Chapter 11 #2
When Emmett reached the couch and grabbed his hand to tug him up, he let himself be pulled. He needed the closeness as much as Emmett did after what had happened at his parents’. Erik had texted him a little while ago, saying he was sorry if Emmett had taken his words the wrong way.
Rooster had blocked him without responding or saying anything to Emmett.
As soon as he was standing, Emmett raised up onto his toes and found his mouth with his sweet, eager lips, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and holding on tight.
The neediness wasn’t surprising after the shit with his family and then their declarations of love and Rooster going a smidge overboard with presents.
His boy was overwhelmed and needed him.
And fuck if that didn’t make him hard in an instant.
Emmett whined a little when Rooster insisted on checking the doors and turning off the lights before going back to his bedroom, but he gently shushed him and kept their hands clasped together. As soon as they were inside, Emmett pulled free, though, and started tugging his clothes off.
He was nearly frantic as he ripped off his socks. “Need you, Daddy.”
“You have me,” Rooster reminded him, pulling off his own clothes at a slower pace. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Once they were free of clothes, Emmett climbed up onto the bed, sexy ass swaying in the air and making Rooster groan in appreciation. He threw a sweet, embarrassed look over his shoulder. “Like this, Daddy?”
It was Rooster’s favorite position since it let him watch Emmett’s cheeks jiggle and wave with every thrust, but his boy needed intimacy, not just a great orgasm. Shaking his head, he twisted his finger as he grabbed the lube from the bedside table. “On your back, little boy.”
As he wedged between his spread thighs a moment later and Emmett stared up at him with a worshipful face tinged with vulnerability, he knew it was the right decision.
He started with his boy’s sweet lips, kissing him over and over until he was moaning and squirming beneath him, fingers digging into his back as he tried to thrust up against him every once in a while, but Rooster’s grip on his hip stopped him.
When he broke away to drag in some much-needed air, Emmett chased his mouth, gasping and begging for more in a raspy voice that reached inside Rooster and squeezed his heart. God, he would give anything to his boy.
He peppered kisses over his cheeks and chin, nudging his head back with his nose so he could lay a bruising kiss to his throat.
By the time Emmett went back to work next week, it’d be faded enough not to get him in trouble, but Rooster couldn’t resist marking him in a visible way when it would just be them and the club tomorrow.
Slowly, he made his way down Emmett’s body, licking and nibbling on every spot he’d learned made his boy suck in a breath or shudder beneath him.
Pressing a kiss to his soft belly, he reached back up and snagged one of the plump decorative pillows that had mysteriously appeared on his bed the last few weeks.
“Lift your hips,” he murmured against Emmett’s skin. He shoved the pillow beneath Emmett as soon as he arched up, then sat up, running his hands down the inside of his boy’s thick thighs and giving them a squeeze. “Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.”
Emmett made a soft noise, his cheeks darkening as he bit his lip.
Smiling, Rooster slid his hands up farther, petting Emmett’s perineum with the pad of his thumb. “What do you say when Daddy gives you a compliment, baby?”
A dollop of precum blossomed at the end of Emmett’s short, fat cock, and he squirmed, his breath catching. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He hummed, pressing harder as he slid his thumb down to Emmett’s tight hole. “You’re welcome, little boy.”
As he pressed against Emmett’s opening, his boy gasped in the most beautiful way, his thighs spreading as far as they could go as he gripped at the bedding beneath him.
Fuck. He’d never get tired of the sight.
Emmett couldn’t see it, but to Rooster, he really was breathtakingly perfect. Every soft, round inch of him.
He grabbed the lube and wet his fingers, circling the furled opening with his middle finger as he leaned over Emmett once more and braced himself with his other fist on the bed next to Emmett’s shoulder.
His loose hair fell around them, the length so long now that it almost touched the pillow behind Emmett’s head.
Emmett reached up with a smile and ran his fingers through it before clasping his fingers together behind Rooster’s neck.
Staring down into Emmett’s sweet face, he slowly breached his hole, pressing in with a single finger in one steady motion.
He watched, enraptured, as Emmett’s mouth fell open and his head tipped back.
The low moan he let out when Rooster pulled his finger partway out again before pushing in a little farther was downright filthy.
His sweet little boy loved being opened nice and slow on Rooster’s fingers, so that’s what he did. He spent several minutes thrusting a single finger inside his tight heat and watching the flush move down Emmett’s cheeks to his throat before he carefully worked in a second digit.
“Daddy,” Emmett gasped, sliding his hands down to Rooster’s biceps and clutching at him as he rocked back against his hand, trying to take his fingers faster.
So he slowed down and rubbed his swollen prostate.
He alternated between circling Emmett’s gland with the tips of his fingers and working them in and out of his channel. Two fingers moved to three before too long, Rooster barely able to hold back from driving his aching cock inside his boy.
Right after he wiggled a fourth finger inside him and spread them apart, stretching Emmett in the way he loved, he was rewarded for his patience when Emmett whimpered and began to beg.
“Please, please, please. Need you, Daddy.”
His boy’s pleas were like a shot of tequila straight into his veins, making him feel drunk and powerful at the same time. He kissed his panting mouth and murmured, “Right here, baby.”
Emmett’s fingers were digging into his upper arms as he trembled beneath him. “Need more. Please.”
“I know.”
He pushed upright as he pulled his fingers out, quickly slathering lube onto his cock and lining up.
He didn’t waste time, pushing his dark head against his loosened hole until it popped inside.
Sliding slowly in, he gripped Emmett’s dick with his wet hand and gave him a few strokes just to feel him clench down on his cock.
He grunted as he thrust forward. “So good, my perfect, sweet little boy.”
“Daddy.” Emmett was thrashing his head, nails digging into Rooster’s skin.
Once he was fully seated in his boy’s clenching heat, he settled himself back down over him, pressing their skin together and shoving his hands underneath so he could grip the back of Emmett’s shoulders. Then he pulled back his hips and thrust.
Emmett moaned loudly in his ear, so Rooster did it again and buried his face in Emmett’s damp neck, breathing in his sweet scent.
He couldn’t pull all the way out with them pressed so closely together, but it didn’t matter.
All that mattered was the way Emmett wrapped his arms and legs around Rooster’s body and held him tight, gasping and moaning in his ear over and over.
As they both neared the end, he raised his head and found Emmett’s glassy eyes, his lashes wet. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, Daddy,” Emmett said, the words barely more than a moan.
Rooster thrust in a little harder. “That’s right. And that means you’re mine, right?”
Emmett nodded immediately, but that wasn’t good enough. He needed the words.
“Say it, Emmett.”
It took several tries before more than just breathy sighs came out of Emmett’s mouth. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
“Damn straight,” he snarled, reaching between them to grip Emmett’s steely cock and giving it a few quick, rough tugs.
And that was all he needed.
Emmett threw his head back as every muscle in his body tensed, and then he was yelling out his release and scraping his nails down Rooster’s back.
He hissed at the burn but didn’t slow down for even a second, his hips pistoning in and out of Emmett as he chased his own release.
The tight, clenching heat felt so good, he couldn’t hold himself back for too long, flying over the edge with a shout.
It took him a while to be able to catch his breath and get feeling back in his limbs, but he was still faring better than Emmett, who was gazing up at the ceiling dazedly when Rooster came back from the bathroom with a rag.
After he cleaned them up and climbed back into bed, Emmett stirred though, settling in against Rooster’s chest with a soft sigh.
Humming, Rooster ran a hand down the arm Emmett had thrown over his chest. “Good night, little boy. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Daddy.”