Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Only if you’re sure.”
Mind made up, Emerson snapped his hips forward, then readjusted so his shaft slipped between his cheeks in a rocking motion. Rhys clenched his teeth.
“Feels so fucking good.”
“Oh God.” Emerson’s voice was filled with lust and longing, making Rhys tremble. Emerson’s hand stilled on his hip. “Oh shit. We don’t have any condoms.”
Rhys continued grinding against him, enjoying the slide of his cock inside his crease. “According to my records, which I’ve unfortunately become way too acquainted with in the last few weeks, my last STD test was three months ago. But I understand if you don’t want to—”
“I definitely want to. I trust you, and I obviously haven’t been with anyone in years,” he replied, and just hearing Emerson say he trusted him made Rhys’s heart balloon in his chest. “What do we do for lube?”
“You’re leaking all over me,” Rhys pointed out. “That and a little spit on your fingers will be enough.”
Besides, Rhys couldn’t wait to feel the stretch and burn. Sometimes he was a fan of rougher sex, but that was a conversation for later—much later. Right then, it would be enough to feel Emerson inside him raw. Holy fuck!
He heard the lewd sound of Emerson sucking on his fingers, and he fisted his cock to stave off his response. Hot damn, just envisioning what he and Emerson might get into in the future was enough to make him lose his load.
“Like this?” Emerson asked in a timid voice as his fingers fluttered between his cheeks, then circled his hole.
“Oh fuck.” When Rhys squirmed in reaction to his touch, the tip of Emerson’s finger breached his pucker, and his eyes nearly crossed. “Yeah, just like that,” he replied as Emerson nudged his finger farther inside. He seesawed in and out, driving him wild.
“Now with your cock. Please, need you inside me.”
“Holy hell,” Emerson groaned as he slowly pulled his finger from his hole, then grabbed a handful of his ass. “You’re so hot.”
Rhys breathed through his mouth, attempting to rein in his racing pulse. The fact that Emerson was as attracted to him as Rhys was to him only heightened the anticipation.
Emerson sucked on the tender spot between Rhys’s neck and shoulder, his fingers trembling against his hip. “I can’t believe I’m about to be inside you,” he whispered, and there was wonder in his tone.
“Can’t wait.” Rhys raised his knee toward his chin to help ease him inside. Lining his cock to his hole and pressing forward, Emerson wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling them flush. Feeling his warm, naked skin against him, shoulder to knee, was exactly the kind of closeness Rhys needed. “Go at your own pace.”
So Emerson did, with painstaking care that almost did his heart in.
Rhys moaned at the initial burn as Emerson’s shaft eased inside his hole. He grasped for the hand that braced his stomach and brought it to his mouth, kissing his palm. “So good.”
“Goddamn, that’s—” Emerson arched his back, his fingers trembling as he clutched at Rhys’s chest. Emerson’s heart was jackhammering against Rhys’s shoulder blades as he inhaled a shaky breath and surged forward again.
Now with Emerson halfway inside, Rhys clamped his jaw as stars floated in front of his eyes. Their bodies were finally connected on a different level, a profoundly meaningful one, and it was everything Rhys imagined it would be. So fucking good.
“Damn, this…you feel incredible,” Emerson said, pumping his groin in shallow thrusts, as small licks of electric heat ignited along Rhys’s spine. Rhys groaned and bucked against him, completely overwhelmed with sensation.
Breathe, Rhys. Breathe. He wanted to feel every first with Emerson, every gasp and moan and shiver. He wanted this night to count as one of those moments when they fell even deeper in love.
Staggering emotion coursed through him. “I love you, Em.”
Emerson sighed, his fingers tangling with Rhys’s. “Love you too.”
Then he snapped his hips, stealing Rhys’s breath.
Emerson groaned, his thrusts sloppy and uneven. “I can’t…I’m gonna come.”
Rhys took hold of his own cock and pumped himself into oblivion as Emerson cried out, his come spurting deep inside Rhys. Fuck, he loved how that felt. It was a first all its own.
Emerson gasped against his shoulder, his cock throbbing inside him, and Rhys shuddered as his own jizz painted his stomach. He grasped for Emerson’s fingers, kissing his knuckles and murmuring his name as they lay tangled together, panting.
When Emerson made the motion to move, Rhys squeezed his hand more firmly. “Wait, please. You’re still half hard. Want you to stay inside me a minute longer.”
“M’kay. I like the way it feels.” Emerson’s voice was thick and drowsy as he feathered kisses against his shoulder and neck.
Rhys shut his eyes on a sigh, loving that feeling of fullness, before drifting off to a sated sleep.
28
Emerson
Emerson opened his eyes to the rustling of leaves outside their window, and was met by bright beams of sunshine. That could only mean it was going to be another pretty day. Though nothing could top yesterday for him. The park, the butterflies, the declaration of feelings, and what happened after.