I turn my face to watch us in the mirror and it’s a fucking sight.
“Ah, filthy August. You like watching us fuck,” Emery says, catching my wayward stare. He groans and then pulls out slowly and pushes back inside of me. I watch the glossy, thick length of him sliding between my cheeks and disappearing entirely.
“God yes. I love fucking you. Say you love it.”
“I love it,” I groan.
I love you.
But I’m a fucking coward because I don’t say that either. Seems like I don’t say the important things, but I can’t think too hard on it, because Emery is pounding into me now and I’m sliding up the bed, grasping onto the sheets to keep me in place. And I can see it all, my flushed skin, the sweat on his body, his red lips, as he literally fucks me into the mattress.
“Louder,” he grunts, and I let myself go.
My moans are ripping through the air between us, bouncing off the walls, and Emery goes wild for it.
I reach down and grab onto my aching cock and pump it as he rolls his hips into me again and again. I feel my balls suddenly draw up and I’m exploding across the sheets.
“Oh, hell yeah,” Emery says and then he’s frantic, bucking against me, and then he releases inside of me with a long-drawn-out, almost pained, moan.
“Perfect,” he gasps as he sags against me.
I want to turn around and pull him into my arms, but the door flings open and there she is.
“Mom,” I gasp, and I crawl forward, my dick swinging between my legs, my ass twinging from Emery pulling out so quickly.
“Oh my god! I didn’t….” she says quickly and then the door slams shut and I scramble to pull up my pants. Emery is pulling his up too, but he’s not moving nearly as fast as he should.
My mom just saw us fucking.
Oh, my motherfucking god.
“August,” Emery says.
“No, I can’t. Not right now. Just wait here,” I say, feeling like I’m going to throw up. I cannot believe she just saw me getting railed. By Emery. In her old bed.
“Mom,” I say and rush into the living room, zipping up my jeans, but damn I can still feel Em’s come dripping out of my ass and it makes me blush.
“What was that?” she asks, her face slightly pale, her eyes everywhere but mine.
“It was nothing. It was…nothing,” I lie.
“Nothing?”
“Yeah, nothing,” I say and my heart clenches. “It was stupid. It meant nothing.”
“That wasn’tnothing…I had no…oh my god. I am so sorry I barged in. I forgot my phone charger. I had no idea I’d walk in on that, but it sounded like someone was hurt…I had no idea…” She presses her hands to her face, and she shakes her head. “I mean…maybe I knew, but I didn’t think it was anything like that. It is just surprising. I’m just surprised. You and Emery….”
“Yeah, fuck, I’m so sorry you saw that. Oh, hell. Okay, so it’s notnothing. We…” My voice lowers and I shake my head. “I wanted to tell you about us, but I didn’t know how. I kept trying and then I couldn’t find the right time or the right words.”
She stares at me and then runs a hand down her face. “I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me.”
“Mom,” I say, my voice breaking. “I just didn’t want you to be disappointed. In me.”
“Oh, hun, you’re not a disappointment. You’re the best man I know. No wonder Emery fell for you. It makes total sense to me.”
“God,” I say, sinking against the counter and running a hand through my hair. “I’m so into him it hurts. I need to…I need to go get him. Will you wait while I do that? He’ll be worried.”
My mom nods and I yell, “Em!”