Fuck.
I grab onto his hips tightly and press my face into his stomach. I inhale the scent of him, and he trembles against me.
“Goddamn you,” he mutters, his fingers slipping into my hair.
And then he’s tugging on the strands, so I’m forced to look up at him.
“This is going to be a disaster,” he says. “I can’t promise I won’t blow this for both of us. If that’s a risk you’re willing to take, then I’m willing to try. But I don’t want to do this forever, August. I have to have a time limit, for my sanity.”
“Name it,” I say, my lips moving against his skin. “Anything.”
“You need to tell her by the end of this trip. We’re out, or we’re nothing. I don’t want to be stuffed back in the closet. I hate closets. I lived in one long enough.”
I roll my lips between my teeth and nod my head. “Okay. Yeah, okay.”
He groans and then tosses his lollipop toward the garbage. He doesn’t even make it in. It just hits the can with a clink, and then rolls onto the ground, but I don’t even care because his body is on me, pressing me down into the mattress, and his mouth is on mine.
“We need to discuss other things, too,” he says as he licks his way up my neck. “Like when we fuck….”
“When? Not if?” I gasp, grasping onto his firm shoulders and rolling my hips against his. God, it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours, and I’m desperate for him. How did I go from feeling nothing but irritation toward him tothis? I’m so hard it hurts.
“If this continues past this week…I’mgoing to fuckyou. I’m going to bedeep inside of you, filling that hot ass of yours with my rock-hard cock and I’m going to make it so damn good for you, you’re going to be begging me for more. You got that?”
“Oh fuck. Yes,” is all I can say, because my brain has switched to autopilot and my cock is flying this plane now.
My reaction seems to set Emery off because he’s frantic now. Tugging on me, pulling my hair, and rocking his mostly naked body against me. We’re just a mess of sweaty skin and tangled limbs and he’s getting louder and louder, and I worry our parents will hear.
“Em, quiet,” I manage to say through my panting, and he bites down on my neck.
“It’s so fucking hard to stay quiet when I’m withyou,” he whispers, and then he buries his face into my neck as he dry humps me into oblivion.
He bites my shoulder again and comes against me with a groan and I follow soon after. When we’re both spent and breathless––our release spilled out all over us, our underwear, and the sheets––he crawls on top of me. I tuck the blankets around us both and he sighs contentedly.
“August,” he says on a yawn. “I’m so damn tired. Wake me if I have a bad dream.”
And I press the palms of my hands against his back and hold him to me.
“Yeah, Em. I will.”
* * *
A knock on the bedroom door has me jolting up from a deep sleep. Emery lies on his stomach next to me, his shaggy hair falling over his forehead. He blinks his eyes open at the noise, and they slowly focus on me. Last night comes back in vivid colors.
The way he’d cried out in the middle of the night. How I’d coaxed him awake. How Emery trembled in my arms as I held him, my finger pressed against his pulse, monitoring his heart rate. And when it had slowed enough, he’d stretched himself out on top of me again. He hungrily nibbled across my mouth, just eating me languidly until he finally pulled away and rested his cheek against my heart.
“August?” my mom’s voice says from the other side of the door. She sounds worried.
“Yeah?” I call out, my eyes shifting to the lock on the door. The little button is pushed in, and I relax.
“Sorry to wake you, but have you seen Emery?” she asks.
Brown eyes blink up at me, and I can’t fucking help it. I reach over and tuck a wayward strand of hair behind Emery’s ear. His eyes become hooded as soon as my skin connects with his, and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. My chest constricts, and I feel myself hardening at the sight.
Fuck.
You’d think I’d get tired of this, but nope. I’m ready to go again.
“No, I haven’t,” I reply, brushing my thumb across his jaw and cupping his face in my hand. He just leans into the touch.