“Fuck no. No more discussions. I hate all of your discussions.”
I smile against his palm, and he rolls his eyes.
“Does my desperation humor you?”
I thrust my erection against his and he gasps. His hand slips from my mouth and I smash my lips to his, letting my tongue slide inside. He moans loudly and grabs onto my hair tightly.
“You’re so fucking cute,” I say when we come up for air.
“Not cute. I’m sexy. The sexiest.”
“Hm,” I grunt.
“Oh god, that sound. Do you have lube? I need lube,” he breathes against my mouth.
“Yeah,” I say, my mind conjuring up the last time we’d showered together. The things his tongue did to me. I feel my cock jump just remembering how that felt. I’d never had anything like that happen to me before; never thought I’d let anyone do that to me.
And yet there I was, bent over for him. His tongue inside of me.
“Oh, fuck,” he says. “Give it to me. I want it now,” he moans, thrusting his tongue back into my mouth. He’s frantic and we’re practically mauling each other as I stumble toward the cabinets and rummage blindly in a drawer, finally finding what I want.
“Will this work?” I ask and Emery eyes it.
“Fuck yes it will.”
He unwraps his legs from around my waist and then runs his hands down my chest. My breath comes out shakily as he uncaps the lube.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to fuck you yet, but I’ll make this so good for you. You trust me?”
I give him a clipped nod and he grabs onto my swollen cock over my pants, squeezing it lightly.
“Good. Get naked and get in the shower. Then bend over and show me that ass.”
I peel my clothes off and when I’m under the steamy spray, I bend over just like he wants me, and I hear a crash and muttered curse behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Emery slumped against the wall, trying to tear his pants off.
“Got a little too excited,” he explains, kicking his pants off. They land in the sink, but he doesn’t even notice. He just hops out of his boxers and then meets my gaze.
“Fuck, look at you. Have you been tested?” he asks grasping onto his straining dick.
“Yeah.”
“Negative?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, thank god. When we fuck, can we do it bare?”
I clench my hands into fists and let out a shaky breath. Because the thought of it, of him inside of me, is doing things to my heart.
“Yeah,” I whisper, and I swear there is no way he can hear me, but he must read my lips because he just lifts his chin and mutters incoherent words at the ceiling.
And then he moves in behind me, his hands slipping up my back and grasping onto my shoulders.
“God, you are a wet dream. So fucking perfect,” he says as he ruts against me.
“Have you ever fucked your ass?” he asks, his hands splaying across my bare hips as he rocks into me
My cheeks flush. “Yeah.”