Page 6 of Wish Me Home

I sealed my lips around him and hollowed my cheeks as he pumped in and out, effectively fucking my face. The grip in my hair became almost painful and my eyes watered. I loved every second of this. The way he commanded me was so fucking hot and I craved reaching into my pants to relieve the pressure.

Reaching up, I fondled his balls as he continued to pump, trying my best to breathe through my nose. His motion faltered slightly, but he kept up his momentum, he was close and I could tell by the way his balls were drawing up tight in my hand.

“Are you going to let me come down your throat, Cody? Or am I painting your pretty face?”

I groaned because both options sounded appealing. I relaxed my suction to let him know my decision. He pulled his cock from my mouth and I held out my tongue. He swore as he pumped his length and spurt after warm spurt of cum hit my face.

Climbing to my feet, he stood panting against the door. His eyes were glazed over, but I went for it anyway. I grabbed onto his hoodie and kissed him and he kissed back enthusiastically without regard for the mess he’d made. Our tongues fought for dominance and he groaned when he tasted himself.

I gasped when his hand closed over the ignored erection that strained inside the prison of my pants. It physically hurt how turned on I was by that whole encounter.

“Let me fix this,” he purred, massaging.

“Won’t take long.”

It was a fast grapple for the buckle of my belt and then to open the fly of my slacks. Our hands knocked each other as we fought the material down my thighs. Once I was free, and my erection standing proud, Emmett crowded in. He wrapped his hand around my base, working in quick motions as he buried his face in my neck. It wasn’t the most elegant of hand jobs, but I had told him this would be fast. And it was.

All it took was a few pulls before I spilled over his fist. His breathing stuttered into my neck as he continued to stroke me lazily through my orgasm. At some point we’d flipped positions and my back rested against the door. He leaned into me before he chuckled and then pulled away.

Making his way over to the sink, Emmett washed his hand and righted his clothes. I opened up my bag and pulled out a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. I kicked out of my shoes and took off my slacks. The way his eyes tracked every movement in the mirror was something that I didn’t miss.

“You make a habit of picking up men in airports?” he asked.

The smile stretched across my face as I undid my tie and pulled it loose, then worked on the buttons of my shirt before I answered him. “Not normally, no.”

He leaned against the sink and crossed his arms across his chest while he watched me get dressed. I used my uniform shirt to wipe off my face. Since I was officially off duty, I wouldn’t be needing it.

Emmett studied me as I pulled the clean shirt over my head and then he moved out of my way so I could get to the sink. I splashed some water on my face as well to get anything that I might have missed.

“It seems like it would be easy to find someone willing.”

My spine straightened as I turned to look at him. Maybe it was a defense mechanism for him, but what he was implying was borderline offensive. I didn’t meet people often whom I’d consider having any type of sexual encounter. My job made it hard to have any kind of stable relationship. I hardly spoke to my family as it was.

Remorse flashed through his eyes as he realized what he’d said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply…”

“Yes, you did. Don’t apologize when you don’t mean it. And it’s fine. How that came across is something I understand. I promise I don’t do something like this often. I genuinely like you, Emmett.” I cut him off before he could give me some poor excuse for what he’d said.

He nodded as someone pounded on the door.

“Hurry up! Other people need to use the restroom!” a woman called from the other side. The baby changing table against the wall said we’d picked a poor spot in a crowded airport, but desperate times and all that…

Shoving my feet into my shoes I grabbed the door handle and turned to Emmett. “Now come on. Let’s go explore.”

Chapter Five

Emmett

Istoodinshockof the abrupt change in attitude as Cody opened the door. There was a mother with a stroller on the other side ready to push it inside. She rolled her eyes when she saw us, but moved aside to let us out. Once we were out in the terminal, he grabbed the handle of my bag and dragged it after him. I scrambled to catch up.

“Where do you think you’re going with my stuff?”

I hadn’t meant to offend him after he blew me, but I hadn’t known what to make of the situation. You only ever heard of that kind of stuff happening in movies or romance novels, not in real life. It didn’t give him the right to take off with my things.

“I said we were going to explore. This airport is huge.”

He wasn’t wrong. I’d only been in O’Hare a few times; once when I’d flown in for my job interview and again when I moved here. It was the fact that he still wanted to spend time with me after what had happened between us that was throwing me off.

“Now tell me. Have you bought your aunt a gift yet?” he asked as he detoured into a random gift shop that was spilling over with gaudy Christmas decorations. I struggled to keep up with his long strides as he pulled my bag away from me.

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