Page 39 of Emmett

His hands grab onto either leg of my boxers and he yanks, pulling them down until they drop at my ankles. He strokes a finger from the slick tip of my cock to the base, following the line of my body until his hand is back at myjaw, and he presses a fierce kiss to my lips, swallowing the pained moan that I feed him.

“Get on your stomach,” he orders, and I obey him without question, climbing onto my bed.

I groan as he trails kisses from the small of my back to the space between my shoulder blades, and I feel him climb over top of me, hovering there. I turn my head to look over my shoulder so that I can watch him.

My heart races with anticipation as his hands find my ass and knead at my flesh; a feeling I never would have expected to actually enjoy, but it sends liquid heat coursing through me. He pushes my thigh to hike my leg up at my side, then draws a finger against his tongue before bringing it behind me and pressing against my entrance, drawing lazy circles, and I moan in response.

“Nash…”

His lips meet mine as his finger pushes inside, curling against me, and my eyes widen in response to the sudden pressure as a groan slips from my mouth into Nash’s. “No one’s been in here before, have they?” That finger moves and massages inside of me in a way so foreign that feels so goddamngood. I feel his body press against my back as he whispers into my ear, “Well I’m going to fuckinglivein here.”

He pulls himself back up and draws his hand away from me, cupping it as he spits into his palm, then he strokes his hand over his dick, using the saliva to wet it. A not-small part of me wants to back out; even if I can’t convince myselfanymore that I don’t want this.

“You’re even prettier when you’re scared, you know that?” He chuckles as he settles his cock behind me, teasing my entrance.

He uses his free hand to brush a stray hair from my face as he pushes inside of me, and my arms shoot out to snatch a pillow, bringing it toward me to cover my face while I whine. My body meets my mind in panic and forces me to jerk away from him, but he grips onto my waist to anchor me in place.

“You can take it,” he says. “You have to let me in if you want me to teach you.” The words are so reassuring and so out of character from the man I know that they catch me completely off guard.

All that I can offer him is a shaky nod as I pull in an equally shaky breath, blowing it out through pursed lips.

Nash’s hand settles at the base of my neck as he brings his cock in deeper, groaning with pleasure, and I pant against the burning as he stretches my hole enough to take all of him. He moves slowly out and back inside, and I can tell that he’s holding back, but he pulls the pillow away from my face and brings himself down on me to kiss me. I welcome his tongue as it dives into my mouth, and as much as I hate to admit it, I miss it when he pulls away.

“I know why you hate me so much,” he says as he drives his cock into me again.

“Because you’re...an asshole…?” I groan.

“You hate me because,” he sucks at my shoulder and thrusts his hips faster, “I am the thing that terrifies you the most about yourself.”

He leans back, pulling my hips up with him, and the friction of the sheets against my cock almost goddamn kills me.

“You don’t know...anything about me,” I argue.

He spits again, this time directly onto his shaft, and it brings me instant relief, soothing the burn wrapped around him. I find myself pushing back into him, forcing his cock tohit a spot inside of me that makes my eyes roll back into my head.

“I know you like me fucking this tight little hole,” he grunts, balling a fist into my hair. “And I know that you’ll let me do it again.”

I want to fight him – in fact, I try to, but the words won’t come out when I open my mouth. Instead, I let myself feel the fire pouring into me, shooting down my spine as he hits that spot deep inside of me, and my entire body tenses, fists balling the sheets beneath me with a loud gasp.

The pressure inside of me feels like a dam being pushed to its limit, cracking down the middle until I explode. Crying out, I clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound and I dip my head to watch as my cock pulses while I come. Nash, deep in his own orgasm, holds on tight to my waist while he comes, filling me with a sudden heat that takes me completely by surprise.

I just had sex with a man.

I had sex with a man, and I fuckinglovedit.

Collapsing onto the bed next to me, Nash stares at me for just a second before brushing another stray hair out of my eyes.

“Do you get it, yet?” He asks me, arching his brow.

Yeah. I get it.

SEVENTEEN

Nash

I’m not sure why I stayed.

Maybe it was because his eyes asked me to, maybe it was because I wanted to bask in his realization.