Chapter 50
Chapter Fifty
Adam
“I fucking knew it,” Dominic says so loudly it gains the attention of a few nearby tables.
“Do you have to be so loud?” Emmet hisses, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Do you know him at all?” Mikah asks.
“Yeah, unfortunately, I do.” Emmet sighs.
“If you knew it, I don’t know why you’re so surprised,” I say to Dominic.
Dom narrows his eyes. “I’m not surprised. I’m just happy that I’m right.”
“Whatever,” Emmet says. “Are you going to drink that?” He points to the glass of water in front of Dominic.
“Did he fuck all the hydration out of you?” Dom picks up the glass to give Emmet. “Because you’re totally a bottom.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Emmet mutters. “I already regret telling you.”
I laugh, taking a sip of my water.
“You know, all these years you could have been making money with me,” Dominic tsks.
“I’m your brother,” Emmet argues.
“Yeah, and your husband is sitting right here,” Mikah says, gesturing to himself.
“I’m just saying.” Dom throws his hands up in defeat. “Step-brothers sells hardcore.”
The waitress comes over to take our order and bring us more water. It’s humid as hell today, and the AC in this place doesn’t work great. Though, maybe it’s just from drinking so much last night. And maybe we did fuck the hydration out of ourselves, who knows?
“Seriously, though, you had me convinced that you were straight for a while,” Dominic says, pointing at Emmet.
“Can we change the subject? When do you head back home?” Emmet says.
Mikah shrugs. “Whenever we want.”
“So you’re staying here until further notice?” I ask.
“Come on, guys,” Dominic tries. “Stop being party poopers.”
“Yeah, basically. Not sure where we’ll go after. That’s the convenient thing about being able to work anywhere,” Mikah explains.
“I’ve been going back and forth with putting people under my broker’s license. Seems like an easy way to make money,” I say.
“Oh? You’re a realtor?” Mikah says.
“Yep. Pretty boring compared to what you do.”
“Convenient, though. My house is up now, but Dom will be selling his, so we can move into something different.”
“I don’t have a license in California anymore, but I can get you in touch with some awesome people I worked with for years.” I give Dom a hard stare. “And I don’t want to work with him anyway.”
Emmet chuckles, while Mikah gives a curious look.
“Not talking about that,” Dominic says.
“Oh, so it’s okay for you to deny conversations, but not me?” Emmet asks.
“Obviously,” Dom says, tossing a packet of sugar at Emmet. He growls and throws it back, hitting him in the forehead.
Mikah sighs and gives me his attention. “Your help would be great, thank you.”
Emmet and Dominic keep bickering and throwing things at each other, though Mikah and I try to get them to stop. Eventually we give up and let them do their thing, until Dominic opens his mouth and says something ridiculous.
“So when are you getting married?”
I roll my eyes and ignore him.
So does everyone else.
I shove Emmet against the wall. His body hits it with a thud, a groan leaving his mouth.
“Turn around.”
He turns to face the wall, and I shove his shorts down beneath his ass and run my hand over his soft skin, back and forth until goosebumps pop up across his skin. I rest my hand on the wall, beside his head, while dragging a finger along his crease but not pressing inside.
Emmet is panting, chest heaving as I drag my fingers along his body, through each dip and curve of muscle.
“You make me want to take up sculpting,” I say.
“What’s the point? I’m right here. You can look at me whenever you want.”
I kiss his shoulder. “Good point.”
I move behind him, shoving his shorts down the rest of the way and dropping to my knees in the process. I spread him wide and drag my tongue along his hole, moaning.
“Fuck, Adam!”
He tenses, pulling away before coming back and wiggling his ass in my face.
I lick him again, one long swipe of my tongue.
He shivers, a soft moan spilling from his lips.
I continue teasing him with long drags of my tongue, slipping it inside once or twice before going back to licking him and sucking on his balls.
“Please, Adam. I need more. I need you.”
I get to my feet and get close to his ear. “Beg. More.”
“Fuck,” he whines, dropping his forehead to the wall. “Please, baby. I need you to fuck me. I need to come.”
My fingers graze across his skin as I kiss along his shoulder until I reach his neck. I drag my tongue up to his ear and nibble on the lobe.
“More.”
“Adam,” he growls, clawing at the wall. “Please. Please fuck me. Please. I don’t know how to beg more. Just please.”
I chuckle, kissing his jaw. “Good job, baby.”
I move across the room to get the lube, and I hear him breathing heavily all the way over here. He’s shaking with need when I get back, so I make quick work of getting my dick lubed before sliding inside him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, pressing into me. “Just do it. I need you inside me.”
He takes me in greedily, clamping my dick and moaning a relieved sound that has my stomach fluttering. I rock into him, and reach around to grab his dick.
“Oh, yes,” he says.
But I laugh. “No, this isn’t me getting you off.”
I press his cock to his stomach, holding it there so it doesn’t bounce while I fuck him.
“Come on,” he whines. “Fuck, Adam.”
I fuck him slow and hard, hitting his prostate and driving him wild. I feel his precum leaking from the head of his cock and onto my hand. I’m tempted to stroke him, but I don’t want him coming until I do, and I know how close he is.
He’s rock hard and hot in my hand, so thick and needy.
“Almost. I’m almost there,” I tell him.
Emmet whimpers in response, and I shift my feet to fuck him deeper, moving a little faster.
His hole squeezes my cock perfectly, so warm and tight and perfect.
And it’s mine, all mine. Always has been.
That thought has me nearly feral, knowing that no one else has been in here but me. Ever. Not a single person but me.
He really is all mine.
When I’m nearly there, I wrap my hand around his dick and stroke him slowly, squeezing the head. He shakes more, moving his hips to fuck into my fist while also riding my cock at the same time.
“Fuck, Adam, I’m going to come!”
I jerk him faster, feeling him throb with his release. I come too, filling his ass.
We’re both panting and covered in sweat, and I take a moment to get myself together before pulling out of him. I step back, watching my cum drip from his hole and down his thighs.
“So fucking beautiful,” I say.
He steps back, eyes on the wall. I can’t help but laugh, when I see the mess he’s made there. His cum drips down the wall all the way to the floor.
I go into the bathroom to clean up and get a towel for him. I wipe his cock, then his ass, then the wall.
“You think a lot of people come on that wall?” I ask as I toss the towel into the bathroom.
Emmet chuckles. “Maybe. It’s a good-sized wall.”
It really is, though. Perfect width to fuck against.
“Come on. Let’s get to sleep.”
Tomorrow we head home to start our life together.