Page 51 of Hammered and Nailed
I moaned in response and slid a finger inside him. When he hissed and squirmed back to take it, I added a second. For a long while, I stayed there, eating his ass and gradually pushing two fingers into him, over and over. Spreading my fingers apart, I drove my tongue into his hole.
“More.” His voice was ragged already, desperate. I added a third finger and fucked them into him, over and again until my own cock was throbbing and leaking inside my pants and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I pulled my fingers from him, drawing a gasp and a whimper from Emery. “Unless you want to use olive oil, I’ve got to get the lube,” I murmured into his ear.
Emery whined. “Hurry.”
As quickly as I could, I dashed to my bedroom and grabbed the bottle of lube, returning to find Emery leaning over my kitchen island, stroking his leaking cock and breathing hard. I yanked my jeans off and poured lube into my hands, spreading it over my erection and stroking myself a few times.
“Ready?”
When he nodded, I lined my cock up to his hole and eased in. His hole tightened around my cock, making my breath stutter, and his hands gripped the island, knuckles white. Emery exhaledslowly as I pushed into his body. The moment I was fully in, pelvis pressed against his firm ass, he nodded. “More.”
With that, I pulled out and slid back in, thrusting into him, my cock aching already. “Touch yourself,” I murmured as I picked up the pace, fucking him harder.
Emery did as I instructed, taking his cock in his hand and stroking as I began to drive into him. I gripped his hips with my hands, guiding him back onto my cock before pulling out and thrusting in again and again. His breathing was ragged, and soon, his groans turned into desperate whines. I pushed into his body, my orgasm drawing close.
A few moments later, Emery cried out and his hole tightened around my cock as he came, clenching me over and over, thick strands of cum splattering on the side of the island. His tight heat drove me over the edge, and I came soon after, fucking him through my orgasm until I was spent.
When I pulled out, his hole dripping with my cum, Emery groaned again, soft and reluctant, as if he wanted me to keep going. I kissed his neck quickly before reaching for a hand towel and gently cleaned us both. Satisfied, I turned him to face me and kissed him deeply again, slow and sensual, as if we had all the time in the world.
After several moments, I pulled away, ending the kiss. There was a soft, satisfied smile on Emery’s face. “You okay?”
He nodded. “More than okay.”
“Good.” I reached for my clothes and handed Emery his as well. We redressed in silence, and when we were both clothed, I kissed him once more. “Now what?”
“Now we eat. Then we go back for another round.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Nowwho’s insatiable?”
Emery shrugged. “Can’t help it if my boyfriend’s cock is irresistible.”
“I’ll take the compliment.” I grinned at him and let out a slow breath. “So. Birchwood Bay, huh?”
He nodded and took my hand. “Birchwood Bay, here we come.”
Epilogue - One Year Later
Emery
We’dlivedinBirchwoodBay for nearly a year when we decided to finally,finallythrow ourselves a housewarming cookout. As the school year wrapped up and summer rolled in full force, it felt as if we’d actually have time to entertain. We invited our families, friends new and old, and—of course—Margaret, who we’d visited multiple times in the past year and grown close to. We were grateful that she only lived a short drive away.
The day of the cookout, Mason spent the morning prepping food and cooking side dishes, despite my repeated reminders that everyone was bringing a dish to share.
“Ilikecooking. Besides, I want to make sure there's enough for everyone.”
I snorted, wrapping my arms around him from behind. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.” I pressed a kiss to his neckand Mason tipped his head to the side to give me further access. When I dragged my tongue along his neck, he groaned and shivered.
“Keep doing that and we’re going to scandalize our guests.”
I responded by nipping his neck lightly and stepped away, laughing at Mason’s frustrated growl. A half hour later, Josh and Ava were the first to arrive. They knocked and when I called out that they could come in, Josh stepped inside, Ava behind him looking every bit the sullen preteen. She lit up when she spotted Mason, though.
“Uncle Mason!”
Mason held his arms out wide and she ran into them for a hug. Watching him pick her up and twirl her around warmed my heart, and it got me thinking—as it always did—about the possibility of us having our own kids someday.
Shortly after Josh and Ava, Mason’s parents arrived, making themselves comfortable by heading into the backyard, where Mason had fired up the grill. Margaret and her new partner—her suitor, as she called him—were next to appear in the driveway.
