Page 111 of His Temptation
“Say what you want.” I licked around his belly button before kissing up his stomach and to his chest, the dusting of hair tickling my lips.
“I want you to ride me,” he said, gripping my triceps and giving them a gentle squeeze. He’d always loved my athletic build. And I loved him praising it.
I snatched a condom from the drawer and rolled it onto his dick before using a generous amount of lube, making it slick for me. I might’ve appeared confident and a bit cocky as I straddled his hips, but I was moments from busting out in tears. Like a total fucking sap. Because I was with Emery again, and it felt so goddamn perfect.
“Hey, look at me,” Emery said, tilting my chin up as I’d been avoiding his gaze. That’s when I saw his eyes were a little glassy too.
I smiled as my vision blurred. “We’re quite the pair, aren’t we?”
He slid his hand to my nape and brought me down to his lips, kissing me slowly. As we kissed, he positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed inside. I pulled from his mouth with a slight wince and arched my back. He moved his hand down my abdomen as I sat back on him, taking him deeper.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“I’m with you,” I said, not bothering to fight the intense emotion bubbling to the surface. “I’m better than okay.”
The sex wasn’t a fast fuck like I had thought I wanted in the beginning. I rode him slow, staring into his eyes with each roll of my hips. I’d missed the feeling of being so full. So complete.
Emery grabbed the lube and squeezed some into his palm before stroking my cock. I sighed and moved a little faster, his cock going into my ass as his hand pumped me on the upward glide. When I started to shudder, he grinned.
“That’s it,” he purred, stroking me faster as his eyelids got heavy. He was close too.
I came down on him harder, making the bed bang against the wall. I braced my hands on his chest and shifted a little to the right.
“Fuck,” I whimpered as his cock nudged my prostate.
Emery gripped my hips and pumped up into me faster, hitting my sweet spot over and over again. My voice broke as I cried out, my whole body quaking as my orgasm rocked into me.
He joined me not long after, emitting a breathy moan as his hips jerked upward and stilled. When he tilted his head back, exposing his sexy throat, I bent and kissed him there. His arms came around me, and he flipped me to my back.
“I love you,” Emery said, cupping my cheek. “It’s been hell without you.”
I leaned into his touch and stared into his gentle blue eyes. “Love you too.”
“Promise me you won’t leave again.”
“I promise.” I threaded my fingers through his soft hair. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re kinda stuck with me now.”
“I can live with that.”
And then he kissed me, the broken pieces of my heart finally mending.
***
“Fuck you, Cas!” Ryan tossed the controller down. “How do youalwayswin at this game?”
“Because I’m better than you?”
He shoved my shoulder. “Asshole.”
“Jerk.”
Ryan sat on his bed while I sat in his gaming chair next to it. I’d come over that Friday to hang with him since we’d both had busy weeks at school and hadn’t been able to see each other much. My fears after we graduated seemed so far away right then. I hadn’t lost my best friend. The distance between our colleges didn’t keep us apart, and he accepted me completely.
“You meeting my dad tonight?” he asked, popping some Skittles into his mouth.
It was end of September now. Emery and I had officially been dating—openly—for a month. Talking to Ryan about it was still strange for both of us, but it had gotten better.
“Yeah.”
