Page 44 of Hammered and Nailed
My hand worked my cock feverishly, the familiar tension of an orgasm building inside me, filling my senses until I was half-delirious with it. Emery moved away from my mouth, easing his body low on mine, and slipped fingers into my slick, used hole, thrusting in time with my strokes. I arched my back as I came, my vision going white as strand after hot, thick strand of cum pulsed out of me. One of us gasped and swore, and I couldn’t be sure it wasn’t me. As he hit my prostate over and over, my cock continued to throb and leak, and soon, my orgasm was subsiding.
When it had fully passed, Emery tenderly pulled his fingers from me and pressed a gentle kiss to my side. "Are you okay?"
I took a moment to do a full body scan. My ass ached, and I was covered in sticky, wet cum, but I was otherwise great, and I told him so. "Never better."
Em smirked and made his way up to kiss me again, tenderly, gently, as if I might break. His palm cupped my face sweetly, and I ached for more, craved it again already.
"That was fucking incredible," I murmured.
"Not as bad as you were expecting, then?"
I flipped him the bird. "Fuck off. I never thought it would bebad. I just didn't know what it would be like."
"And?"
"Exceeded all expectations."
He laughed and kissed me once more. "I’ll accept it."
Chapter Twenty-One
Emery
Aftergettinguscleanedup, I held on to Mason for a long, long time, lying together in his bed, just listening to each other breathe. My mind reeled. I could hardly believe we’d done what we’d done, but it also felt right. It felt perfect, like we’d slotted together the missing pieces of a puzzle that I hadn’t realized were missing in the first place.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Mason started to chuckle, his chest rising and falling in laughter. I pulled back to meet his gaze, and he was grinning. He cleared his throat and tried to suppress his laughter. "Remember how we used to bicker so much more whenever either of us got a girlfriend?"
I narrowed my eyes warily. "Yeah…"
He shrugged. "I was just thinking, maybe it wasn’t about being jealous that you didn’t spend as much time with me. Maybe it was about being jealousofthem."
"You think?"
"Why not? It’s like… I didn’t realize it at the time, but I hated it when your focus was on someone else. I always had all these feelings I didn’t understand. Like I couldn’t put into words what was going on, I just knew I hated it."
I nodded thoughtfully, my body warming at the thought, another piece of the puzzle clicking into place. "Yeah, me too. You know, now that I think about it… When you had crushes on girls, and we’d compete to see who she’d fall for first, it was more about gettingyourattention than hers."
"Exactly," Mason said, pulling me close to him again. "Did you ever… I don’t know, think you’d have feelings for a guy like this?"
I elbowed him playfully. "Who says I have feelings for you now?"
"Oh, fuck you."
"Seriously, though? The answer is no. But I never imagined having feelings like this about a woman, either. Not this way. This… strong."
"Me too," he murmured. "Me too."
"Does it feel weird to you? Like, we were justfriends, like, two months ago.”
He shifted to look at me. "Not at all. It feels natural. Right. The way it’s supposed to be." When I nodded, he continued. "I’m glad it happened.”
"Same." I let the conversation die out for a few moments before I let the topic shift. "Do you remember the night of our senior prom? How we stayed up all night?"
Mason chuckled. "I remember. Where are you going with this?"
"Just trust me."
"Of course." He squeezed my hand. "Yeah, I remember. What I remember is leaving prom behind—and our dates—to drive around back roads with the windows down and the music up loud."
