Hearing Leo, Emily closed the distance between them, and she pressed her body right up against his.
Rick could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and her plump breasts squashed firmly against his chest through his suit.
"Am I not hot, Rick?" she murmured, her breath reeking of alcohol and sweet mint, "Look at me. Am I not good enough for him?"
Rick looked down at her flushed face, "You are drunk. Let me take you to the apartment."
"I don't care," Emily breathed out.
She grabbed his jacket, yanking him towards her until their faces were mere inches apart. The smell of cheap vodka and sweet mint washed over his face.
"Tell me the truth, Rick," she slurred, her eyes searching his frantically. "Would you have ignored me too? If I threw myself at you like I did with him... would you have just walked away?"
Rick stared down at her ruined mascara and flushed cheeks, and felt an exhausting mix of annoyance and helplessness.
He was so incredibly tired of playing this game. The frustrated part of his brain was screaming at him to just walk away.
But... He was too good to do that.
"Emily! Oh, Emily!" He just let out a sharp, exhausted breath, "What have become of you?"
"You are standing outside your apartment building, freezing your ass off, begging your backup plan to validate you because some rich prick bruised your ego," Rick smirked, his voice dripping with dry sarcasm, "Yeah, Emily, you are a real irresistible catch tonight."
"Shut up," Emily breathed heavily, her hands frantically roaming over his chest, "Just touch me. Make me forget him."
Rick let out a chuckle. he was a good guy. but if someone were to just bend in front of him, he was not Dalai Lama to just walk away.
The unjust rejection at the interview today.
The way Emily had used him as a backup to her infatuation for Roy.
Snap!
The dam of his patience finally collapsed. That last defence to his sanity cracked.
He grabbed the top of her red dress and pulled it down roughly, completely exposing her heavy breasts to the cool night air.
"Rick!" Emily gasped as her pale flesh spilled out. She did not expect Rick to remove his clothes out in the open.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were already hard from the cold.
"What? Shying away now?" Rick didn't hold back, and grabbed her left breast, squeezing the soft flesh tightly, leaving red finger marks on her pale skin.
He then lowered his head and took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard. He bit down slightly, scraping his teeth against the sensitive peak.
Emily arched her back, letting out a sharp, loud cry of pleasure, "Rick... ah fuck... Please!"
"Don't worry sweetheart. I am just getting started," He pushed her backwards until her back hit the cold brick wall of the apartment building.
He pinned her there with his entire body weight. He grinded his hips against hers, letting her feel his rock-hard erection through his trousers.
"You are soaking wet, aren't you?" Rick whispered crudely into her ear, biting her earlobe. "You get off on being rejected, Emily? You come here crying about another man ignoring you, and now you want my dick to fix your broken ego? Plug your hole in one?!"
"Please," she whimpered, her eyes half-closed. She was completely overwhelmed by his touch. She had never expected this from the usually passive Rick, "I can't hold it any longer."
Rick grabbed the hem of her short red dress and yanked it all the way up to her waist, fully exposing her bare thighs and the thin strip of black lace covering her crotch.
He shoved his hand roughly past the lace, straight into her knickers.
She was incredibly wet, and her slick juices had completely soaked the black lace. She was dripping.
"I have kept you waiting," Rick didn't hesitate, and pushed two fingers deep inside her wet cunt.
"Oh, Rick!" Emily let out a loud moan unable to hold back, her head hit the brick wall behind her.
Her legs trembled instantly, and to support her weight she wrapped her arms tightly around Rick's neck to keep from falling to the pavement.
Meanwhile, Rick pumped his fingers in and out of her tight pussy moving fast and rough.
He didn't care about romance or being gentle. He wanted to show her exactly what she was asking for.
"Fuck, Rick... Not so fast..." she begged, her hips bucking eagerly against his moving hand.
"You are a total mess, Emily." Rick sneered, as he pulled his fingers out slightly before slamming them back in deep.
"RICK!" Emily's breath hitched as he cried out loud, and her nails dug deep into his shoulders through his shirt. She was right on the edge. The alcohol, the emotional whiplash, and the sudden, stimulation pushed her over the brink almost instantly.
"ROY! Yes! I am... ah!" Emily screamed as her pussy walls contracted tightly around his fingers, and her warm, slick juices flooded all over his hand, dripping down her thighs, and her body shook violently against the wall.
Rick kept his fingers inside her for another few seconds, letting her ride out the intense spasms, then, he abruptly pulled his hand out.
He looked at his slick, shining fingers, then wiped them deliberately and thoroughly on the fabric of her red dress.
Emily opened her eyes, panting heavily, her face flushed red with heat. She looked up at him with hungry eyes, fully expecting him to undo his trousers. Expecting him to pull out his cock and fuck her right there against the dirty bricks.
But Rick just stepped back and adjusted his jacket, his expression completely cold and detached.
"What..." Emily stammered, her legs shaking so much she had to lean heavily against the wall to stay upright. She clumsily tried to pull her dress back up over her exposed breasts, "Rick? Why are you...?!"
"I am going inside," Rick said flatly.
Emily looked confused, pulling her dress down frantically over her thighs. "But... you didn't... we can go up to your room."
Rick looked at her with pure, unfiltered disgust. The momentary lust had faded, leaving only the bitter reality of the situation.
"You think I'm going to be your sloppy seconds?" Rick said, his voice dripping with venom, "You think I am going to fuck you while you close your eyes and call out someone else's name? I am not your emotional tampon, Emily."
"And I am definitely not your rebound dildo."
Emily flinched violently, as if he had just slapped her across the face. Tears welled up in her eyes again, mixing with the ruined mascara. "Rick, no... I didn't mean it like that. I swear. I just..."
"Save it," Rick spat.
He turned around and started walking up the steps towards the building entrance.
"Wait!"
Emily lunged forward, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. She fell to her knees on the cold concrete steps, looking up at him with massive, manipulative, teary puppy eyes. It was the exact same look she had used on him for years to get her way.
"Please, Rick," she begged, her voice cracking pathetically. "Don't leave me alone. I feel like complete shit."
"I can't go to my empty apartment right now. Just... be with... with me. Please. I promise I won't talk about Roy. I just don't want to be alone tonight."
Rick stopped and looked down at her. She looked pathetic. A sobbing, drunken mess sitting on dirty concrete wearing a dress ruined with her own juices.
His moral frustration peaked. He wanted to kick her off his leg and lock his door. He wanted to leave her to wallow in her own pathetic misery.
He was exhausted.
But he was also trapped by his lingering habits. The ghost of the time he would do anything for her dragged him down, annoying the hell out of him. He hated himself for it, but he let out a long, heavy sigh.
"Get off my jacket," Rick muttered.
Emily sniffled, slowly letting go of his sleeve.
Rick turned around, looking out at the miserable, grey street. He didn't even have any alcohol in the apartment anyway.
"Go to my apartment," Rick told her without looking back at her, "I am going to buy some beer."