So, maybe he underestimated how frustrated Kat was. He knew she was - anyone could see that, unless you were Carter - but apparently he only had a vague idea. The intention had just been to flirt with her a little, proposition with no real intent, just to provoke Carter to make a move. Jealousy was always a good motivator, at least for Emile, and he was their number one fan.
But that backfired. He misread the situation - he never thought Kat was really that into him - and the next thing he knew she was on top of him, his hands digging bruises into her hips, and she was hot, wet, so fucking tight around him as he pressed up into her, groaning. Sorry Carter, didn't mean to sleep with your girl, but it's kind of hard to feel guilty when she was coming for the second time on his cock, squeezing and rocking into him and shivering like crazy. For a virgin (oh, fuck, ex-virgin), she knew how to use her hips.
That voice of hers could make even a celibate man break his vows.
By the time she rolled off his spent member, they were both sticky, bruised, and Emile thought his back might be bleeding from the scrape of blunt nails over his skin. And still, he wasn't exactly sure what had happened, aside from obviously hot sex. Which he was okay with, but...
"Kat, what about Carter?"
Kat had just looked at him over her shoulder, pulling her pants back on while he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"I love him."
He didn't need to ask her to clarify, since hearing it from her mouth, so honest, was explanation enough. Awkward, since he never was good with feelings, but there weren't any feelings involved here. She'd used him as a convenient, friendly fuck. A way to vent frustration. It wouldn't happen again, and Carter would never know.
god Emile is so hideously ooc in this
But that backfired. He misread the situation - he never thought Kat was really that into him - and the next thing he knew she was on top of him, his hands digging bruises into her hips, and she was hot, wet, so fucking tight around him as he pressed up into her, groaning. Sorry Carter, didn't mean to sleep with your girl, but it's kind of hard to feel guilty when she was coming for the second time on his cock, squeezing and rocking into him and shivering like crazy. For a virgin (oh, fuck, ex-virgin), she knew how to use her hips.
That voice of hers could make even a celibate man break his vows.
By the time she rolled off his spent member, they were both sticky, bruised, and Emile thought his back might be bleeding from the scrape of blunt nails over his skin. And still, he wasn't exactly sure what had happened, aside from obviously hot sex. Which he was okay with, but...
"Kat, what about Carter?"
Kat had just looked at him over her shoulder, pulling her pants back on while he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"I love him."
He didn't need to ask her to clarify, since hearing it from her mouth, so honest, was explanation enough. Awkward, since he never was good with feelings, but there weren't any feelings involved here. She'd used him as a convenient, friendly fuck. A way to vent frustration. It wouldn't happen again, and Carter would never know.
Well, that didn't go as planned.