Page 125 of As the Years Pass

“Not talking about that,” Dominic says.

“Oh, so it’s okay for you to deny conversations, but not me?” Emmet asks.

“Obviously,” Dom says, tossing a packet of sugar at Emmet. He growls and throws it back, hitting him in the forehead.

Mikah sighs and gives me his attention. “Your help would be great, thank you.”

Emmet and Dominic keep bickering and throwing things at each other, though Mikah and I try to get them to stop. Eventually we give up and let them do their thing, until Dominic opens his mouth and says something ridiculous.

“So when are you getting married?”

I roll my eyes and ignore him.

So does everyone else.

I shove Emmet against the wall. His body hits it with a thud, a groan leaving his mouth.

“Turn around.”

He turns to face the wall, and I shove his shorts down beneath his ass and run my hand over his soft skin, back and forth until goosebumps pop up across his skin. I rest my hand on the wall, beside his head, while dragging a finger along his crease but not pressing inside.

Emmet is panting, chest heaving as I drag my fingers along his body, through each dip and curve of muscle.

“You make me want to take up sculpting,” I say.

“What’s the point? I’m right here. You can look at me whenever you want.”

I kiss his shoulder. “Good point.”

I move behind him, shoving his shorts down the rest of the way and dropping to my knees in the process. I spread him wide and drag my tongue along his hole, moaning.

“Fuck, Adam!”

He tenses, pulling away before coming back and wiggling his ass in my face. I lick him again, one long swipe of my tongue. He shivers, a soft moan spilling from his lips. I continue teasing him with long drags of my tongue, slipping it inside once or twice before going back to licking him and sucking on his balls.

“Please, Adam. I need more. I need you.”

I get to my feet and get close to his ear. “Beg. More.”

“Fuck,” he whines, dropping his forehead to the wall. “Please, baby. I need you to fuck me. I need to come.”

My fingers graze across his skin as I kiss along his shoulder until I reach his neck. I drag my tongue up to his ear and nibble on the lobe.

“More.”

“Adam,” he growls, clawing at the wall. “Please. Please fuck me.Please. I don’t know how to beg more. Justplease.”

I chuckle, kissing his jaw. “Good job, baby.”

I move across the room to get the lube, and I hear him breathing heavily all the way over here. He’s shaking with need when I get back, so I make quick work of getting my dick lubed before sliding inside him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, pressing into me. “Just do it. I need you inside me.”

He takes me in greedily, clamping my dick and moaning a relieved sound that has my stomach fluttering. I rock into him, and reach around to grab his dick.

“Oh, yes,” he says.

But I laugh. “No, this isn’t me getting you off.”