I swirled my tongue along his base, sucking him before letting go with a pop and connecting with his eyes again. “Show me. Help me suck your cock, Emery.”
It wasn’t like me to say the words, but they felt right, they felt sexy and powerful as they rolled off my lips. I didn’t even blush, just gazed up at him as I lowered my mouth again, taking him inside.
Emery groaned, one hand finding the back of my head and the other wrapping around my wrist as he guided me.
“Use your hand where your mouth doesn’t reach,” he said, twisting my wrist a little, showing me how to move it in time with my mouth. When I pulled my mouth off and ran my hand over the wet tip of him, spreading my saliva all the way down to his base before I bent forward and took him inside my mouth again, he cursed. “Yes, God, yes. Like that.”
His hips pushed forward, slow at first before he picked up speed, and when he held my head in place and rocked into my mouth hard, I gagged.
“Goddamn, that was so fucking sexy,” he breathed, head rolling back again. I couldn’t understand how, my eyes watering a little from the feel of him in my throat, but Emery was only staring down at me like I was the one he came to worship and he was somehow on the other side of it, a lucky fool to be standing in front of a goddess on her knees.
I moaned, the sound vibrating through him as I took him as deep as I could. I held him there, letting him rock into my throat until I couldn’t breathe, my eyes watering more as I pulled back with a gasp.
“Fuuuuck.” He dragged the word out, his thighs tense, hand twisting in my hair. He was close.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced, to have him on the brink of ecstasy at my touch. He gently grabbed my elbow, the one tied to the hand on his thigh, and I understood what he wanted without him even saying it. I pulled that hand to join the first, working them both in time with my mouth. Another moan ripped through him, his hips flexing, the power I felt surging.
I used my hands to cover every inch of him, the parts I couldn’t reach, and when I could, I took him deep again. I didn’t know it was possible, but he was growing even harder in my grasp, the length of him stiff and firm. When I glanced back up at him, his eyes locked with mine for a split second before he squeezed them shut on a curse.
“I’m coming,” he groaned, and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I thought of pulling back, of finishing him with my hands, but he never pulled back when I was finishing. If anything, he gave me more. So, I did the same, and Emery guided one of my hands under him to where his balls rested. I cupped them, a little unsure, and when I rolled them, he moaned my name and rocked into my hands, my mouth, holding me there with another grunt as he came.
I loved it, the final rush of power, the way he lost control of himself in that moment as he caught his release. I tasted him inside me, a new taste that reminded me of my own on his lips the night before. And when he finished, all of his muscles relaxing as he looked back down at me, the sensitive tip of him slipping from my lips, I did what felt right.
I swallowed.
And Emery collapsed.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, almost a laugh as his back hit the bed. I wiped at the corners of my mouth and crawled up to lie next to him, resting my head on his heaving chest as he pulled me closer. “You killed me. I knew it.”
I chuckled, blushing now that the moment was over and burying my face in his chest. My mascara stained his chest, wet from my eyes watering, and I wiped it away with one thumb.
“You liked that,” he mused, tilting my chin up so he could look in my eyes. “It turned you on, being on your knees for me.”
“Yes,” I breathed, and he pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me with a stiff inhale, his hands sliding down to my ass and grabbing hard. He didn’t say another word, just kissed me until exhaustion took over, our eyes fluttering shut, bodies heavy and sated.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that before a knock sounded at the door, and Emery peeled me off of him long enough to answer. It was our Chinese food, but he just placed it inside the mini fridge, crawling back into bed with me and pulling the comforter over us both. I felt his hand move down my thigh, clicking the button on my leg until it popped so he could slide it off. He peeled the socks and liner off next, reaching over me to let them all drop gently to the ground, and then he wrapped his arms around me and tugged me closer.
“Goodnight, Little Penny.”
And it was. It was a very, very good night.
“Okay, well… erm…” Tammy fumbled through her thoughts as I sat back against the headboard, fighting back a laugh. “I feel like I should… okay, Cooper, when you engage in these kinds of… activities… with someone, you should be… uh… safe about it.”
“Tammy” I tried, but she kept going.
“There are condoms, of course, and you can also look into birth control.”
“You don’t have to give me the talk,” I told her, laughing. “Surprisingly, that was one thing my mother did manage to do. She was drunk, but still, she gave it.”
Tammy sighed in relief. “Oh, thank God, I’m sweating like a pig over here. Example forty-two of why it’s a blessing I never had kids of my own.”
I chuckled, amused at the difference in conversations between her and Lily that morning. Lily had asked for every detail, especially after I’d told her about how Emery had shown me how to go down on him, but Tammy was stuck in that weird zone between motherly figure and friend. It was actually quite comical listening to her try to stumble through it.
“So, now that we got that out of the way, how are you?”
She launched right into telling me about the new guy she was dating, thankful for the change in conversation after I’d confessed to her that I lost my virginity. It was almost nine in the morning, and I knew we needed to get going soon, but when I woke up an hour earlier, Emery had been gone — Kalo, too.
So, I practiced yoga, waking up a little less sore than the morning before, stretching through the aches still present in my thighs. I’d smiled the whole time, flashing back to the two nights before. I’d just had him and I already wanted more. I knew I’d never get enough, and when I laid back in Savasana trying to clear my mind, my thoughts continually drifted to him — his smile, his hands, his lips, his touch.
Tammy asked where we were heading next, and I was detailing our plans to go up the PCH when the door opened and Kalo flew through it, bounding onto the bed where I sat. She licked my face as I laughed, my eyes finding Emery’s as he dropped a paper bag from a bakery on the desk. I smiled, cheeks flushing from thoughts of the night before, but Emery didn’t return the grin. He barely looked at me before he retreated into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
My stomach dropped.
“Please, be careful, Cooper. That road is winding and there are a lot of tourists on it. Keep your eyes on the road and keep the music down, too.”
“We’ll be fine,” I promised her. “Lots of stops along the way. But Emery just got back, so I’m going to get off here and start packing up.”
“Okay,” she said softly. “I miss you, kiddo. You’ll let me know when you make it to Seattle? Like I said, I can fly up and help you hunt for apartments. Just say the word.”