Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Emerson pulled me to him, but it was me who crushed my lips against his. He didn’t tell me no, didn’t put a stop to this the way he’d been talking about just moments before. Instead, he licked at the seam of my mouth, pushed his tongue inside, hands now on my face and neck as I let mine travel down his muscular back and settle on the curve of his ass.
He was hard against me, pushing me backward, both of us trying to gain control over the kiss. I sucked his tongue, pushed my way into his mouth, before he sampled mine again. Emerson tasted like sadness dipped in want. Like he needed this but wanted to deny it too because, for whatever reason, he didn’t think he deserved it.
The table stopped us from moving. His lips explored my throat, tongue lashing at the hollow spot there, before he buried his face in deep, kissing and sucking. “Goddamn you.”
I didn’t know what he was damning me for and I didn’t care. Because I made him feel something other than whatever he was torturing himself about? It wasn’t that I thought Emerson loved me or had feelings for me, but I made him crave. I made him feel good, which honestly blew my mind, but it must be true, otherwise I wouldn’t be there. He wouldn’t be savoring the taste of my skin like he was starving for me. Or, I guessed, someone. Maybe it didn’t have to be me.
I ran my hand between us, let my fingers explore the valleys and ridges of his chest, his abs, before cupping his thick erection. Emerson nipped at my neck, teasing my skin with his teeth until it stung. My fingers shook so much, I struggled to get his jeans unzipped, then pushed them down mid-thigh and rubbed his bulge through his boxer briefs. “I want you…want this. Don’t you think I deserve it? That I should get this one fucking thing that’s mine?”
Emerson hissed, thrust his erection into my hand. “Yes…God yes.”
“It’s one thing if you don’t want me. If that’s the case, I’m gone, but don’t try and be a martyr. Don’t end this because you feel sorry for me or somehow think you know what’s best for me.”
His forehead kissed mine next, Emerson taking deep breaths. “Your weekends are mine for me to do what I want with you, correct?”
“Yep.”
“Good. Then I’m going to strip you out of those shorts, bend you over the table, and fuck you. I should get my money’s worth, after all.”
I smiled. “I like the sound of that, though I don’t think you realize I got the better end of the stick. I get sex and money. I just might be the luckiest man alive.”
Pain flashed in Emerson’s dark gaze, but he covered it quickly. He did exactly what he said he was going to do. He took off my clothes, then stood in front of me, jeans still around his thighs, his erection an obvious bulge beneath his boxer briefs. “Jesus, you’re sexy.” He wrapped a fist around my cock and stroked up once, collecting my precum on his thumb, then sucking it away.
“Remember how hot I am and how much you want me next time you go trying to shoo me away.”
He grinned, but it was clear he didn’t want to. That he was annoyed for not keeping himself completely on lockdown with me.
Emerson tugged his jeans and underwear off. His cock stood tall, thick, hard, and so mouthwatering. I’d sit there and nurse it all night if he’d let me, just so I could feel something so pretty on my tongue.
He turned me around, then kissed his way down my spine. With each knot his lips touched, Emerson bent me forward slowly, until I was splayed out just like he’d said, chest against the red wood, ass in the air.
“Condom?” he asked. I could tell it was important to him to make sure we were on the same page with everything we did.
“I’m good without them. You’ve seen my results, and I’ve seen yours. I haven’t been with anyone just like I said I wouldn’t, and you rarely leave your house, so I think we’re good.”
He swatted my ass playfully. “Brat.”
“Damn, that made my dick twitch. Who’da thought?”
“The swat or the name?”
“The name, I reckon. Not totally sure.”
“Guess it’s a good thing you’re a brat, then.” Emerson sauntered to the counter and plucked a bottle of oil from it.
“First time I got fucked, we didn’t have lube or anything else. Hurt like a motherfucker. Was in a dirty stall at a rest stop outside Charlotte. I was eighteen and thought he’d have it.”
Emerson paused, his gaze penetrating me, trying to figure me out and see everything inside.
“It was okay. Like I said, it hurt, but I wasn’t injured. Just made damn sure I had lube with me the next time.” I chuckled. “Of course, now I know it’s possible to have good sex without lube. Lots of spit and stretching does the trick if you care enough to try. He didn’t.” Fuck, I was ruining this. Why in the hell had I said all that? “Sorry. Sometimes I just open my mouth and stuff comes out without me really thinkin’ about it. I’m sure this isn’t sexy. Pretend that didn’t happen and give me that pretty cock of yours.”