Emma Interlude: Making Sense

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.

Two fires burned inside me as I led Ryan upstairs to his room. Desire was there, as always, but it was just a candle next to the bonfire of sheer fucking anger in my chest. I had just offered Isaac everything he wanted, and he had turned it down because of a stupid fucking game. I locked the door behind us with a jerk of my hand and turned to Ryan.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "So you really want --"

"Fuck yes," I said coldly. Without ceremony, I quickly undressed until I was naked except for my socks. Ryan had barely made it out of his shirt before I was on him, pressing my body against his as I kissed him hard. I fumbled at his belt while his hands went to my ass and squeezed.

A condom wrapper appeared in his hand. Taking it, I slid to my knees, took his semi-hard cock in my mouth, and sucked until he was at his full length, before rolling the condom on. By now, his pants were around his ankles.

I stood up, and as I kissed him again, I pushed him backwards onto the bed. Ryan stumbled onto it, landing on his back, and laughed nervously. "Whoa, careful."

I ignored his protest and jumped on after him. Straddling his lap, I pressed my lips to his again hungrily, and his cock twitched against my ass. Moaning, I reached behind me and grasped it tight, and I heard his breath catch. "You like that?" I purred, stroking him slowly but firmly. "You want it rough?"

"I won't say no," Ryan said with his characteristic grin.

I smirked and gave him another quick kiss, then scooted backwards and positioned myself over him. Before I could say anything, he pushed his hips upwards, and I moaned as his cock entered me.

"Dickhead," I gasped.

"You love it really," he smirked, slapping my ass.

I narrowed my eyes and stared icy daggers at him, but his grin didn't even falter. Raising myself up his length, I steadied myself with a hand on his chest and drove my hips down, and we both cried out with pleasure. Without giving him a chance to recover, I drove down again, and within moments I was riding him hard. The only sounds in the room were heavy breathing and the slap of skin on skin.

Soon shallow, high-pitched moans began to slip from my lips. The intensity was unmatched, and with that fire inside me, everything was dialed up. Part of me wondered if Isaac was at the door, listening, and the thought spurred me to moan just a little louder. He could be having this. Instead, here I was riding a stallion of a man who he could never possibly match.

Ryan's hands slid along my thighs, his touch as light as silk. I whimpered, unable to speak, and grabbed them and brought them to my tits. He went to work, squeezing and pinching and sending shots of pleasure through my body as I bounced on him. My moans became cries.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I gasped, a fierce grin on my face. "I'm nearly there! Fuck, I'm nearly there!"

His face was red and sweat-drenched. It looked like it was taking all his willpower to hold back while still working his magic on my chest. Every movement of his fingers took me closer to the edge, and every time I impaled myself on him made me squeal.

Despite knowing it was coming, my orgasm hit me without warning. My breath caught in my throat and I froze atop his cock, trembling and quivering. The bliss pushed all other thoughts from my mind. "Fuck, yes," I whimpered.

Slowly, I felt his hands grip my hips and roll us over so that he was on top. Cracking my eyelids open, I saw the lust in his eyes still burning bright as he moved my legs onto his shoulders. I bit my lip.

"Want to keep going?" Ryan asked, already lining himself up.

I hesitated for a split-second, and concern seeped into his expression. Then I nodded and **** a playful smile. "You need a reward after that, after all."

He smirked and thrust into me, and I sighed and clutched the sheets. God, the angle had him so deep inside me. I closed my eyes and let him pound me into the bed, not as fast as I rode him, but harder, deeper. At some point, his hand found its way to my throat and squeezed, and I let out a strangled moan from the sudden gush of arousal. We had fucked in every mood, and he knew exactly which buttons to press.

Clenching around him, I fixed him with a pleading stare. Somehow, he started to thrust even harder as he upped the pace. The amazing feeling of his cock pistoning inside me and his grip on my neck lit my skin on fire. I gasped, unable to do anything louder, and my hand slipped to my clit and started rubbing furiously.

Ryan kept pounding steadily, his eyes locked on mine. I tried to hold his gaze, but the pleasure and the lack of oxygen had my eyes rolling and fluttering. Whenever I did manage to focus, his face would be a little redder each time.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I'm. Gonna. Cum," he gasped between thrusts.

I made a pleading noise through my constricted windpipe. I was so close, if he just held on a little longer...

But then he thrust one last time and stayed there. His cock, buried balls-deep in my pussy, started to pulse. He grunted, and after emptying his load into the condom, released my neck and rolled off me, panting.

I gasped and sucked in air, still rubbing my clit desperately as I strained to reach my second climax of the night. Ryan noticed and put his mouth to my nipple. Biting gently, he played his tongue around the nub, and the extra jolt of pleasure was just enough to push me over the edge. I came, sighing and shuddering, and relaxed into the pillow as tranquilizing bliss flooded my body.

"Fuck," I gasped.

"Yeah," he said, still breathing heavily.

He wiped his sweaty hair out of his face, then got up, staggered to the trash can, took off the condom and threw it in. I grinned weakly, watching his softening cock swinging almost hypnotically with each step. Crawling onto the bed beside me, he pressed his naked body against mine. "Better?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Ryan shifted next to me and gave me a look. "Come on, Emma. Whatever's up with you and Isaac, I don't want to make it worse. Did I just help, or did I just make it worse?"

All the emotions roiling in my body mixed with the post-orgasmic haze and made me feel queasy. I covered my face with my hands. "I don't know."

In silence, he rubbed my shoulder gently. I looked over at him and saw him simply waiting for me to continue. A weird warm feeling swelled in my stomach, the same that I sometimes got when I was having a real talk with Emily.

"I don't know," I repeated, and this time my voice cracked a little. "Shit, I don't fucking know what I'm doing. At least give a girl a second to recover before springing that on me."

"Hey, it's okay," he said, slipping an arm around me. "It's okay. And sorry."

I put my head against his chest and sighed. Anger at Isaac still boiled in my stomach, but now I was also angry at myself for being angry at him. Add a sprinkle of self-doubt and residual pleasure and you got the Emma Special. "I just ... I just want us to be a normal couple. Just for a bit, for our first time. But he's still all about the stupid game. He wants to win me, like he hasn't already."

Ryan nodded and squeezed my shoulder. "I could help you tie him up? I can take him - the poor guy looks like he barely weighs a hundred pounds."

I laughed half-heartedly and punched his arm. "Lay off my boyfriend. Just because he whipped your ass mentally."

"Touché," he chuckled. Then he looked thoughtfully at the ceiling and opened his mouth, searching for the right words. "You know ... In 9th grade I got dropped from the baseball team. I was the best player and coach still dropped me."

"Okayyy," I said.

"You're meant to ask why he dropped me," Ryan grinned. "Whatever, I'll tell you anyway. Coach saw that I was training every night, barely scraping through class, had nothing else going on, and he took me aside and told me to enjoy life. Crazy, right?" He paused to collect his thoughts, running a hand through his hair. "So I did. It took me a while, but I got out of my own head about it and started studying - well, more than I had been - and met Callie --"

"And seduced all the hottest girls in school, then got your friends to help because you couldn't keep up with your own harem," I teased, poking him in the stomach.

"You know that's not what happened," he laughed.

"It's still funny to put it like that though," I giggled.

"Yeah. Anyway, after ... all that ... I got my life together, coach let me back on the team and I was just as good as I was when I left. And my attitude was way better. Have I made my point?"

I nodded. "Dump Isaac."

A horrified look crossed his face. "Wait, that's not --"

I laughed and poked him again. "Relax, asshole. I get it. Cut the game, cut the photos, everything. Just me and him."

He nodded, allowing himself a smile. "Okay, cool."

I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling his chest rise and fall with his deep breathing. That warm feeling in my chest was back. "I love you, Ryan," I blurted. "Don't take it the wrong way, but --"

"I love you, too," he said, kissing me on the forehead. "It doesn't mean I want to be with you, and it doesn't mean you like Isaac any less. Right?"

I smiled. "Exactly. Purely platonic love."

He looked down at our naked bodies and laughed. "God, we're all crazy, aren't we?" Leaning in, he kissed me on the lips, then slipped down to my neck. I hummed in appreciation as he trailed kisses down my chest and stomach. By the time he reached my pussy, my legs were spread and I was aching for it.

I twisted my fingers into his sweaty hair and arched my back as pleasure started trickling up my spine.