Page 62 of Outcast
I looked at the miles of creamy, smooth skin on display. “You’re a blank canvas, golden boy. But you don’t have to stay that way.”
He looked away, blinking hard, and I worried I’d said the wrong thing.
“Don’t get me wrong. You’re gorgeous just how you are. I don’t care?—”
He pressed forward, kissing the words from my lips. “Stop talking.”
“You could always fill my mouth with something,” I teased.
“And let you have all the fun? No way. Get naked.”
I smiled as I reached for my fly. “So bossy. I like it.”
Emory caught my hand, raising it to stare at my bruised knuckles. “What happened?”
“Nothing. Just banged them up in the shop.”
Technically not a lie, but Emory didn’t look convinced. Good thing he hadn’t seen them yesterday. The swelling had gone down, leaving them only a little stiff and scabbed where the skin broke.
“I swear, it’s fine. I had a disagreement with the wall, that’s all.”
“Okay.” He raised my knuckles, brushing a soft kiss over them that made my gut flutter. “Then I guess we’ll just have to make sure you don’t have to use your hands too much.”
Heat spiked, and I grinned. “I think we can think of something.”
I stripped off my jeans and briefs, letting Emory drink his fill of my naked body. My cock was fully hard, jutting out from between my thighs.
“Still like what you see?”
Emory licked his lips as his gaze skated from my chest to my dick and thighs and back up. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. No doubts.”
“So, what do you want me to do next?”
“What?”
I smiled teasingly. “You’re the boss, remember?”
He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, and damn I wanted to suck that spot so hard he’d be sporting my mark for a week.
I grasped my dick with my good hand, squeezing as the pressure built to do something. Anything.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
I followed orders, returning to my bed and reclining back against the pillows. I spread my legs, giving him a good view as I slowly stroked my cock.
Emory leaned over me. I pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him. “This bed is for naked people only.”
His eyebrows shot up, and then he chuckled and backed away to shove down his preppy shorts and boxer briefs. My mouth watered as his cock came into view. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind another taste of that smooth, hot length. It was an angry red but still looked so damn pretty.
Perfectly shaped, just like Emory.
He climbed into bed with me, more tentative now as our bare skin came into contact. “Is this okay?” he asked. “Is it too…”
I drew him into a wet kiss, goose bumps erupting as his body came down on mine. His thigh skated over mine, his hip nudged my aching cock, and his hand landed on my pec, palm grazing my nipple.
Half a dozen erogenous zones sparked at once, and we both gasped.
“Too intimate?” Emory asked.
