Page 34 of Hammered and Nailed
He glanced at me again, quiet for a long time. "I don’t want us to be a secret. I know it’s new. I know it’s a shift in our sexualities and that people will need time to adjust. But… I don’t want to hide."
I reached for his hand and took it in mine. "I don’t want you to hide."
"Then why did you sound afraid that someone would see us?"
My chest ached. I took a deep breath and squeezed his hand. "I just—I’ve heard stories about teachers getting fired for, like, going to bars. I don’t want you to risk your job for me."
"That’s not going to happen. It’s not like we live in a super conservative area. Besides, if my job doesn’t want me because of who I’m with, that’s on them."
"So you’re not afraid?" My voice sounded small and unsure.
Another quiet moment passed before Emery spoke. "Not to be seen with you."
"Whatareyou afraid of?"
"I… I’m afraid you won’t want this anymore once we get home. Or that you’ll decide something we’re doing istoogay for you to be comfortable with. Or that you’ll be embarrassed to be seen with me."
I smiled softly. "None of those are going to happen."
"You’re sure?"
"I’msosure."
He nodded. "Good."
It was an unseasonably hot day, even for summer, and by the time we’d finished installing the windows, I was dripping with sweat. Emery had helped and he looked as wilted and miserable as I felt, his blond hair sticking to his forehead, sweat running down his neck and dipping below his shirt collar, his cheeks pink with exertion. As much as I wanted to get him back in bed, I didn’t think either of us were in any condition to fool around without at least rinsing off.
"You want to go jump in the lake? Cool off a little?" I asked as we headed inside.
Emery shook his head. "No way. I need soap."
I smirked, all sorts of dirty thoughts racing through my mind. "Shower it is."
We made our way to the bathroom and stripped down, the sight of his naked body making my breath catch in my throat. I’d expected to miss the curves and softness of a woman’s body, but Emery’s strong lines and angles were just as sexy as any woman I’d ever seen. Sexier, even, because I wanted him more than any woman I’d ever seen. He turned on the shower spray and stepped inside, groaning in relief as the water hit him. The sound made me shiver and sent a bolt of lust straight to my dick.
"Move aside, I want in, too." I followed his lead and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind me. The stall shower wasn’treallybig enough for two adult men to shower and have much room to themselves, but I didn’t mind the proximity. I wanted all the closeness I could get.
I grabbed the combo hair-and-body wash and lathered up before scrubbing myself clean, relief flooding me as I did. There was something really relaxing about being clean after a hard day’s work, and I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else at that moment. Emery cleaned up, too, before stepping close and kissing me lightly.
"You know," he murmured. "We’re in this shower, all clean and slippery…" He reached up and adjusted the showerhead so that the water was mostly hitting the shower wall, rather than either of us.
I raised my eyebrows. "What did you have in mind?" He kissed me again, deeper, and reached between us to palm my cock. I moaned in pleasure, becoming hard almost instantly.
"I want to try something. Turn around."
Lust pooled in my gut, uncertain of what he was about to do, but ready for it, whatever it was. His hands dragged down my back and settled on my hips as he dropped to his knees. His fingers made their way to my ass and my breath hitched, my body ready and wanting, my cock aching already. The next thing I knew, he was spreading my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole to him. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. A second later, something firm and slick dragged across my hole, Emery’s tongue sending sparks of need through me.
"Jesus," I muttered, dragging the syllables out as he teased at my entrance. I screwed my eyes shut firmly and let the sensations take me over, the firmness of his tongue as he worked my hole, the way his thumbs spread me open, intense heat building in my groin. "Please." I didn’t know what I was asking for.
Emery seemed to know, though, and a second later, he slid a finger inside me a little at a time. The stretch burned, but in a way that left me wanting more, wanting to feel it, to feelhim, as much as possible. I arched my back and thrust my ass toward him, chasing the feeling. When he chuckled, vibrations against my hole made me groan, my cock swelling, nearly ready to topple over the edge. Soon, a second finger joined the first. He eased them further in and I cried out as he hit a spot deep inside me that sent stars bursting behind my eyelids.
"Fuck, Em."
Emery pulled his fingers out and pushed them inside me again, still working at my hole with his tongue. It was almost too much to bear, but without any attention to my cock, I knew I wouldn't be able to reach an orgasm. I shoved my hips back again and again, desperate. Without warning, he pulled out completely, a whimper escaping me as the loss of his fingers and tongue registered in my brain.
"Why?"
He moved his hands to my hips again and spun me around to face him, my rock-hard cock directly in front of his mouth. Without hesitation, he parted his lips and took me in, nearly to the root. I could’ve come right then, but I took deep breaths to stave off the impending orgasm, wanting it to last forever. When Emery’s fingers found their way back to my hole a few moments later, thrusting deep into me again, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I groaned as my orgasm ripped through me. Pulse after pulse, I spilled into his mouth, his lips stretched around my girth, taking as much as he could, bobbing his head and working my cock through the shockwaves. My knees weakened and threatened to buckle with the intensity of it.
