Wanton Slut: Owen Path

Emma ignored Owen completely, her attention laser-focused on Mike. "Are you sure you don't want to Mike?" Hesitant, Mike glanced my way before shyly struggling to meet Emma's.

"I'm really ok with it." I tried to smile, but Mike shot me a wary expression.

His brow knitted together, and his eyes narrowed in concern. He shook his head and he breathed out shakily. "Yeah, I'm sure." He bit his lip hesitating, "Wait. Does this mean that you won't - I mean, I'm not saying I'm entitled to this or anything - but I- "

Emma's giggle was light and welcoming. "Mike, slow down, breathe. It's alright." Her smile was reassuring. "When you're ready."

"Seriously?"

"You're my friend, and I would be honoured to be your first."

Mike brightened up, "You really mean that?"

Her smile was bright. "Of course! You're a great friend and I'm sure we'll have a great time together." Emma's eyes danced over to me, a knowing twinkle in her eyes. As if to seal the promise, she gave Mike a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks for being our prop, Mike. I know this is probably really weird for you, but this is a special thing between Isaac and me."

"What a touching scene. Really. Brings a tear to my eye." Owen's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You two finished? This big dick isn't going to fuck itself. We all get a turn? That's how this works, right? Now that we're past all this bullshit."

"Owen, what the hell is wron-" Mike started.

"Fuck off, Mike, we all want the same thing. Don't pretend like you're better than me."

"God, you don't fucking stop, do you?" Emma's glare could cut glass as she turned to Owen.

"Stop? Wait my turn? Fuck that. It's obvious if I do that, you're just gonna fuck Isaac. Mike had his chance and was a pussy about it." Owen said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "If Mike doesn't have the balls to fuck you, I will."

"Ugh, you're so fucking gross. Do you really think you're entitled to my body? That I'm obligated to fuck you?"

He made a snort, rolling his eyes. "As if you haven't been offering us a piece all night. You've practically thrown yourself at us all night. Make all the excuses you want to make yourself feel better about spreading your legs to anyone and everyone, but don't get all high and mighty when I come to pick up what you're offering."

Emma squared off against Owen, glaring with disdain. A quiet tension filled the basement as Emma's eyes grew hard, and the leering smirk slipped from Owen's face replaced by an uneasy look as he took the full brunt of her fury. He was trying to keep his tough attitude, but his confidence was melting away under her weighty silence.

"That's it? Silence? Where's that confident swagger? The action to back up your words? Guess we_ are _done here." Emma smirked at him with an easy confidence. "I guess I shouldn't expect much from someone that names their character Drizzt." Her words dripped with venomous scorn.

"Wait - I didn't realize -"

She flipped her hair back, turning her back to him. "If I happen to find the time, maybe I'll give you another shot. While you wait, you can try to figure out how not to embarrass yourself."

The looks on their faces turned my stomach.

Emma left me no time to react. She was on me in a flash, pushing me down into the seat. Emma quickly sat on my lap, snuggling up against me as her arm slid around my neck. She was so warm and soft. Her presence was so inviting, I could hardly breathe as I felt her soft thighs and butt wiggle into my lap.

So agonizingly close to my cock too. I could feel her arousal and the warmth radiating out from her. It was intoxicating. Her scent threatened to drive me into madness. My head swam as I struggled to control myself against the mix of overwhelming sensations and emotions. She held my gaze as she made herself at home in my lap, swinging her legs from the floor to rest her feet against the seat's armrest. Compulsion drove me to run my hands against her shapely legs, marveling at the sensation.

"Isaac." Her voice was a throaty whisper, making it clear that this conversation was between us. Despite the others in the room, the moment felt private and intimate. Nothing else mattered but the two of us. Her breath carried her words, caressing my ears. "I am so, unbelievably turned on right now."

My heart raced. Her legs parted to let my cock into the embrace of her thighs. The wet warmth of her pussy did nothing to soothe my aches. It felt magical to experience it for the first time. This was what Mike experienced. The way her thighs shifted with her breath, the pulse of her heart as excitement beat through her body. "I want nothing more than to take you back to your room and..." She bit her lower lip, then let out a sigh. "But I don't want our first time together to be... like this."

Her hand brushed against my cheek lingering for a moment before disappearing into the dim light. Her lips nipped at my ear and her voice lowered once more, to the point I had to strain to hear it. "I'm going to fuck Owen." Her voice was gentle, but the words were like a hammer to the chest. I felt my heart stop as she grabbed my cock forcefully and stroked me from tip to stem. She didn't stop as she shifted back in order to fully take in my expression. "I need to fuck someone tonight, Isaac. I'm too... wound up not to."

It was impossible to think, I tried to control myself, trying to will the excitement away from my body with deep heavy breaths. But instead, I was drowning in her perfume again. I could barely stand weathering the storm of her touch and smell at the same time. I reached out to Emma, finding her hands. Her fingers tightened against my cock as I rested my hands on hers. "What do you want me to do, Isaac?" Emma asked me with a serious expression on her face, she bit down on a corner of her lip holding back her desires with bated breath as she waited patiently.

"You've never asked me like this before," I said shakily as her hand rubbed me softly. I shot her a questioning look as her arm pulled me in, bringing my face to hers. "I'm fine with whatever you choose."

"No." The word was heavy with the weight of authority. Her eyes bore into mine. "You don't get that luxury any longer." I felt my throat tighten as a touch of worry fueled my heart rate. "As my boyfriend, you no longer get to sit on the sidelines and enjoy the game. You are a player now."

Leaning forward, her lips pressed against my ear. I felt every word as much as I heard.

"You wanted honesty, Isaac? This is it. Owen is a fucking asshole, but I'll still fuck him. Not because I want to, but because you tell me to." A shiver ran down my body as I sucked in a breath, her grip tightening around my cock. "Anyone, Isaac. Anyone you want me to." She paused, letting her voice drop so that I had to strain to hear her.

"But not me,"

"I'm not fucking you tonight because I enjoy denying you, I really do want our first time to be special," She pulled away, a ghost of a smile on her face as her tender touch left me. I gasped as the cool air rushed to fill the void left by her warm touch, "Mike made me realize that."

"What, so we ain't shit then," Owen grumbled quietly in the background

"Dude, shut the fuck up" Ben hissed, "Don't mess this up for us"

"Isaac, please. I don't know how much longer I can bear this..." The desperation in her begging voice twisted at my gut.

"Go... Take care of it."

"W-with who?" she asked, eyes tearing up on command. This witch. Playing innocent after all that.

My eyes swept the room. Owen had a dark look on his face. Clear jealousy at the attention I was getting from Emma. The others were a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.

"I think Owen is going to be your best shot. The others... Don't seem up to it."

She looked horrified. Enough that my initial reaction was a gut punch of regret. She shifted in my lap, body language radiating anxiety. "I'm afraid he might be rough with me."

My throat tightened. She was playing my fucking heartstrings like a professional. The tone of her voice, the way her eyes never met mine. Damn woman made me feel like a fucking villain. A king sending his only daughter to marry a known abuser for the sake of his kingdom.

Her eyes finally met mine and she hit me with a fucking haymaker. "It can't be him. I don't want to."

My brain busted. Slack-jawed, I stared at her, unable to process anything. Her gaze held, innocent and tearful eyes pleading into mine...

With a blink, it was swept away, replaced with a knowing smirk. "Too much?" She giggled, patting my cheek before giving me a chaste kiss. "We'll work on that." With a deep breath, she twisted on my lap, resting her back against my chest. Head tilted back, she looked up at me. "How about I give you a little reward to make it up to you?"

"Some real material for you to jerk off to" Emma grinned miming a motion with her hand, "I'll be your pornstar"

Author's note:

Written with a lot of help from Vox.