Page 95 of Inbetweeners
“What happened to my laptop and whether anyone checked my browsing history.”
Phoenix chuckled. “Ah, you like watching but not participating.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m not into pain of any sort.”
“Read your book to me.” Phoenix dropped down on Emmett’s bed.
Emmett swallowed hard. He tried not to look at him, especially not at the bulge in Phoenix’s shorts, but that didn’t stopwantraging through his body.
Emmett lay down next to him and opened the book. “Once upon a time—”
“That’s enough.” Phoenix rolled over, grabbed a fistful of Emmett’s hair, tossed the book aside, and kissed him.
Nothing gentle about this kiss, it was a clash of mouths and teeth, and Emmett found himself pinned under Phoenix’s weight, andlovingit. Emmett barely managed to keep his frantic pleas in his head.Fuck me. Do it. Now. Get inside me. I want you. I want you. I want you!
It was Phoenix who wrenched off Emmett’s shorts, then his own, before they were plastered together again. Emmett wrapped his legs around Phoenix’s waist, clutching frantically at his back, bucking into him, willing Phoenix to get inside.Hurry, now, NOW!
“Slow down,” Phoenix whispered and pushed on his shoulders.
Emmett squeezed his eyes shut.I’m going to come without him even getting inside me. Fuck!Then his legs were pressed to his chest and he felt the weight of Phoenix holding him down, pinning him in place.
“So,doyou have a safe word?” Phoenix whispered.
Emmett opened his eyes. “Why don’t we go with the same as yours.”
“I’ve forgotten it.”
Emmett laughed. “You’ve forgotten what you forced into my mouth in the cinema?”
“Forced?”
“Did I ask for it?”
“In a way.”
Emmett sighed.
“Are you saying it?”
“No.”
“In any case, it would defeat the point of having a safe word if we have the same one, particularly thinking about Vin suddenly turning up.”
Phoenix fingered Emmett’s hole with slick fingers, circling, pressing until he eased one finger into him. Emmett sucked in a breath but it got caught in his throat when Phoenix pushed deeper.
“Oh my God,” Emmett gasped and his eyes flashed open.
Phoenix grinned. “Call me picky, but I preferOh my demon.”
“You’re such an arsehole.”
“I think that would be you.” One finger became two and Phoenix still teased with slow thrusts.
Emmett could feel the world shifting around him; reality morphing, sensation overwhelming everything, pleasure holding court. Nothing mattered but this. A curve of a finger, a stroke of that miraculous place and Emmett groaned. It was hard to describe how it made him feel. So long since anyone had done this. He felt as if he were drowning in delight. But he needed more.
“Fuck me,” Emmett gasped.
“Is that a request or an exclamation?”
