Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Mason
It took me another week to get up the nerve to talk to Emery, but finally, I gathered the courage one night while we were watching TV. "So…"
Emery looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Yeah?"
I let out a nervous little laugh. After another second’s hesitation, I launched in. "This has been really cool, you know?"
He frowned and narrowed his eyes. "What are you saying? Are you breaking up with me?"
"What? No, not at all." My heart raced and I exhaled sharply. "I’m trying to say… shit, I’m no good with this kind of thing. I’m just saying I really like what we’ve got going, and if this is all you want, I’m totally happy with it."
"Okay…"
My cheeks burned, embarrassment and uncertainty flooding me. I had no idea how to ask for what I wanted, and I was terrified he’d say he didn’t want to—which would lead to more embarrassment. "I want us to have sex," I blurted finally.
He chuckled softly and looked away, his cheeks and throat turning pink. "I’d like that, too."
"Not that what we’ve been doing isn’t sex," I rushed on. "It’s just, I’m curious about going further."
Emery took my hand and squeezed it gently. "Mase, it’s fine. I know what you’re saying. And I feel the same."
I let out a relieved breath and nodded. "Okay, well I guess that’s settled."
He raised an eyebrow. "When did you want to start?
" His voice was low and sultry, sending heat rushing to my cock.
Instead of waiting for an answer, Emery pulled me in for a kiss, slow and deep, curling his fingers in my hair.
When I groaned, he tightened his grip, tugging at the short strands and ripping a curse out of me.
"Shit, Em."
"You didn’t answer my question." He grinned wickedly.
"Now would be good."
"Guess I’ll meet you in your bedroom, then." He stood, offering a hand to help me up before sauntering down the hallway to my bedroom. I stood, stock-still, watching his ass as he walked. When he reached the door, he turned to look over his shoulder at me. "Coming?"
"Jesus, not yet," I said, hurrying to him.
I took his face in my hands and kissed him, capturing his mouth with mine, plunging my tongue in to slide against his.
Emery groaned, low and deep, an approving rumble in his chest. I backed him up until his legs hit the bed.
Giving him a little, teasing smile, I broke the kiss and shoved him onto the blankets.
Emery scrambled backward to the bed and began stripping off his clothes, while I followed his lead and tossed mine to the floor as well.
Soon enough, we were in bed together, kissing desperately, as if we couldn’t get close enough to each other, even naked, Emery’s hands on my ass, pulling my hips against his.
With every breath, he thrust his cock against me, arching his back and slowly grinding against my body.
I let out soft groans with his every thrust, aching for more.
The longer we kissed, the more desperate I became.
I wanted to touch him, to have him touch me.
I wanted everything. We kissed for a long time, Emery in no rush to move things along, and I followed his lead, despite the fever building under my skin.
I eased my hand between us, but Emery chuckled, breaking the kiss and pushing my hand away.
"Not yet."
I simply groaned reluctantly and pulled my hand back. "Do you want to… I mean…" My laugh was self-conscious, nerves bleeding through. "How do you want to do this? Have you thought about it?"
"I think about it practically every minute of every day. It’s always different."
Another groan tore from my throat. Thinking about him imagining this and all the ways we could give ourselves to each other was almost too much.
"What do you want, Mase? I’ll do anything. Just say the word."
"Fuck me," I murmured against his waiting mouth. "I want you to fuck me. Want to feel you."
"Are you sure you're ready for that?"
I grunted and guided one of his hands to my hip. "Been practicing. Nearly every day in the shower. I'm ready."
"Fuck, Mase."
I grinned. "That's the idea."
He shoved me onto my back and swung a leg over me, straddling my hips.
His leaking cock pressed between us as he dipped down and kissed along my throat and collar bones.
Emery continued to work his way south, pressing kisses along my skin the whole way, sometimes scraping his teeth against a sensitive spot before continuing.
He teased my nipples in his mouth, one at a time, making me squirm and groan and beg.
By the time he'd reached my hip bones with his mouth, I was a panting, pleading mess, desperate for more.
Long, sticky strands of precum clung to my cock and along my belly, the crown flushed a deep red, swollen and needy.
"Do you have lube? Condoms?"
I nodded, gesturing to my dresser, practically nonverbal with desire. After a few moments, I found my voice. "Do we have to use condoms?"
Emery froze for a moment, the question clearly catching him off guard. "I mean, I don't know. Not if you don't want to, I guess."
"I will if you do, but my last test was negative, so if yours was, we could skip them." It felt strange to be having the conversation then, in the heat of the moment, but it was clearly necessary.
"It was," he confirmed quietly, his voice thick with lust.
"Then just… fuck me?" I lifted my hips pointedly, eager and aching to feel him inside of me, just Emery, nothing between us.
"Yeah. Okay, yeah." he scrambled up to retrieve the lube from my dresser before returning to me, settling between my legs. "I've been studying, " he said with a little laugh before clicking open the bottle and slicking up his fingers. "Ready?"
I nodded eagerly and a moment later, he was pressing at my hole with one firm fingertip.
I sighed in relief and relaxed my body as well as I could, letting him enter me.
The sensation was new, not unfamiliar, but somehow different from practicing on my own.
Gently, he pushed into me, easing in until I exhaled and nodded again. "More."
Emery wasted no time, sliding a second inside me the moment I gave the go-ahead.
I'd taught myself to take two or three of my own fingers but having him in control felt worlds different.
I was vulnerable, not a sensation I was used to feeling.
When he pushed a third finger into me, my mind focused again, sharp clarity punching into me as he found my prostate.
I moaned loudly and fisted the sheets in my hands in an effort to hold still.
Precum pulsed from my crown and Emery dipped forward to taste it.
I nearly lost control at the sensation, my hips rocking up over and over.
Emery just chuckled darkly and eased his fingers from me.
"I think you're ready," he murmured.
An aching desire simmered under my skin, underscored by a wash of anxiety, laden with questions and fears.
I knew Emery would do his best to make it feel good, and would stop without hesitation if I asked, so instead of letting the fear take hold, I took a breath and focused on my partner. "I’m ready," I agreed.
Em kneeled between my legs and took his thick cock in his hand, lubing it up. When he was ready, he checked with me again. "Okay?"
"Please," I said, my voice hoarse.
With that, he pressed his cock to my hole and eased inside.
He was thicker than I'd been expecting, and the sensation of stretching, hot and sharp, surprised me.
I let out a little startled gasp and he stopped, but didn't pull out, just waited for my cue.
I took a slow breath and took my own cock in hand, giving it a few tentative strokes.
The warring sensations lit me up, made me want him to keep going. "More."
Emery did as I'd asked and pushed deeper into me, slowly, carefully, as if he was worried I’d break.
When he bottomed out, his pelvis flat against the curve of my ass, he groaned and rocked his upper body forward, shifting inside me as he pressed his palms to the bed on either side of me.
He dipped down and pressed a hot, wet kiss to my mouth and as we kissed, he moved partially out and thrust back into me.
A needy whimper escaped my throat and my hands moved to grip his back.
Slowly, he began to thrust into me over and again, hitting my prostate with each stroke and sending heat licking up my spine and stars dancing behind my eyes.
"Mase," Emery said, voice strangled and tight. "I need to…" He sounded on the verge of shattering.
"Do it."
Emery nodded and pulled back before thrusting in again and again, taking me apart piece by piece as he worked himself closer.
Soon, he was fucking into me hard, pleasure racking my body with each push.
I dropped my hands to the sheets again, gripping tightly, hanging on for dear life.
We watched each other, gazes locked as he drove his cock into me, as I took him deep in my own body.
The intense sensations were driving me to the brink, good but not quite enough to push me over the edge.
I needed to be touched, needed friction on my cock to relieve the tension building inside of me.
I slid my hand into place and gripped my aching, leaking cock, pressing my thumb into the sensitive underside of the crown, drawing a low whine from my throat.
Emery rumbled a groan in return, nodding as I gave myself what I needed, murmuring encouragement. "Yeah, God, yes. Keep doing that. You're so fucking hot like this." His words spurred me on, and soon I was near the edge, ready to fall over the cliff.
"Em… l’m close. I can’t…"
He thrust into me, driving into my body relentlessly.
"Me too." He groaned again, and when he spoke, it was through gritted teeth.
"Me too." A few seconds later, his hips stuttered, his thrusting going irregular as he flooded my body with his release.
Emery dropped down to kiss me, his tongue pushing into my mouth and a groan following it.
He continued fucking me until his cock was soft and spent, before he pulled out.
I wasn't ready, and I whined in protest.
My hand worked my cock feverishly, the familiar tension of an orgasm building inside me, filling my senses until I was half-delirious with it.
Emery moved away from my mouth, easing his body low on mine, and slipped fingers into my slick, used hole, thrusting in time with my strokes.
I arched my back as I came, my vision going white as strand after hot, thick strand of cum pulsed out of me.
One of us gasped and swore, and I couldn’t be sure it wasn’t me.
As he hit my prostate over and over, my cock continued to throb and leak, and soon, my orgasm was subsiding.
When it had fully passed, Emery tenderly pulled his fingers from me and pressed a gentle kiss to my side. "Are you okay?"
I took a moment to do a full body scan. My ass ached, and I was covered in sticky, wet cum, but I was otherwise great, and I told him so. "Never better."
Em smirked and made his way up to kiss me again, tenderly, gently, as if I might break. His palm cupped my face sweetly, and I ached for more, craved it again already.
"That was fucking incredible," I murmured.
"Not as bad as you were expecting, then?"
I flipped him the bird. "Fuck off. I never thought it would be bad. I just didn't know what it would be like."
"And?"
"Exceeded all expectations."
He laughed and kissed me once more. "I’ll accept it."