Chapter 9 #2
“Funny,” Emerson said, shaking his head. “Are you always this grumpy—or is it simply because you’re attracted to me and don’t want to be?”
Dash whipped around, annoyance in his eyes. His gaze dipped down again, going straight to Emerson’s cock.
It liked being seen, thickening in response.
Dash dragged his gaze up, though it looked like it was an arduous fight to keep it there. His cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, his breaths coming a bit faster and rougher. “Who said I was attracted to you? You’re projecting.”
Emerson scoffed. “You kissed me. Not the other way around.”
“It was dark. We were too close in that doorway. It was an accident.”
Emerson tilted his head, lifting one brow. “An accident?”
Dash wouldn’t look at him.
“Give me a fucking break,” Emerson said, chuckling. “You had to be up on your tiptoes to get to my lips, and we both know it.”
Dash’s face grew redder. “Fine. It was in the heat of the moment. I was concerned we’d be caught. I made a rash choice that I shouldn’t have made. Let’s not compound it with a mistake we’ll both regret.”
“Regret? The only regret I have is allowing you to refuse that kiss the last time we met,” Emerson said.
Dash’s gaze zipped to his, eyes wide. “Allowing me?”
Emerson captured his gaze, refusing to let it go. “Something tells me you’ve regretted saying no since that night, too. And that’s why you snuck that kiss in. You couldn’t help yourself.”
Dash didn’t respond. Not verbally. His body told another story.
His chin lifted, a ruddy glow swelling over his cheeks and down his neck.
His chest rose and fell way too fast, his muscles tensing tight.
A fine dusting of hair sprouting over his pecs and trailing down past his bellybutton and under the waistband of his pants begged to be stroked.
Emerson had to clench his fists to avoid reaching out to do just that.
As his gaze lowered, the heavy imprint of a hard cock jutted towards him through a pair of black, tailored trousers.
Just as his aimed itself at Dash, seeking a caress.
“My brother interrupted us before we were done,” Emerson whispered, taking a hesitant step forward. “We’re free to finish that kiss now.”
Dash didn’t move, except for his quick, panting breaths.
Emerson slowly sauntered closer, afraid any quick movements would set the man off like a gazelle chased by a hungry leopard. “Or maybe I could help you get out of those wet pants… if you’re sure you don’t want to kiss me.”
He carefully lifted one hand to the buckle and then the other, peeking at Dash’s face every few seconds, fearful of an outburst or another denial. The alpha didn’t move an inch, just stood there, frozen, awaiting his fate. His chest stopped rising and falling, though.
He held his breath.
Anticipation?
Emerson fought a smile curling on his lips and focused his attention on the snap and zipper left to undo.
The sound of the unzipping sent a visible tremor through Dash, which only excited Emerson more.
He peeled back the sides of the flaps, eager for the grand reveal.
After he tugged both pants and boxers down, Dash’s cock popped up to greet him.
And what a fine cock it was. Thick and swollen, it had good girth. The head was an angry red, the shaft almost as dark. A few veins popped out along the surface, but not more than enough. He looked velvety soft, and Emerson couldn’t wait to see just how silken the skin was there.
Emerson continued dragging Dash’s pants lower, revealing more.
He stared at the angry red crest, already shiny from leaking precum.
Going down on his haunches, Emerson drew Dash’s pants to the floor, the throbbing shaft inches from his hungry mouth.
When he peeked up, Dash’s eyes were hooded and dark, the pupils so wide he could barely see any gray at all.
Dash’s lips parted, jaw slack, as he watched, gaze fixed on Emerson’s every move. Emerson laid a palm on the back of Dash’s thigh and the man jolted at the touch.
“Step out,” Emerson barked, his voice not sounding like his own.
It was thick with desire, the need to taste Dash a painful ache forcing his mouth to dry and throat to constrict.
When Dash didn’t move, Emerson slowly lifted his gaze, locking it with Dash’s. From the look in the man’s eyes, a war was being waged. Had it been his growled command with the expectation of obedience or something else that had set Dash off?
“Step… out,” Emerson repeated, his voice firm.
Something glimmered in Dash’s eyes. He shivered before he placed a hand on Emerson’s shoulder to steady himself.
The light press of flesh on flesh was nearly enough to singe Emerson straight down to his soul.
As soon as Dash was free of his pants, Emerson adjusted his lowered stance, twisting to better face the man and the aching heart of him begging to be touched.
He leaned closer, his lips less than an inch away. Looking up, he met Dash’s dark gaze, searching for confirmation that they were both in the same place, ready to take the moment further. He found raw need in its most primal form in Dash’s eyes—but that wasn’t enough.
There was no way he’d let Dash claim he hadn’t wanted what was coming next. Emerson had seen it happen before more than once. A reserved alpha who’d become brazen with desire who later allowed regret and shame to creep in—and turn what they’d share into something ugly.
More than one man had lied after a night in his bed, claiming he hadn’t really wanted what happened when they’d both known the truth.
Emerson had never demanded the truth from any of them because he hadn’t cared enough to bother, but this time was different.
He wouldn’t accept a denial if it came from Dash’s lips.
The only way to ensure they were both ready for what came next was to force the words from the alpha’s lips first.
Emerson moved his mouth in close, a whisper away from swiping his tongue over the glans. “Do you want me to taste you?”
Dash sucked in a shaky breath, his gaze never leaving Emerson’s.
He didn’t answer, though. Instead, he leaned closer, full of need. His eyes shone with lust, his jaw slack.
Emerson leaned back, creating a wider gap.
“No,” Dash said in a breathy rush, agony in his tone.
Emerson angled himself closer, but not as close as he’d been. “Tell me what you want.”
“I… I don’t know…” Dash closed his eyes, but the struggle was clear. “…what to ask for.”
“Open your eyes,” Emerson commanded.
Dash’s lids lifted slowly. They remained heavy as he stared down.
Once he was sure Dash was watching, Emerson lifted one finger and stopped a fraction of an inch from skimming the surface of the tip.
He trailed that finger down the shaft, but never meeting skin.
His attempt to torment Dash caused them both pain.
All that smooth skin and he couldn’t touch.
Not yet. Not until Dash admitted what he wanted.
Dash’s hips surged forward, eager to meet Emerson’s caress.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Emerson scolded with a soothing voice that belied the inner bedlam within. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” Dash said, more breath than voice.
“What do you want from me?” Emerson asked.
Dash’s eyes screwed closed, a look of pain crossing his handsome face. When his eyes opened again, he shuddered, his gaze landing on Emerson’s once more. “You know what I want.”
“Say it,” Emerson insisted. He licked his lips, starving to taste every inch on display.
He watched as Dash’s lids grew even heavier.
“Taste me,” Dash whispered, leaning forward with his whole body.
“Are you sure?” Emerson asked, pulling away an inch.
Dash nodded.
“Answer me,” Emerson demanded in a firm, but gentle voice. He had no idea how he was holding onto his control when inside was nothing but chaos.
“Yes,” Dash hissed. “I’m sure I want you to taste me.”
Emerson groaned, thankful he had no need to wait any longer.
He settled onto his knees, eye-to-eye with the throbbing, eager part of Dash.
Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around the base, behind the thick knot, and held it in place for his tongue.
Dash lurched at the first touch, as if his knees had weakened for a moment before he caught himself.
Bringing his hand up over the knot and along the shaft, he stroked the silky flesh.
Dash’s cock was intensely warm, chasing away the chill of the rain that had soaked through them.
He rubbed it against his cheek, reveling in the contrasting sensations of silky, supple skin and unyielding rigidity.
Using his tongue, he left a hot, wet trail down the underside of the shaft before nuzzling against the already swelling knot.
It wasn’t at full mast yet but so very ready to be.
A bead of precum dripped from the tip. Another hung heavily, ready to fall, as well.
Before it could, Emerson lifted the head to his lips and allowed the seed to coat his tongue.
His first real taste of Dash left him shaken.
He moaned as the honeyed flavor spread through his mouth and on to the back of his throat.
It wouldn’t be the only thing to hit there that night.
He drew the shaft between his lips and sucked as much as he could take without choking. The next stroke, he pushed past that, gagging a little. Dash slid a hand into his hair, his strong fingers tightening in the strands. He urged Emerson down farther on the next caress, causing a full gag.
“Too big for you?” Dash asked, suddenly brazen.
Emerson released the shaft from his lips, licking them to collect any precum that had missed his mouth. “You do have plenty to offer.”
Dash smiled. “Not as big as you.”
“Not far off,” Emerson replied. He wrapped both hands around the knot, massaging it. “Do you struggle with coming?”
Dash frowned. “Struggle?”
“Some alphas need their knot contained when they come, or it gets… too… big. And it hurts.”
“No,” Dash said, shaking his head. “Never happened before.”