Page 27 of Crossroads

TWENTY-SIX

“Yeah,” he answers me, looking a little dazed.

I want to be happy for him. I am happy for him. Sort of. But California? Could he have picked anywhere further away? Though he is a traveler, so I guess he could have.

My heart aches as I force a smile. “Congratulations. That’s what you wanted.”

He nods solemnly but doesn’t look all that happy, and I’m worried it’s because I’m not pulling off the whole happy for you thing enough.

“Hey,” I say, moving in to grip his face between my hands. “This is good. This is your dream. One step closer to traveling the world and being independent from your parents.”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice breaking. “But . . .”

I don’t let him say it. I know what that but is, and I can’t let him ruin his life for me. I’m just a simple guy in a small town, who was born here and will die here. Emerson is destined to do great things.

I press my lips against his, hard and sure because I’ve never been more sure about anything. About loving Emerson. About him being my person. And about the absolute fact that I have to let him go.

He doesn’t kiss me back at first, a quiet sob coming from between his lips, but he gives in to me slowly. His mouth exploring mine like it’s not something he’s ever done before, even though he has.

We both know each other’s bodies—every single inch. “You know, I feel like we had plans for tonight. Something about you being a little less greedy?” I say as lightly as I can, though the nerves start to kick up in my belly.

I want this though. I want him. Something to keep with me forever. This memory and so many others.

“We don’t have to tonight.”

“See, I knew you weren’t going to be able to give up my dick,” I joke, and he laughs—a real hearty laugh—accompanied by the most beautiful smile that nearly cracks my heart in half.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“As ridiculous as those shiny white tennis shoes you used to wear.”

He cackles again, and it’s beautiful. “Oh my God, get over it.”

“Not a chance,” I say, tackling him to the bed and kissing him hard, my mouth brushing over his soft lips and then down his chin to his neck. We rid ourselves of our clothes, rolling around on the bed, both fighting for control and laughing and moaning as we go.

There’s a deep need to find our pleasure, but there’s also no rush. “You know,” he says as he lies between my thighs, his hand stroking my hard dick as he teases it with his tongue. “I’m thinking there’s a way we both get our way.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, my voice a little breathless because his tongue is driving me insane, flicking over the head of my cock, dragging through the slit as he moans at the taste of me.

“Yeah.” He strokes me, his eyes wicked as he glances up at me. “I think I should definitely fuck you.” I shiver at that, and this time, it’s not nerves, it’s purely excitement.

“You should,” I agree.

“But I think if you hold off on coming when I’m inside you.” He strokes to the head of my cock, twisting when he reaches it, and then slides back down to the base, making my legs shake with the need to come. “I’ll let you fuck me and come so far inside me, I’ll feel you for days.”

“Oh, holy shit,” I say, reaching for my dick, knocking his hand away and gripping the base to hold off the orgasm that’s threatening. “Get on with it then.”

His laugh is pure evil. “No rushing me.” He plants my feet on the bed and then his stare is right there on my entrance. I wiggle a little bit, not exactly thrilled at his view. But he is, that’s for sure.

“So pretty,” he says, leaning forward, I guess to get a better look. I’m about to tell him to get on with it again when I feel the hot, wet stripe of his tongue brush over my hole, and I nearly jolt off the bed.

“Holy. Fuck.”

“Yeah?” He looks quite pleased with himself as he holds onto my knees and does it again.

His wicked glint teases me as he looks up at me, licking me open slowly.

Taking his time before his eyes close, and he writhes against the bed, moaning against my puckered hole like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

There’s no way.

But he does seem to be enjoying himself as he probes my entrance with his tongue. He gets me nice and wet, pushing his spit into me before he grabs the lube and slicks his fingers, replacing his tongue with one.

“Yes,” I gasp, my hands gripping the comforter and my back bowing up off the bed.

I’m soft from his tongue, so it doesn’t take long before he’s adding more lube and another finger. And then another. When he strokes over my prostate, I cry out loudly, cum shooting from my dick without any warning at all.

I can’t even be bothered by the fact that I came without him even getting his dick inside me, the pleasure rolling through me as my cum spurts over and over while Emerson milks me like an expert.

“Holy shit,” I breathe when he climbs up over me and kisses me hard. “I failed your little test,” I say against his lips but not sorry.

“Nah,” he says easily, his hand moving down to my wet dick that’s still semi-hard, despite coming a moment ago. He scoops up some of my cum and strokes me with it. “We’re just getting started.”

I nod my head and kiss him hard, my body already starting to respond again. I want to give him the same treatment he gave me, so I flip him quickly on his back and kiss my way down his body.

I don’t think about how soon I won’t be able to do this. For the moment, I just shut my brain down and kiss my way over his stomach and down his thighs. I part his legs and stroke his cock. Kissing down to his balls, which are heavy with need.

My cock is fully back now, sucking his balls into my mouth and listening to his cries of pleasure. When I reach his hole, I don’t waste any time overthinking. I just go in for the kill. Kissing him the same way he kissed me.

His fingers thread through my hair as he thrusts against my mouth, babbling incoherently, and I love every second of it.

“Stop, Jasper,” he gasps. “I’m too close. Want inside of you.”

I pull my mouth away from him but grab the lube. Slicking up my fingers, I push two inside him. He takes them easily, gasping and panting.

“Too much. I’m good. I need you. Just fuck me instead.”

I laugh at that and shake my head, climbing up his body. “Nope. That wasn’t the deal.”

He huffs then, and it’s fucking cute. “Then let me inside already because I’m dying to have you fill me up.”

Okay then. I nervously lift up, guiding his cock to my hole, my whole body going tense, and Emerson notices.

“Don’t do that,” he says, leaning up to steal my lips in a sweet kiss that I quickly get lost in. I flip him so he’s on top of me and kiss him hard.

“Make me yours,” I breathe.

He looks down at me, resting between my parted legs and drags his hand over my cheek. “Oh, Jasper, don’t you know?” My eyes flick up to his in question. “You’re already mine.”

I turn my head and kiss his palm. “Show me.”

With a determined nod, he positions his cock at my hole and pushes into me slowly. It burns at first, but it doesn’t take long before it just feels nearly unbearably good. His careful strokes into me are as elegant as a choreographed dance, hitting exactly where I need him, over and over.

But I do everything I can to keep from coming. “Hurry. Please. Feels too good,” I say, unsure if I’m going to be able to make it. The way he’s hitting my prostate, his beautiful form above me. The look of ecstasy on his face as he moves inside me. It’s all too much.

But then I watch as all his muscles pull tight, and he comes deep inside me, sending a shudder through my entire body. I nearly lose it when I feel his warm cum filling me up, but I manage to hold off.

He pulls out of me and then climbs off, turning away from me and rolling onto his stomach before pushing up on all fours.

I can see his glistening hole waiting for me as I shakily get to my knees and into position behind him.

“Fuck me, Jasper. Hard.”

I grasp both of his hips and push inside him. It’s like coming home. He surrounds me in his tight heat and pushes back against me each time I thrust into him.

My balls are already tight and high, close to my body. Begging for my release. But I just hold onto his hips and lean forward, kissing along his spine, pushing into him and pulling back, not wanting to leave his body.

All too soon, I’m coming deep inside him, just like he promised. I stroke into him over and over, not wanting to leave long after my cock starts to soften, but he pulls me to him, both of us on our sides and in each other’s arms.

Neither of us say a word.

He kisses me softly, and it feels like goodbye.

We lie like that for a while until I almost drift off to sleep, ready to ignore the reality of what’s coming. But then I hear his soft voice. “You should come with me.”

My eyes snap open, and I’m fully awake now. Maybe I didn’t hear him right. There’s no way he’s asking me to go with him. Though . . . I think I would if he was. I’m quiet as I go over it in my head.

“I mean, just to drop me off. I’m driving there in my car, and I could pay for your flight back.”

Oh.

Back.

As in back here to Kensley without him.

“Uh . . .” I start, but he puts his finger over my lips, hushing me.

“Don’t answer yet. We have a little time. Just think about it, okay? We could stay in shitty motels on the way and bang each other’s brains out. You can look at the campus and make fun of my city-boy ass being stuck there for the next four years.”

My chest aches, and I wordlessly rub over my heart with a nod.

Not saying yes but not saying no either. Emerson looks satisfied with that and closes his eyes.

But I’m left restless.

I want to go with him, even if it is just to say goodbye and squeeze out a little more time with him.

But I wonder if it’ll just make it all that much harder to let him go.