Chapter 4 My hot Luis

Emma's pov

I slid the tip of my finger between his lips, but before I could go further, he grabbed my wrist. My heart raced at the intense look in his eyes and the firm grip he had on me. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled my finger into his mouth, groaning softly as if savoring the taste of me. His tongue swirled around it, sliding up and down, sending shivers through my body. One by one, he treated the rest of my fingers the same way, each motion drawing me deeper into the moment.

I was soaked, my shorts clinging to me as the heat between us grew unbearable. The sensation of his hot mouth on my fingers, the sight of him enjoying every second, and the hard press of his cock against me was almost too much. I'd never felt so turned on. Before my last finger left his mouth, I leaned in and kissed him, letting our tongues tangle as we cleaned the taste of me from my finger.

I cupped his face, pulling him closer, opening my mouth to him. The scent and taste of myself on him sent a forbidden thrill coursing through me. It was like marking him as mine, and the thought made my pulse quicken. His hands slid to my hips, lifting me effortlessly until I straddled him. I ground myself against his cock, moaning as the friction sent sparks of pleasure through me. His hands slipped into my shorts, grabbing my bare ass as his tongue explored my mouth.

My breasts pressed against his chest, but the barrier of fabric between us wasn't enough. I pulled back and yanked my shirt over my head, letting my tits bounce free.

"Fuck, Emma," he groaned, his hands immediately covering my breasts, kneading them before pinching my nipples. I gasped and arched into him, the sharp mix of pain and pleasure making me crave more.

"You like a little pain?" he asked, his voice thick as he squeezed harder.

"Luis," I whimpered, running my hands up his strong arms, feeling completely overwhelmed. I'd never felt anything like this, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain that left me breathless and dizzy. He leaned down and dragged his tongue along one of my nipples before taking it fully into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue teasing and stroking me as if he couldn't get enough.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close, not wanting his mouth to leave me. The sight of him sucking my breast, so focused and hungry, filled me with a sense of euphoria. This was Luis-my Luis.

He moved to my other breast, giving it the same eager attention, while I ground faster against him, chasing the growing pressure building inside me. Just as I felt myself reaching the edge, the sharp sound of the phone ringing shattered the moment, filling the house with its unwelcome noise.

"Fuck," he groaned, lifting his head from my chest. I watched the desire in his eyes shift to shock. His gaze flicked over me, straddling his lap, my bare tits glistening with his spit, and my hips moving against his cock, completely out of my control. His hands shot to my waist, lifting me off him.

"Fuck, Emma. I'm so sorry," he muttered, jumping to his feet. I noticed the wet stain on his pants where my pussy had been just moments ago. He was still hard, his body betraying him even though his mind was clearly trying to resist.

When the phone rang again, he spun towards it, snatching it up without meeting my eyes.

"Hello?" he said, his voice tight. The brief look of horror on his face told me exactly who it was-my parents. Running a hand through his hair, he tried to sound casual as he answered their questions.

"Yes, we're both doing fine," he said, forcing a laugh at something my dad must've joked about. "Nothing much, just ordered pizza and watched a movie."

He swallowed hard before saying, "Sure, yeah, she's right here," and held the phone out for me, still refusing to look at me.

I walked over, not bothering to cover myself or lower my gaze. Taking the phone, I pressed it to my ear. "Hello?"

My dad launched into a story about my uncle, but my focus was entirely on Luis. He couldn't keep his eyes off me for long. His gaze started at my toes, lingering on the pink polish, then trailed up my legs, paused on the wet patch staining my shorts, traveled over my stomach, and finally stopped at my bare tits with their hard, perky nipples. When his eyes finally reached my face, I gave him a wicked grin.

"Yes," I said into the phone, my tone sweet but playful. "Luis's taking very good care of me."

Luis's jaw clenched, and I could see the battle raging inside him. I was so close to winning on that couch-if only my parents hadn't called!

I quickly ended the conversation with my dad and tossed the phone onto the couch behind me. Luis stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his biceps flexing as he stared at me like I was the most dangerous thing in the room. He looked torn, his teeth gritting as he tried to figure out what to do.

I sighed, disappointed, as I realized I'd lost this round.

"Emma," he started, his voice low and strained, but I cut him off, raising a hand.

"Just don't, Luis," I said sharply, my frustration clear. "I get it. You're not interested."

He took a step toward me but stopped short, keeping his distance. For a moment, his stunned expression almost made me laugh, but I was too let down to care.

"That's not it at all, and you know it," Luis said, running a hand over his stubble cheeks. "I just can't. It's wrong." His voice cracked slightly as he added, "You're my best friend's daughter." He let out a harsh, bitter laugh. "How messed up is that?"

I lifted my chin, refusing to back down. "I don't think it's messed up at all. I've always wanted you, Luis. And you want me too!" My voice rose with frustration, and despite myself, my foot stomped against the floor, a childish move that only made me angrier.

I jabbed a finger at the wet stain on his pants, the obvious outline of his erection giving him away. Stepping closer, I looked up into his troubled blue eyes.

"Good luck sleeping tonight, Luis," I said, my voice low and cutting. "With the taste and smell of my pussy still fresh on your lips."

I didn't give him a chance to respond. Turning sharply, I headed for the stairs. Over my shoulder, I called out, "Excuse me, but I'll be finishing what you couldn't."