when all I wanted to do was drive nails into his heart over and over again.

I watched the video one last time and clipped the end. The part without any of the humiliation, the part that was just me begging for him to cum, without the emotional needles that laced almost every word out of my mouth. Before I could stop myself, I had placed it in Isaac's drive, and I sat back in relief and pulled out my phone.

>Don’t say I don’t do anything for you

I smiled softly. I hoped he enjoyed it.