Chapter Thirty-One
Emmet
I knew this would come up at some point, I just hadn’t expected him to put it together so quickly.
Though, he always was a smart guy. Maybe I underestimated him.
Or maybe I’m way more obvious than I thought.
Not necessarily a bad thing, because I’m not ashamed of how I feel, I just don’t want to scare him off.
“I’m sorry you walked all the way here for only one drink,” I say.
He smiles over at me, the streetlights making his blue eyes sparkle as he links his hand with mine. The gesture makes my heart soar.
“No need to be sorry, but if you feel so inclined, I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me.”
My voice comes out husky when I say, “Is that so??”
“Oh, it sure is.”
When we get up to his apartment, he closes and locks the door behind him. I’m shrugging off my jacket when he steps in front of me, his hands going right to the button of my jeans, flicking it open.
“We should talk,” he says, moving closer and pressing my back to the door. I toss my jacket on the floor. “About you, being here.”
“Yeah,” I say, sliding my hands around his waist and watching as his fingers work on my zipper, slowly dragging it open.
“Later,” he whispers, then kisses me. “I’m so hard for you right now.”
He grinds against my thigh, his hand sliding into my jeans, and I groan into his mouth.
“Please tell me we aren’t supposed to be waiting for something?” he says when he pulls back, sliding his hands up my stomach and shoving my shirt up to look at my abs.
“Like what?”
“We’ve done nothing but kiss since California.” His mouth goes to my neck, nipping at my skin.
“I thought you wanted to wait.” My head falls back to the door with a thud.
He pulls back, looking at me like I’m crazy. “I thought you wanted to wait.”
I stare at him for a minute, blinking like a deer in headlights. “I do not want to fucking wait,” I growl, getting my shirt off the rest of the way and flinging it away.
“Thank god,” he mutters before reaching for his own shirt.
We kiss frantically as we make our way through the apartment and into the bedroom, peeling off our clothes in the process. We’re both fully naked when we fall onto the bed, him on top of me, our cocks pressed together.
I can’t believe this is happening.
“I really want to fuck you,” he says against my lips, then finds my neck, sucking on my sensitive skin so hard I know it’ll leave a mark.
I welcome it.
I want everyone to know what we’ve been doing.
“So do it,” I say. “There’s nothing stopping you.”
He pauses, panting, his breath hot against my neck.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
Slowly, he lifts his head to meet my eyes.
“It’s been a while,” he says quietly.
I brush my fingers along his cheek. “Nothing has changed.”
“You have.”
“No,” I say with a soft shake of my head. “Nothing has changed, Adam. Nothing.” I lean up to kiss him, a soft press of our lips.
“I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing, Emmet. I haven’t been with someone in over two years, and I haven’t been with a man since…”
He trails off and I know what he’s going to say.
He hasn’t been with a man since me.
Well, neither have I.
I kiss him again, then say, “I get to be your first twice? What an honor.”
His smile is blindingly beautiful, and this time, he leans down to kiss me, the reservations he had over what we’re doing gone.
He grinds against me as we make out like teenagers, voracious for one another, unable to get enough. I swear I could come just like this, but I don’t want to. I really don’t want to. It’s bad enough I was quick in California. Tonight, I want it to last.
“Don’t you want to come inside me?” I ask.
“Fuck yes, I do,” he pants.
Adam pushes off me and digs around in his end table. He comes back with a bottle of lube and a condom.
“You have condoms?” I ask with a smirk.
His cheeks flush. “I was… hopeful.”
“Oh, so they’re new?”
Adam shakes his head. “You know they are.”
“I just like giving you a hard time, baby.” I slide my hand along his hip, loving how soft his skin is. He feels exactly the same as I remember.
Adam crawls between my legs, and I bend my knees. He tilts his head to get a better view as he runs his finger down the crease of my leg, over my balls, then down my taint.
“I’ve missed this,” he whispers.
“I’ve missed you touching me.”
His eyes flick to me, and there’s an unasked question lingering there.
“Ask me,” I say, knowing what he wants to ask. When he says nothing, I repeat it. “Ask me, Adam. I know you want to.”
“How many?”
“None,” I say firmly and quickly, already knowing how I would answer. The truth is easy to give, when it’s the truth.
He looks devastated, but I know that isn’t quite what he’s feeling. It’s so much more than that.
“How?” he asks, his voice breaking.
“It’s always been you and only you.”
“Fuck, Emmet.” He takes a deep breath, looking away from me. I sit up and pull him onto my lap.
“It’s only ever been you, and I am not ashamed of that.”
“It’s not shame I’m worried about. It’s—”
“No, don’t do that. Don’t feel like you have to apologize for the life you’ve lived. I’ve accepted that we didn’t work out then, but we’re here now. This is all that matters.”
His eyes turn red, filling with tears. When he blinks, one slips from his cheek and I wipe it away, then lean in to kiss the side of his perfect mouth.
“Just be with me now, Adam. Stop worrying about the past. Please. It doesn’t matter anymore. We’re here now. This is what I want.”
He sighs, then turns to me with a small smile. “I think I can do that.”
I kiss him, gently at first, but it turns heated within seconds. His hands are on my chest, pushing me down, and then he’s lubing his fingers up and sliding them inside me.
“You’re so tight,” he says. “You feel so good.”
“Missed this,” I breathe out, reaching down to grasp my cock so I don’t come.
“Tell me you’ll let me watch you,” he says.
“Fuck yes.”
“I miss that.” He pulls his fingers out, then goes in with another. I think he’s up to three now, slowly working his way in deeper to stretch me for his cock.
“Anything you want, Adam. You know that.”
I feel the loss when he pulls out of me, but he rolls the condom on and shifts closer. With one hand on my hip, he guides his cock toward my hole. He pushes forward, barely inside me before he pulls back.
“Fuck, I need a second,” he says quickly.
I slide my hand up this thigh. “I’ll wait forever for you.”
He blinks, his eyes coming to mine. He looks as if he’s thinking about something, but then he blinks and it’s gone and he’s pressing forward again. This time, he doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside me.
“This feels better than I remember,” he says, leaning over me so I feel his full weight.
I wrap my arms around him as he starts to move, and we kiss slowly as he rocks into me.
My dick is crushed between us, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
It’s my favorite way to get off with him.
Full of his cock, hands free, just his body making me explode.
“I missed you,” he whispers. “I missed you so much, and I didn’t even realize.”
I find his neck, kissing and licking his salty skin. “I missed you too.”
“I’m close,” he warns.
“Me too.”
“I don’t want this to end,” he says, his words ending on a moan.
I hold him a little tighter. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His breathing picks up, his body trembling.
“Come with me,” he pleads, his voice a breathy moan. “Come with me, Emmet.”
“I will—I am,” I say, rocking my hips against him.
We come together, moaning against each other’s lips, me making a mess between us.
When he sits up, his dick slides out of me, but it’s his glistening stomach that has my attention.
Adam drags a finger through it, gathering some on the tip of his finger, before holding it out to me.
I turn feral in that moment, gripping his wrist and sucking his finger clean with a growl.
Then I flip him onto his back and devour the rest that’s on his stomach.
I scoop what’s on me and smear it on him, needing more of a reason to keep licking his skin.
He moans the entire time, his hands in my hair, on my neck, scraping down my back, begging for me to keep going.
When I pull away, I take a deep breath, and realize his skin is red and the condom is still on his dick. That doesn’t make me calm down any. In fact, it only makes me more feral. I pull it off him and squeeze the contents onto his chest, then lick that up too.
“Holy fuck, that’s so hot,” Adam breathes out, his body flushed. He sits up, grabbing my jaw and shoving his tongue into my mouth.
We kiss for hours, naked and sweaty and full of saliva and cum, not able to get enough of each other. I’m not sure what makes us stop, but eventually we do, and we fall asleep.