Chapter 3 #2
I shook my head, the urge to give pleasure rather than take it suddenly so overwhelming I could barely breathe.
“I can do other things.” And I bent to capture soft lips that seemed to beg me to do so at the same time as lifting him with ease.
His bedroom door was open, so I didn’t have to stop and ask.
I simply nudged the door wider and had a moment to see a bed large enough I approved, until Emery’s slim fingers coursed their way through my hair and pulled my head back down for another kiss.
I wasn’t even completely sure Emery knew he was being carried.
I held Emery against me but let his legs slide to the floor so I had one hand free to pull back the comforter and then ease him down.
Emery gasped as my fingers slid under his zip to lower it, and in another few seconds, his jeans hit the floor.
I desperately wanted my own off, but even with my rigid control, it would be too much of a temptation to have no barrier other than my determination.
Suddenly stifling, I yanked my t-shirt off, nearly ripping it.
Emery’s eyes widened in what I hoped was appreciation, and his hands smoothed their way down my chest until he met denim. “Oh,” his one word came out almost as a plea.
“I’m not that strong,” I admitted and gently eased his shirt free, even though everything in me wanted to tear it off.
I met Emery’s gaze and was incapable of holding another groan in.
Emery seemed soft all over. I was sure he had muscles, but they were barely defined.
I bent and kissed his cute little belly.
I felt Emery relax and looked up. He was smiling.
The confidence in his own body was such an incredible turn-on I wasn’t sure my jeans would hold.
“You’re stunning,” I breathed the words out and slid a hand around his back to press him closer.
“I don’t know about that,” Emery teased. “I can definitely pinch more than an inch in some places, but life is way too short to worry about things that really don’t matter.” He shrugged. “And I live over a bakery. I’m not that disciplined I could deny myself the odd piece of cake.”
I doubted I was disciplined enough at that moment to deny Emery anything.
I trailed a finger up Emery’s chest and circled each nipple with my fingernail until Emery shivered in pleasure and his nipples peaked in response.
Emery’s breath hitched as I lowered my head, and his eyes widened before I closed mine.
“Phoenix,” Emery cried and thrust his hips in unconscious invitation. I moved lower, trailing my tongue, licking his soft belly and nuzzling the dusting of hair.
Emery
Holy hell. This man. I’d never ever felt like this before.
Sex was pleasant, sometimes sticky, but never like I would die if his teasing finger didn’t do more right this second.
It was as if Phoenix had lit a match to my insides.
First in the bar, and then back here. I groaned silently but then was unable to swallow the whimper as Phoenix’s hand slid over my sack, cupped and gently tugged, sending sparks of pleasure to places I didn’t know I had places.
The bed bounced as he shuffled lower. Phoenix’s other hand kept its onslaught on my nipples, each twist, each delicious scrape of nail, playing, pulling, as if the touch had a direct line to my cock, before Phoenix even touched there.
“Phoenix,” I moaned, my body seeming to draw tight and center itself.
And then his lips touched me. I stopped breathing.
Because, holy fucking hell, Phoenix was doing things with his mouth that should be trademarked or something.
The man could be a millionaire. I gulped in a slightly hysterical breath knowing Phoenix was rapidly unraveling every shred of control I had.
My cock was so hard. My balls were tight and full of need.
Phoenix sucked me down his throat like he was never gonna stop.
One more tug of my nipple, one more pull on my balls, one teeny tiny scrape of teeth—I was done.
I yelled, swore, invoked gods that probably didn’t exist outside of Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, and let myself be swept away on a tide of pleasure Noah’s freakin’ ark wouldn’t have survived.
And still, Phoenix didn’t stop. I was past making conscious words. I may have even begged, but breathy moans and cries seemed to spill from my lips without any intent or ability to stop them.
Until Phoenix edged me higher when I thought I’d already reached the summit.
At the very second, my smoldering insides caught alight and sent sparks along every nerve, one more possessive kiss, one more slide of Phoenix’s talented fingers, and I fell headlong off the sudden cliff into a pit that promised bone-melting pleasure, and I was finally caught safe in strong arms.
I didn’t know what had just happened. Well, I did… but it wasn’t… fuck, whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t likely to happen again. And I knew that gibberish made no sense whatsoever.
And I really didn’t care.