Page 144 of Inbetweeners
“So am I.”
Emmett swallowed hard and reached for the wig, but Phoenix pulled his hand away.
“Leave it on. I like your hair pink and I wish those tattoos were permanent.”
Phoenix dropped to his knees and mouthed down Emmett’s cock. Emmett leaned back against the work surface, his legs suddenly boneless at the sight of a suited Phoenix at his feet. Phoenix wrapped his hand around the base of Emmett’s cock and held tight as he licked from the tip down to his balls, sucking on them one after the other while Emmett curled his toes against the floor. Precome trickled down his shaft and when it reached Phoenix’s fingers, he lapped it up.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” Emmett sobbed each word and sank his fingers into Phoenix’s hair.
Phoenix stroked upwards, increasing the pressure around the sensitive head before sliding his hand down. Then he repeated the motion time after time, fast then slow, gentle then hard.
“That feels so good,” Emmett whispered.
Phoenix tightened his grip at the base of Emmett’s cock and pressed down on his balls while he slowly pulled his other hand up to the top of his dick.
“Look at me,” Phoenix ordered.
“My eyes won’t open.”
“Try harder.”
Emmett looked down at Phoenix in his smart suit and his balls clenched. His eyes closed again. Only to spring open when he felt a lubed finger pressing into the seam of his backside.
Phoenix wrapped his mouth around the top of Emmett’s shaft, pressed his lips into the curve beneath and at the same time, pushed his finger inside him.
Emmett cried out and clutched at Phoenix’s hair. Phoenix tightened his hold at the root and worked the tip. Long and hard pulls, short and sweet sucks, changing the rhythm and pulling Emmett back from coming time after time. The need to fall was there—urgent, pressing, then it was gone. Until Phoenix began to stroke his prostate in a way that lit fires all over Emmett’s body, and the short countdown began.
He couldn’t breathe. He hovered on the precipice of orgasm, clinging on by the tips of his toes, and Phoenix kept him there, stopped him falling.
“Enough,” Emmett managed to gasp.
“No.”
Emmett cried out as Phoenix swallowed him down, kept swallowing against him, the muscles of his throat massaging Emmett’s cock, and synapses in Emmett’s brain tripped out of sync. His hips jerked as he jetted into Phoenix’s mouth and through it all, he made his eyes stay open and he stared at Phoenix, and Phoenix stared at him.
Fucking hell. That was so hot.
Emmett pulled him to his feet, unbuttoned and unzipped him, freeing him from his shorts.
“We didn’t use a condom last time,” Phoenix said. “But do you—”
Emmett shook his head. “No need.” He turned round, bending over to rest his arms on the worktop. He felt the blunt head of Phoenix’s cock rubbing down the line of his arse, then pressing against the slicked-up entrance to his body, pushing a little harder with each slide.
“I hope you didn’t bring me a Twix,” Emmett mumbled.
He felt Phoenix shake as he laughed.
“Because if you did, fuck the hell off.”
Phoenix lined his cock up and pushed. Kept pushing. He gripped Emmett’s hips and tugged him back as he continued to push forward, gradually burying himself in his body.
“Would I bring you a Twix?” Phoenix muttered into his neck.
“Probably.”
Phoenix pulled almost all the way out of Emmett’s body before he drove back in. Hard. Then did it again. Emmett groaned and Phoenix was making all sorts of ragged sounds as he fucked him, pegging his prostate, emptying Emmett’s mind of everything but this.
“Fuck,” Phoenix gasped. “You feel so good.”
