Page 41 of Emmett
I enjoy teasing him.
And he enjoys being teased.
I wrap my own hand around his cock, applying a gentle pressure, and I lean in close to growl into his ear, “Does the pretty boy want to get fucked? You have to tell me what you want.”
“I—” he hesitates. “Fine, yes, Christ.”
It’s not exactly the enthusiasm that I was hoping for, but I’ll take it.
I chuckle and meet his mouth with mine, running the palm of my hand across his tip as a reward. He buckles and pushes his hands through my hair before turning his body away from me. He keeps his eyes on me, watching over his shoulder as I settle behind him, firmly pressing a hand between his shoulder blades to angle him forward against the wall.
I push my cock inside of him and he tenses, grunting as I slowly fill him up. I give him a few careful thrusts and feel him relax, pushing himself back against me.
He feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick, I could stay here for the rest of my life.
My arm snakes around his middle while my hips work, and he bites back a moan, trying to keep himself quiet…the effort is kind of charming, really.
“I told you you would let me fuck you again,” I croon at him, my lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “And again, and again, and again...”
“Just shut up,” he orders through his teeth, and I bury my face in the crook of his neck to hide my laughter.
The embers of his fire coming home to him might just be my new favorite thing. It’s like a shiny new toy, and I want to see just how far I can take it.
Heavy pounding lands on the door of the bathroom, followed by Colt Fowler’s irritated voice. “Emmett!” He shouts, and his son freezes; forcing me to still, as well. “Let’s go!”
“I’m—” he clears his throat, “I’m in the shower!”
“You’ve been in there for half an hour! You’re clean! Let’sgo!”
“I just need another minute!” He hollers to his father, and I grab onto his hips, slowly pushing every inch of my dick inside of him with a deliberate thrust of my hips. He whimpers and shakes as I touch his most sensitive spot, throwing a glare over his shoulder. “Go on without me!”
Silence hangs on the other side of the door for several moments too long before his father finally yells back, “You had better be there in forty minutes! Not a second longer!”
“We can count to forty, pretty boy,” I tease quietly, thrusting deep inside of him with each number that I count. “One…two...three…”
“I will be!” He answers, his voice cracking as a moan breaks through. He mouths ‘I’m gonna kill you’ over his shoulder at me, and I offer him a playful smile in return.
We sit in silence for thirty seconds to make sure that we’re alone again before Fowler pushes his beautiful ass back against me and groans, “Hurry up, I’m fucking dying.”
You asked for what you want, so your wish is my command, pretty boy.
I drive into him over and over again, hitting his new favorite spot, and I watch as his body falters and his breath leaves him. A strained moan is the only sound that he’s able to make as his cock pulses, shooting jets of cum at the shower wall. I hold his hips tight to my body as I follow suit, biting my tongue until the copper taste of blood fills my mouth in an effort to keep his name from slipping past my lips.
•
“Remind me why you’re staying here?” I ask him, pulling a comb through my still-damp hair and shaping it as I go. “Didn’t you buy a house not that long ago?”
He bounces in place to pull his slacks over his legs and buttons them. “It’s complicated,” he tells me as he pulls the zipper shut. “Dad thought I should come home for a while.” I level a look at him, silently prying for more information. “I wasn’t doing well.”
“Wasn’t? Past tense?” I grab my Rolex off of the nightstand next to his bed and slide it over my wrist. “Why not go home then?”
“He’s keeping an eye on me, okay? Drop it.”
What?
Something tugs in my chest, and it fucking burns.
He grabs a shirt from his closet and hurries through the room while he slides his arms into the sleeves, clearly agitated by the conversation. Picking up my own pants from the floor, I follow him down the stairs and into the kitchen.