Page 35 of Hammered and Nailed
When I was completely spent, Emery looked up at me, grinning, and shut off the water. "Feeling better?"
"God," I muttered. "I don’t know if I can move."
"That good, huh?"
I chuckled weakly. "Better. I can hardly wait to show you how good that feels."
"Race you to the bedroom?"
"I can’t." I took a few deep breaths and gestured for him. "C’mere." When he stood, I pulled him in for a deep kiss, relishing my taste on his tongue, my spent cock tingling and twitching valiantly. We kissed for a long time, Emery rutting against me slowly as we did, my hand drifting down to stroke him lazily. When things began to pick up pace, I pulled away. "Yep, time to relocate."
Emery groaned, deep in his chest. "Fuck. I thought you’d never ask."
I gave him a playful shove away from me and smacked his ass as he stepped out of the shower. He gasped and paused before groaning again, and I made a mental note to do that again sometime.
A few moments later, Emery was spread out on the bed, both of us still dripping wet. I climbed on and settled between his thighs on my stomach, hooking his legs over my shoulders. My heart pounded and as much as I wanted to do exactly what I was doing, nerves zinged through me, fear that I’d fuck up somehow.
I spread his cheeks apart and buried my face between them, sliding my tongue out to taste him. Emery moaned softly and rocked into it, so I figured I must’ve done something right. I tried to remember the things he’d done to me, the way he’d takenme apart little by little, but all I could really remember was the mind-numbing bliss I’d experienced. I moved on instinct, licking and thrusting into his hole, moaning as my cock began to stiffen already. When he was soft and pliant, muscles giving easily, I slid a finger into him, causing him to groan and writhe. He reached down and gripped his cock, stroking slowly as I worked him open. After he seemed accustomed to the first, gasping for more, I added a second finger, thrusting deep into him to hit that magic spot.
As Emery stroked himself, I moaned, so turned on that my cock was fully hard again, leaking against the sheets, and I couldn’t help but rock my hips down to get a little friction as well. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him. I felt like a teenager again. I worked him like that, listening to his groans pitch up and become more desperate, and when he sounded like he couldn’t take any more, like he was close to the edge, I released one cheek and gripped his thigh with my fingers, digging my nails in just enough to sting. Emery cried out as he came, his hole pulsing and clenching around me as I continued to fuck him with my fingers until he was completely spent.
Chapter Seventeen
Emery
Isawstarsdancingbehindmy eyelids as my orgasm wrecked me, my cock pulsing in my hand, thick strand after strand of cum landing on my chest and stomach. It felt like it would never end, and I rode the waves through it, letting Mason continue to torture me as the waves slowly subsided, until I became too sensitive to continue.
He pulled away slowly, sitting back and grinning cockily at me. His face was shiny with saliva and the self-satisfied smirk on his lips told me everything I needed to know. He was not only pleased with himself, he’d enjoyed it as much as I had.
Once I’d caught my breath, I tried to sit up, but Mason shook his head. "Let me clean you up first, at least."
A second later, he was hurrying to the bathroom to grab something to wash me up with. He quickly cleaned me up before tossing the hand towel aside and getting back into bed, pullingme to his side. We lay there for a long time, holding each other, enjoying the post-sex bliss, until I spoke.
"Should we eat?"
Mason chuckled softly. "Didn’t we just do that?"
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes fondly before easing out of his grip and getting out of bed. I stretched, rocking up on the balls of my feet and raising my arms to the sky, Mason’s gaze watching me hungrily. "We can’t survive on just sex."
He sighed deeply and got up, rummaging in his bag for clean clothes. "Youcan’t, maybe."
An hour later, we were dressed and fed, hanging out on the couch while I pretended to watch the baseball game Mason had put on the TV. We’d only been exploring our feelings for each other for a few weeks. Either way, I was still worrying about what would happen when we got back home.
"Hey," I murmured, poking him in the side.
"Yeah?"
I pulled away and sat up to face him. "We’re still good, right? I mean, when we go back to Margaret’s. And then home, after that.”
His tone was gentle. "I told you, I’m in. I’m not panicking and I’m not backing out. Are you?"
I shook my head. "No."
"Good. Now, come over here and watch the game with me before I get distracted and drag you back to the bedroom caveman-style to have my way with you."
A shiver racked my body. "I’m not sure I’d mind that."
"Aren’t you the one who said we can’t survive on just sex?"
