Page 61 of Emmett
“It doesn’t bother me,” he says almost defensively, leaning closer to me. “I don’t need friends.”
“Everyone needs friends, Nash,” I tell him as my hand raises to his jaw, my thumb tracing over the sharp angle of it. “You let me in, you can let someone else in, too.”
“Lettingyouin was an accident, pretty boy,” he chuckles. He plucks the nearly-empty glass from my hand, reaching forward to set the pair of them onto the nightstand next to us. “Hand me my phone,” he orders as he pulls open one of the nightstand’s drawers, digging through it.
I step toward his massive carved wood dresser – stained white, of course – and I grab the cell phone sitting on top of it, bringing it back to Nash on his bed. He swipes the screen open and taps a few times on the smooth glass screen, opening an app that looks like it could either be for tracking a workout or for recording music.
After tapping a few more times on the screen, he pulls his hand from the nightstand drawer, bringing with it a sleek black bulb, coated in a generous layer of lubricant. “Is that a—”
“So much better than that,” he purrs, turning the smooth silicone over in his hand. “Thiswill change your life.”
Nash climbs forward toward the edge of the bed, lifting himself to press his lips to mine, and I smile against his kiss. My hand wraps around the base of his neck, squeezing just beneath his still-damp hair as I feed him my tongue. He pulls me closer until our bodies press firmly together and I can feel every ounce of heat rolling off of his skin, and my cock hardens in response.
His hands work to pull away my boxer briefs and he moves behind me, using the toy to tease my entrance before slipping it deep inside of me, stopping at the base. A moan forces its way from my lips as he does, my head dropping forward to rest on his shoulder, and my cock swells as the plug settles against my most sensitive spot.
Nash’s finger hooks below my chin, pulling my face to look at him. “You never thought that you would like to have your ass played with so much, did you?”
“No,” I breathe with a shake of my head, earning a satisfied smirk from him in response.
His mouth takes mine again as he strips away his own clothing and frees his cock, slick and begging to be touched. My hand wraps around his shaft and I stroke him while I slip my tongue into his mouth, earning a whimper from him. At the sound, a gentle buzzing stirs from inside of me, and my body tenses with a startled grunt which results in a slightly stronger vibration.
“It’s programmed to respond to moaning,” Nash breathes, a feline grin spreading across his face.
“You’re evil, menace” I chuckle.
Nash brings his hand to the back of my neck, guiding me to settle in front of him, my legs resting on either side of him.Stroking his cock, I bring my mouth to meet his. His tongue slips past my lips, swirling over my own as his hand wraps around my shaft. I groan at the contact, bringing the toy inside of me to life with a rumbling vibration that makes my breath catch.
“So fucking sensitive,” Nash teases, smiling against my mouth. “Just look at how that pretty cock drips for me.”
“Prick,” I breathe.
Nash tightens his grip on my dick, adding pressure to the friction, and my head falls backward while I try to keep a steady grip on him. A moan slips out of me, sending another vibration deep inside of me that forces a whimper. The toy responds with a gentle buzzing, and I bite my lower lip to keep from making anymore noise.
Nash reaches behind him with his free hand, a feline grin crossing his features once more. “It has anON/OFFswitch, too.”
With that, the toy comes to life, the vibration pulsing in even beats. Nash’s hand pumps in time with the vibration and I buckle with a whimper. I bring my free hand to my face, breathing hard as electric heat fires up and down my spine, exploding through every nerve ending in my skin.
“I won’t last.”
“Yes you will,” he tells me, “because you aren’t allowed to come yet.”
“Ohhh, fuck you,” I whine.
His mouth meets my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers, “You can’t come until after I do. So you’d better focus.”
God damnit.
I pull every ounce of focus that I can, past the pleasure shooting through me from all angles, to work my hand againsthis shaft, earning a grunt in response. His lips meet mine, distracting me for a whole half second before the vibration inside of me becomes my main focus and my grip on him tightens.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to picture anything but this moment; anything that will keep me from coming, but I come up blank. Nash shifts just a bit, and as he returns, the vibration gets stronger. My eyes roll back in my head as everything in my body lights up, the pressure in my balls bordering on unbearable.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” I whimper as my free hand clamps down hard onto the back of his neck, my forehead pressed against his.
“Not yet,” Nash pants. “Hold it back.”
My strokes become uneven as I pull all of my effort into not coming. It doesn’t seem to phase him; his breathing picks up, a moan escaping him before he meets me in a bruising one-sided kiss.
“Ineedto come,” I gasp, hardly able to speak. “Nash.”