Karaoke Tease Ends With Her Ass

The private karaoke room still smelled of spilled beer and the ghost of cheap champagne when the last of their coworkers finally spilled out into the hallway, laughing too loud and slamming the door behind them. Kara kicked off one heel, then the other, and flexed her toes against the sticky carpet. Twenty-eight, sharp as a new campaign brief, and still buzzing from three hours of forcing smiles across the marketing floor’s annual blowout. Emmett hadn’t left. He never left first when it was just the two of them. Thirty-two, all broad shoulders and that permanent five-o’clock shadow that made every junior associate stare a second too long, he lounged on the low leather banquette with a half-empty bottle of something amber and his tie already loosened. They’d been flirting for two years—coffee-machine brushes, late-night Slack DMs that skirted the edge of filthy—but tonight the air felt thicker, charged.

Kara scrolled the song list with deliberate slowness, hips cocked, the tight black dress she’d worn to the party riding high on her thighs. She chose something slow and filthy, a track that demanded movement. The first bass notes hit and she turned, already rolling her ass in a lazy figure-eight that made the hem of her dress climb another inch. Emmett’s eyes locked on exactly where she wanted them.

“You always watch me like that,” she said, voice low and throaty into the mic even though she wasn’t really singing yet. “Like you’re trying to memorize the way it moves.”

He didn’t look away. “Hard not to when you put it on display like that.” His voice was rough, scraped raw by the earlier round of group anthems. “Been watching it all night, Kara. Every time you leaned over the dessert table. Every time you danced with that intern just to make sure I noticed.”

She laughed, spun, and backed up until her ass brushed the front of his trousers. The contact was light, teasing, but she ground down once, slow, feeling him already half-hard against the curve of her. “I like being watched,” she murmured, still half-singing, half-confessing. “Like knowing someone’s staring and wanting. Especially you. You’ve been hard for my ass since the Christmas party two years ago. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Emmett’s hands settled on her hips, big and warm, not quite pulling her tighter yet. “I’m not denying shit. That dress is criminal. The way it clings when you shake it—fuck. I’ve spent half the night thinking about bending you over the nearest flat surface and finding out how tight you are back there.”

The admission landed hot between her legs. Kara’s pulse kicked. She chose another track, something even slower, all bass and breathy vocals, and really worked it now—dropping low, rolling up, glancing over her shoulder to catch the raw hunger on his face. She loved this, the power of it, the way his gaze felt like hands already on her. She ground harder against him on the next beat, feeling his cock thicken fully, thick and insistent against the cleft of her ass through the thin fabric.

“Tell me,” she said, voice husky. “Tell me exactly how badly you want it.”

He exhaled hard through his nose, fingers flexing on her hips. “Badly enough that I’ve jerked off thinking about spreading you open and watching my cock disappear in that perfect fucking ass. Badly enough that if you keep teasing me like this I’m going to lose it right here.”

Kara’s laugh turned into a soft moan. She could feel how wet she already was, the thin thong she wore under the dress soaked through. The tension had gone past playful; it was a live wire now, sparking every time she moved. She set the mic down carefully on the machine, turned fully, and walked the three steps to the glowing console. Then she bent at the waist, slow and deliberate, palms flat on either side of the screen, and looked back at him through the curtain of her hair.

“Then touch it,” she said. “You’ve been staring all night. You want to feel what you’ve been looking at?”

Emmett was off the banquette in a second. He dropped to his knees behind her like the floor had pulled him down. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs, rough palms catching on bare skin, pushing the tight dress higher until it bunched around her waist. The cool air of the room kissed her cheeks. Her thong was a thin black scrap, already dark with arousal, the string nestled between her cheeks. He hooked a finger under it and peeled it aside, exposing her completely—pink, glistening pussy lips and the tight, furrowed pucker of her ass.

“Jesus, Kara,” he breathed. “Look at you.”

She pushed back into his stare, shameless. “Don’t just look. You’ve wanted this. Do something about it.”

He didn’t need a second invitation. Emmett leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue from her clit all the way up through her folds and over her asshole in one long, filthy stroke. Kara’s knees nearly buckled. She moaned loud enough that anyone lingering in the hallway would have heard, but she didn’t care. His mouth was hot, hungry. He circled her rim with the tip of his tongue, then pressed flat again, licking her open with wet, obscene sounds that filled the small room over the dying notes of the last song.

“Fuck—yes,” she gasped, rocking back onto his face. “Just like that. Eat my ass, Emmett. I’ve wanted your mouth on me for months.”

He growled against her and went harder, hands spreading her cheeks wide so he could get deeper. His tongue speared against the tight ring, fucking into her in shallow thrusts while his thumb stroked her clit in tight circles. Kara’s arms trembled; she dropped to her elbows on the karaoke machine, ass higher, presenting everything. Every wet pass of his tongue sent sparks straight to her core. She was dripping, thighs slick, the dual assault of his mouth on her hole and his fingers working her clit pushing her toward the edge frighteningly fast.

“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered between licks, voice wrecked. “This tight little hole—Christ. I can feel it twitching for me.”

“It’s been twitching for you all night,” she admitted, breath hitching. “Every song I picked, I was thinking about you back here. Thinking about how full I’d feel with your cock stretching me open. God, Emmett, don’t stop—rim me harder. Make me beg.”

He did. He sealed his mouth over her and sucked, then pushed his tongue inside again, deeper this time, while two fingers slid into her soaked pussy and curled. Kara cried out, the sound raw. Her orgasm was already coiling tight, but she fought it, wanting to stay right here on the knife-edge. She reached back with one hand and gripped his hair, holding him against her ass while she fucked herself back onto his tongue.