Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
Adam
“Bend over for me. On all fours.” I gesture toward the bed.
Emmet obeys without question, already naked, cock weeping for attention.
He bends over, his ass high in the air, and he looks at me over his shoulder.
“You’re so hot, Emmet.” I walk to him, brushing my hand over the curve of his ass before dragging a finger through his crease. His hole puckers when I slide by it. “Spread yourself open for me.”
He rests forward on his chest and shoulders, then brings his hands back to open himself wide. I don’t hesitate to swipe my tongue over his hole. He moans, body shifting against my mouth because he wants more. I give it to him. I do it again, and again, and again.
“Oh, fuck, Adam…” he whines and whimpers, grinding against my face, begging for more. I eat his hole, suck on his balls, and nip at the flesh of his ass.
“Tell me you missed my tongue,” I growl. “Say it.”
“I did. So much. I thought about it all the fucking time.”
“Did you get off to it?” I ask, nipping at his right cheek before smacking his ass.
“Yes!”
I bring my mouth back to his hole, fucking him with my tongue before sliding down and lapping at his balls again. He loves when I do that, and his sharp pants of breath fuel me to keep going.
“Oh my god,” he moans. “That feels so good. Fuck, how does that feel so good?”
I hold back my laugh as I continue using my mouth on him, sliding up to his hole before going back down again.
“Turn around to face me,” I say, giving his ass a tight squeeze with both hands.
He gets on all fours again, and does as I say.
I take his face between my hands to guide him toward my dick.
He opens wide, sticking his tongue out, waiting.
I hold him in place while I slowly fuck his mouth, going as far back as his body will allow.
Drool drips from his mouth, down his chin, landing on the bed.
He moans as I use him, watery eyes on me the entire time.
He doesn’t complain. In fact, his eyes beg for more.
“You like pleasing me?” He nods. “You do it so well.” I pull the band from his hair, letting it fall around his face before spearing my fingers through it and grasping onto it, still fucking his face.
I don’t want to come like this, I just want to see him taking my cock.
I miss this view. “You’re going to let me fuck you, right?
” He nods again, eagerly. “Good, because I’m going to fill your ass with my cum.
Then I’m going to suck it out and feed it to you. ”
He groans deeply, eyes falling closed. I step back, letting go of him. “Turn around again. Give me your hole.”
He does as I say, and I spread lube on my fingers before slipping two inside.
“Oh god,” he groans.
I push in and out, stretching him before lubing up my cock and sliding inside.
“You couldn’t feel more perfect,” I say softly, running my hand along his thigh. “Don’t come yet.”
I start moving, fucking him hard but slow.
It’s difficult not to give in right away and fill him with my release, because I love teasing him and being inside him, but I want to get to the end.
Not only the pleasure of coming, but feeding him my cum and watching him come next.
That’s my favorite part. Seeing him let go, give in, it’s so sexy.
“Adam,” Emmet moans. “Go harder.”
“Harder?” I question.
“Yes, please. Harder.”
I do as he requests, slamming into him and somehow going deeper.
“Fuck, yes. Like that. Just like that.”
He’s louder now, moaning and whimpering.
“You’re going to make me come,” I warn.
“Give it to me, Adam. I want it.”
“Fuck!” The orgasm hits me, and I spill inside him, my dick throbbing hard.
I take a moment to breathe, softening before pulling out and watching the thick cum drip from his hole.
I lean down to lick it up, sucking up as much as I can before tapping his hip.
He rolls onto his back, and I crawl over him.
I squeeze his cheeks together, and he opens his mouth.
I hover above, and spit it into his mouth.
“Don’t swallow yet,” I tell him, hand still holding his face. I stare down at my cum puddled in his mouth, the thick cream on his tongue. I slide two fingers inside, moving it all around, making sure it’s everywhere before letting him go. “Swallow.”
His mouth closes, and I watch his throat as he does as I say. I lean down to kiss him, unsure how this is even real.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you, too,” he says back, then I move down his body and suck his cock until he’s coming in my mouth.
We wake in the morning and go right to the shower. Emmet washes us both, we get out, and he makes breakfast while I change the sheets—again. I think I need more sets.
“Have you thought of buying a house out here?” he asks when I step into the kitchen.
“Yeah, I’ve thought about it. I was waiting for Leslie to decide if she was staying here.”
He pauses, turning to face me, a concerned look on his face. I know I’d mentioned this already, but maybe he forgot.
“She’s staying here now, but for a while she was unsure if she was going back to California.”
“How sure?”
“Very sure,” I say with a nod. “It’s why I sold my house out there.”
Emmet finishes breakfast and brings it to the table. We eat our omelets and drink coffee in silence. I do the dishes when we’re done.
“Do you want to come to the bar with me today?” Emmet asks.
“What time are you going?”
He shrugs. “Few hours maybe. I need to go home and change.”
I put my arms around his waist. “You could keep clothes here, you know.”
“I’d like that. But also, we could go to my place more. I have video games.”
I laugh, leaning in to kiss him. “Good point.”
We find a movie to watch and cuddle on the couch before we head to his house.
While he changes, I walk around, noting nothing has changed.
There is no more furniture here, nothing hanging on the walls.
It doesn’t look like a home, it just looks like a place he’s staying—like a place he doesn’t plan on living in for a long time.
It gives me a weird feeling that I can’t quite explain.
“You ready?” he asks when he’s finished.
I nod and we leave.
I help him go through paperwork and look over his plan for the bar, giving him my opinion on different things like upgrades and the event schedule.
When there is nothing I can help him with, I sit and listen to videos I need for my classes.
All this feels so natural, yet there is a dark cloud looming over my head that I can’t get rid of.
Emmet and I have always been safe in our bubble, and as much as I want to let everyone know what’s going on between us, that he’s mine and I’m his, it makes me sick thinking about it. And each day it gets worse rather than better—or easier.
All I can picture are the disgusted looks on people’s faces, and I shouldn’t let that bother me, but it’s not so easy. I wish it were easy.
What if Leslie freaks out? What if she doesn’t let me see the kids anymore? Sure, I could go to court, but that takes forever.
I should have done that already.
I glance up from my phone, flicking my eyes toward Emmet, who is in deep thought, staring at his computer screen. His brow is furrowed, lips pursed. This bar has all his attention and focus. Well, most of it because I still feel like his number one priority.
Does he know he’ll never be mine? I mean, he will be a priority, but my kids… my kids have to come first. He must know that, right?
He came here for me, so he must have weighed the pros and cons.
He’s always been everything I need and want, and I messed that up years ago, over the same thing that’s bothering me now.
I have been given another chance, and I can’t screw it up.
I don’t want to screw it up. I know what I want, I just need to be brave enough to take it. Brave like him.
Since we’ve been apart, life hasn’t been easy, but in the few weeks we’ve been together, everything has come together. Everything is easier and more enjoyable. Just like it was all those years ago, when he was by my side.
I want this with him. I really, truly do.
I want to be with him, and I don’t want to be afraid to tell anyone about it either.
I wish I could get over this fear, and I wish I knew where it came from at all—this need to be accepted, the need to please people who don’t matter.
I know that’s my issue. Now, if only I could get it to stop, everything would be perfect.