Chapter 68
Tristen
The last word I ever expected to hear from his lips again echoes around the shower stall and my control snaps.
Diving forward, I keep eyes on his as I press my lips to his hips.
I can feel the raised skin, the scars I knew dove deep behind the waistband of his pants, but I can’t let them distract me.
I’m here now.
And each one I feel, I kiss.
Dart my tongue out to lick.
He gasps when I follow the path of them all the way to the center of his stomach, his fingers tightening up in the shirt around my neck.
I handed him a literal leash on the demon raging inside me, the one that wants to swallow him whole if he’ll let me. The one that’s going to accompany me straight to hell when I go for doing this today.
His breath catches when I move closer, my lips grazing next to the base of his hard shaft.
“I mean it, Emmett,” I say into the wet hair around his cock. “Take what you want.”
A choking sound echoes as the thing around my throat tightens.
I flick my tongue out to lick at the base of him, and his eyes flare wide.
“Use me.”
He jolts, yanking on the tether and I tilt back the slightest bit.
“I don’t know what to do,” he mumbles breathlessly, a flush coloring his cheeks a wild rosy color that’s got to match mine.
“Me either, baby,” I admit on a husky tone, “but I know I wanna taste you so fucking bad. Wanna make you feel good.”
He stutters out something that doesn’t make any sense, his pupils blown wide open.
“Put your cock on my mouth. Lemme lick you. Please?”
His Adam’s apple moves with his swallow, his honey eyes boring into mine.
“You … want that?”
I nod, a smirk pulling at the corner of my lips, my cock fully on board with this idea. It pulses behind my wet shorts, precum leaking from my tip.
“Please, baby, lemme kiss this beautiful cock.”
Visibly shuddering, Emmett’s grip tightens on the makeshift collar around my neck, pulling ever so slightly.
At first, I resist, unsure of his intention until he tugs harder. Drags me closer. Close enough that the bead on his tip touches my lip.
I can’t help myself.
I reach down and press against my aching cock as my tongue swipes out and captures that bead made just for me.
Emmett yelps and jerks back, his panting breaths filling the shower.
“What was that?” he asks, genuinely curious and so goddamn flushed that I chuckle.
“Just a little lick.”
“Why did I feel it in my toes?”
The thing beating wildly inside my chest flips over itself. “Was it a good feeling?”
His nod is slow, but his breath is not.
“Y-yeah,” he murmurs out breathlessly.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
The black center of his eyes swallows up all the remaining color, and he tugs on the leash with a husky, “Yes.”
My eager groan swirls around us and I jerk forward, tongue stuck out and leading the way back to him.
His gasp is audible when I connect with his sensitive head, tongue twirling around to lick at the underside of him.
“Oh.”
Humming, my lips stretched wide, I swirl around the tip, collecting his flavor and swallowing every drop he gives me.
“Tristen,” he moans, and curls around me, making my balls draw all the way up. “I’m … it’s—what is—oh, fuck.”
His hands are in my hair and twisted in the shirt as he explodes on my tongue, flooding my mouth with his cum.
It’s so sudden and unexpected that I sputter, some of it dripping down my chin, the bitter taste hard to swallow.
“Ohhhh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, godI’msofuckingsorry.”
Emmett jerks back from me, his hands held up in surrender as his chest pumps wildly with his breath. Even his eyes have gone wide, his pupils shrunk and pulsing.
I can feel the wave of anxiety that radiates from him like a goddamn tsunami.
“Hey,” I murmur, dipping my head to spit the rest of the cum in the tub. “Hey, it’s okay, bubbles.”
“Nooooo, I didn’t warn you or even expect that to happen or know what it was or—”
“Look at me,” I say softly, but stern enough to stop that rambling nerve from rolling him over. “I knew it was gonna happen. I asked you to.”
He shakes his head and covers his spent cock with both hands. “You didn’t ask for that.”
“Yes, I did.” I push to my feet, the water gone cold as fuck on my back, and lean in until our noses touch. “I’ll do it again, too.”
The gulp he takes is audible over the shower’s spray. “No way.”
I grin and turn away, shucking off my soaked shorts as I go, and step into the freezing water. My skin prickles with goosebumps, but it helps tame the raging boner ever so slightly. “I’ll even beg harder next time.”