8. EMMETT – SHOWER TIME
EMMETT – SHOWER TIME
The night clings to me like smoke in wet hair. After the festival downtown, we somehow got wrangled into going out to a club where we stayed for way longer than we should have, but Everlee was happy. It’s also been a while since we’ve all been able to go out, especially when her brother is in town. In the past, someone’s had to work, but with the shifts we’re making to step away from the day-to-day operations of the businesses, it’s really opened up our calendars.
I step into the shower, letting the rainfall hit me in the face and run down my chest. It’s been a long day, and after some lady was playing around with some guy she was flirting with and dumped her entire drink on me… A shiver runs down my spine just thinking about it.
A little drop here or there, I get. I don’t like it, but I get it. No. This was an entire drink. And to make it worse, it was a sweet fruity drink, so it’s super sticky. A few times, I had to stop Knox from licking me. Like a freaking deer to a salt lick. Only he’s not a deer and I’m not salty. Well, emotionally maybe.
Closing my eyes, I run my hands over my face and listen to the soft whoosh of the water falling to the floor and the slight gurgle of the drain drinking all the sugar water down.
Hands slide around my waist, startling me, before they run over my semi-hard cock, bringing it fully erect.
They’re larger than Everlee’s, and my stomach tightens.
“What are you doing?” I lean back into Jax’s chest.
“Helping you get clean.”
A low, appreciative hum rumbles in my chest as his hand continues to slide up and down my cock. His steel-hard shaft pressed against my ass makes my stomach tighten with anticipation.
This year has been a complete whirlwind of emotions for us. When Everlee walked into our lives, she was a like a tornado, a wrecking ball. Never in a million years did I think that ball of light would take our family and flip it on its head.
Our life is so perfect and getting better every day and I look forward to what this year is going to bring.
Jax interrupts my thoughts when he swipes his finger over my arousal at the tip of my cock and then sucks it into his mouth. He walks around slowly and drops to his knees in front of me, and my eyes pulse with darkness at the edges from excitement.
“Goddamn. I don’t know if I will ever get used to this,” I say, running my fingers through his dark, wet hair.
“Hmm?” He runs his tongue up the underside of my cock and my knees get weak. Just the anticipation of his lips around me is about to make me blow my load in his face.
“I said…” Jax’s tongue swirls around my tip and I whimper. “I don’t know… if I will… ever get… uuuuuu…” He sucks the head of my cock into his warm, wet mouth, making me sound like a broken record. “Fuck me,” I sigh out in frustration.
“I plan to. Now, what were you saying?” His eyes look up at me while his hand strokes along my length in firm tugs.
“You’re an ass. You know that?”
“So I’ve heard. Now keep talking.”
Blowing out a breath from my nose, I try to rush the words out again. “I don’t know if I will ever get used to seeing you on your knnneeeeeee-” Jax sucks me all the way in, robbing me of my words. This fucker is toying with me and he knows it. “Knees. Knees. Knees.” I just hit the back of his throat. “Fuck you. I’m done talking.”
Jax lets out a muffled laugh with my cock in his mouth. He’s never sounded so sinister.
My hands latch to the side of his head as I press my cock into his mouth, taking control. Jax is always in control. Well, most of the time. Not tonight. He can take over when he’s fucking me later, but right now. Right now, I’m taking over, because I need this release like I need oxygen.
Jax seems to sense the shift, because he adjusts on his knees like a catcher in baseball so he can take me better.
“I’m going to come so far down your throat.”
Jax lets out a hum of approval around my cock, the vibration nearly making me come. Fuck! Maybe I need to tell him about the menstrual tracking calendar Knox has, so it prevents me from coming in six point nine seconds. I laugh at myself. Since Everlee, her and Lizzy’s sixty-nine jokes have creeped into our lives. Thermostats, tips on bills, random every day sayings and thoughts. God, I love that woman.
Jax’s hand wraps around the base of my cock, his sign that he wants control for a minute, so I give it to him. He runs his tongue up and down my length, then against my balls, before running it back to the tip. His mouth guides me in slowly, like he’s testing his limits.
Oh, shitake mushrooms. He’s trying to take me down his throat. My hand presses against the cool wet tile so I can prop myself up as my head falls back. This is something he’s been doing, trying to see how far he can take me, and I don’t know why I find it so addicting… and hot. So, so, so hot.
Tears prickle at the edges of my eyes as I lean forward and watch him take me in further, inch by inch. I’m not a small guy by any means, so the fact he has most of my cock in his mouth… A tingle shoots down my spine and my balls start to tighten. Nope. Nope. Do not blow yet.
Pinching my eyes shut, I take in a few deep breaths. He slides me out of his mouth slowly and every muscle in my body clenches tight.
“Jax,” I whisper out.
He looks up at me with a mischievous smirk spread across his face.
“Jax,” I warn now. “You’re teasing me and it’s late. I don’t have the same tolerance as Ev. I’m in a fuck around and find out kind of mood right now.”
Jax presses his hand on his knee as he chuckles. “You threatening me?” His eyes sparkle with happiness.
“I’m just giving you a fair warning.”
“You going to fuck my throat?” His voice drops low and his eyes darken.
Letting my teeth scrape over my bottom lip, I watch him without speaking. He wants me to fuck his face. This has all been a game to him to see how much control I have.
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches me.
“Jax,” I nearly pant out as my resolve fades.
“E,” he says in a way that only he can that makes me feel like I have fireworks erupting inside of me.
My hands clamp around his head, and I growl out. He places his hand on my thigh, but doesn’t push away. “I love you,” I whisper out before pressing my cock into his mouth so he can’t answer back.
His eyes snap to mine and then go wild as he sucks my shaft.
Damn, that felt good. I’ve been wanting to tell him for a while, but this has all been new and I didn’t want to scare him away or make this awkward, but I don’t care anymore. My heart was aching with the need to tell him.
I lose control and press in hard and fast, but he doesn’t move. “Your mouth feels so good.” Ass muscles clench with each thrust until my balls tighten again and need consumes me.
“Jax.”
It’s one word.
A warning.
His hands wrap around the back of my legs as he pulls me towards him.
A second later, I’m shooting so hard down the back of his throat I raise on my toes and a moan bursts from my lips.
As soon as he sucks the last drop from me, he stands and wraps his hand around the back of my head and drives me back against the shower wall with his lips on mine. His hard length presses between us, rubbing against my cock and abs. His tongue moves in with a fever and speed like his life depends on kissing me.
“I love you?” He pops off our kiss and asks, anger searing the words, before he presses his lips to mine. He pulls off the kiss again, torn between wanting to kiss me and get whatever he needs to off his chest. “You say you love me, then shove your cock in my mouth.”
Before I can respond, he kisses me again, so I press my hands to his chest, pushing him away.
“Well-” I start, but he cuts me off.
“You don’t fucking talk anymore,” he snaps. “You had your chance and now you’re done. Turn around,” he commands, grabbing my arms and spinning me so my chest and palms are flat against the cool tile.
“Jax.”
“Not a fucking word.”
He grabs the lube off the shelf and pops the cap before pressing his fingers inside of me to prep me. His movements are fast, not rough, but also not gentle.
He lets a low grumble, but doesn’t speak.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything?
“J-”
“I said not a fucking word. If you don’t shut your mouth, I’m going to fill it with my cock so you can’t speak.”
Is that what this is about?
He grabs the lube again, and if I had to guess, he’s prepping himself. He tosses the lube down to the floor, not even bothering to fully cap the lid before he presses his tip at my entrance.
His hand slides up my back to between my shoulder blades and he pushes me slowly, so my hips bend just enough. His length glides in. The further he inches in, the more heat I feel on my back from his chest, drawing closer to me until his cheek is beside mine.
His unspoken words linger in the air, making my heart beat wildly in my chest. I want to speak, to tell him to just say whatever he wants, but I don’t. Instead, I listen to his puffs of breath as he slides his cock out of me, then pushes back in again. The sigh between his teeth that I know means he’s fighting with himself to take me hard. He’s trying to enjoy the feeling, but also wants to take. To take me. To take this feeling.
He’s moving in slow, steady movements, pressing all the way inside until he’s hitting all those delicious spots that make my eyes pulse with stars.
“Emmett.” He thrusts a few more times. “Don’t you fucking ever-” His thrusts are becoming quicker, more staccatoed. “Tell me you love me.” His hands press on the wall on either side of my head and his voice is becoming thready as he nears completion. “And then stick your god damned cock in my mouth again.”
“Sor-”
His hand grabs my head and turns it. “I said not a fucking word. My cock is buried in your ass, and I’m not taking it out, but you will suck my fingers.” He presses the two fingers he didn’t use earlier into my mouth. “Suck.”
My cock springs back to life under the feel of his length sliding in and out of me, his dark and commanding words, and his fingers in my mouth. It’s like the trifecta.
Wrapping my hand around his, I work his fingers like I work his cock and feel him twitch in my ass as his breath stutters. The thrill that I get knowing the effect I have on him… it’s electrifying.
His forehead presses to my shoulder while he tries to steady his breathing.
He rips his fingers from my mouth, plants them on my waist, and unleashes. The thwaps from his hips slapping against my ass fill the air, and I know he’s close. I clamp down and he screams out as he unloads inside of me, blurting with it a string of cuss words.
“You ass,” he says, after he stops thrusting. He pulls out and spins me around, pressing his chest against mine as the cold tile bites at my heated skin. His eyes flicker back and forth between mine. “I love you , E.” His voice cracks and he leans in slowly, taking my lips with his. When he pulls away, he presses his forehead against mine. “I have for a long time and was just too scared to know what it meant. I’m sorry I denied us this … for so long.”
“It was worth the wait.” I kiss his chin and nod my head up before sucking his bottom lip in my mouth.
Our kiss is deep, slow, passionate.
This man.