Page 73 of Inbetweeners
Emmett could feel Phoenix’s fingers stroking his throat and imagined him feeling his cock there. Emmett didn’t even gag.He tightened his lips as Phoenix pushed in, swallowed against his dick when it was deep in his throat, tightened his lips again when he pulled back, and heard Phoenix’s breathing change.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Phoenix gasped. “Your mouth.”
Emmett needed this, needed the hard length of him in his throat, half-choking him. He was slurping around Phoenix’s cock, precome and saliva mixing together. Emmett was making all sorts of indecent sounds and he didn’t care. Phoenix was using him and he didn’t care. He shouldn’t have liked it. It was slutty and dirty and desperate, and he didn’t care. His jaw hurt, so did his throat, and he didn’t care about that either. All he cared about was making Phoenix come undone, completely undone, broken to pieces because of him.
Then Phoenix stiffened and cried out. The sudden wash of come almost made Emmett gag, but he swallowed and swallowed, and as Phoenix pulled free, he could breathe again and his heartbeat slowed.Wow!
The moment Phoenix dropped onto his back, panting, Emmett grabbed one of his wrists and tied it to the headboard. He heard the catch in Phoenix’s breathing, but no hand reached out to stop him, nor was there a protest when Emmett secured the second wrist. Better knots this time.
“Did you use a double shank, half-hitch, tying-up-a-demon, goat-bend knot?”
Emmett smiled. “Yes. Exactly that one. I hope you don’t know how to undo it.”
Emmett’s cock was rock hard, aching. He contemplated a trip to the bathroom, then saw how Phoenix was staring at him.
“Bring yourself off.”
Emmett met his gaze but did nothing. “Still think you can order me around?”
“Yes.”
“Did I make your toes curl?”
Emmett’s response depended on what Phoenix said next. Maybe Phoenix saw that in his face.
“I still have toes?”
Emmett lifted his hand to his mouth, slowly licked his fingers, then wrapped them around his cock. It didn’t take as long as he’d have liked. If Phoenix made a joke about premature ejaculation, he’d…
When Emmett gasped and spurted into his hand, he came back to reality to see Phoenix staring at him.
“Fuck, that was beautiful. I didn’t know whether to look at your cock or your face.” Phoenix sighed and his eyes closed.
Emmett retreated to the bathroom to have a wash, basking in those words, then slunk back to bed. He hovered over whether to sleep on his own or not.
Or not won. If Vin came back, he could kill him again whether he lay on that bed or the other. He curled up naked against Phoenix and closed his eyes. He was pretty sure he heard Phoenix purr.
When Emmett woke, it was morning and Phoenix was already awake at his side. Emmett had hoped for a smile, but the guy’s face was blank.
Emmett began to unfasten the ties. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Yes. No sign of Vin. Maybe it takes a lot of energy to push through once and he can’t do it twice in the same night.”
“I don’t think we should count on that.”
“Yeah, well… I was wondering if we should buy something more secure to hold me.” Phoenix rubbed his wrists, then stretched his arms.
“Okay, though it can’t be comfortable having your hands above your head. Maybe we should look for something that lets you move your arms.”
“Which makes me think we probably ought to have something to restrain the pair behind the killings. Handcuffs? Cable ties? A weapon of our own? They’re not going to put up their hands and sayyou got us.”
Emmett wondered if anything was going to be said about the more pleasurable part of what they’d done, but when Phoenix headed for the bathroom and Emmett heard the shower start up, he had his answer. He lay back on the bed and sighed. No hangover, but then he’d not drunk that much and he’d vomited most of it back up. He suspected Phoenix had made the later drinks weak ones.
“Are you awake?” Harry called.
Emmett grabbed his shorts and pulled them on. “Yep.”
Harry walked through the door. “Did someone get lucky? Tell me you both did, except you could have let me watch.”
