Page 39 of Someone to Call My Own

Then, as if he couldn’t bear to look at me any longer, Emory closed his eyes. Was he embarrassed by his need or his crass words? He had nothing to be ashamed of, and I refused to let him withdraw from me. There would be no pretending that it was his dead husband fucking him.

“Eyes on me, Emory, or go home.”

I gently squeezed his neck, but not enough to hurt him or cut off his air. Emory’s eyes flew open in shock. I eased the pressure and caressed his racing pulse on the right side of his neck with my thumb. I held up two fingers on my left hand to his mouth. Emory’s eyes widened when he realized what I wanted from him. If he wanted it rough, then he was going to own it. I expected him to back off and ask for lube, but instead he sucked my fingers into his mouth and worked them like he would a cock, coating them with saliva. I removed my fingers from Emory’s mouth, reached between his round ass cheeks, and fingered his ass again until he began grinding himself against me. I pulled out and slickened my cock with more spit before pressing it against his eager hole. Then I broke eye contact so I could watch the moment he became mine, even if he didn’t realize it yet.

I pushed in slowly and watched as his pucker greedily sucked the head of my cock into his vise-like grip. Emory cried out my name, and I jerked my gaze back up to his to be sure I wasn’t hurting him. All I saw was raw desire and need. I inched inside him ever-so-slowly, allowing Emory time to adjust to my size. My eyes darted back up to the mirror a few times to make sure he was still with me. Oh, he was with me all right and none too patient as I took my time penetrating him until my pelvis pressed flush against his round cheeks. I leaned over him and pressed my lips to his ear.

“This is just the beginning, Emory. I’m going to imprint myself on every sexy inch of your body.”

I glanced at his reflection again and saw how badly he fought his emotions. Panic is the word I would use to describe his wide-eyed expression. He even shook his head to argue at the same time he pushed back against my pelvis, urging me to fuck him. It was like denying you wanted chocolate as you devoured a huge piece of triple chocolate fudge cake. I ate my baby’s cake and icing and was already craving more.

My need to fuck was too strong to debate what was happening between the two of us. I stayed lowered over Emory’s back and pulled my hips until only the tip remained inside his tight ring. I snapped my hips forward hard and fast, driving him up on his tiptoes.

“Jon!”

“That’s right, baby. Yell my name.”

I pulled back and slammed forward again to hear my name roll off his beautiful lips once more. Out, in; out, in. I rocked back and forth until I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind from the pleasure. Emory’s ass hugged my cock tight, and nothing had ever felt as good. I couldn’t wait until there was nothing between us and I could fill his ass and truly mark him as mine. The thought caused my rhythm to falter because I had never wanted to have bare sex with anyone. Once the thought came, I couldn’t push it out of my mind. I immediately imagined sliding my finger in and out of his cum-slickened hole after I filled him, or jacking off on his tight pucker then pushing it inside him with my cock. I wanted to paint every part of him with my cum and rub it into his skin.

“Fuck you if you think I’m done with you after tonight, Emory,” I suddenly snarled as I gripped his hair.

In and out; in and out. I felt my balls draw tight against my body as that familiar tingle started in my spine then spread to my balls. I rose up behind Emory and grabbed his waist with both hands and began hammering his tight ass like I might never get another chance. His hot chute had a strangle hold on my cock, sensually massaging me until I thought I’d lose my fucking mind.

“Jon… oh p-p-lease, make me come. Please.” As if I could deny him.

“Stroke your cock, baby.”

Emory braced his weight with his left arm while he reached beneath him with his right. I pegged his prostate hard until his eyes rolled up in his head and he shot his load for the second time. His ass spasmed tightly during his climax, pulling me over the edge with him.

I grunted as I rutted inside Emory. “Mine,” I roared when I filled the condom. I lay over him as he rested and panted for breath against the table.

“Jesus,” Emory said.

I lifted his right hand and licked the remnants of cum left behind on his fingers and palm, loving the salty, tangy taste of him. Emory whimpered as he turned his head and watched me. “I’m not through with you yet.”

“Okay,” he drowsily conceded.

I eased up and out of him then helped him stand straight. Emory stumbled a bit, and I caught him before he could fall. “You want me to carry you to my bed?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, but he smiled like he thought the notion was charming.

I entwined my fingers with his, tugging gently for Emory to follow me toward the stairs. “It’s a good thing because my legs probably aren’t up to the task. Can you carry me?” I teased.

“Not even on a good day.”

“Those two orgasms don’t equal a good day? Wow, you’re a tough one to please.”

“Fishing for compliments, Jon?”

“Baby, I tasted how good it was for you.”

Emory blushed profusely over my gritty words, and I loved it. I planned to do a lot more dirty talking every chance I got. We stopped at the base of the steps, and Emory looked up at them in a panic. “You expect me to walk up two flights of steps afterthat?”

“I can ravish your ass on the steps if you prefer or we can fall into my comfortable bed.”

Emory took a fortifying breath and placed a foot on the bottom step. “Let’s give it a shot.”

“Which one?” Ihadgiven him two choices.