33. Jonah

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

jonah

“Areyou sure you want to do this bare?” I double-check. I’m still cupping his face with one hand while the other works us both over with lube. Our foreheads are resting against one another, and if I weren’t so desperate to be inside him, to own his ass, I could stay like this until we both came. I’d mix our cum together and then lick it off his skin. I almost suggest that as an alternative, but he speaks first.

“I’ve never been more sure,” he whispers. “Are you?”

“More than sure.” I trust him, and I know I’m good to go, health-wise.

The moan he lets out rings in my ears, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. It’s so desperate. I love the noises he makes, and they only urge me to try to draw more out of him.

His mouth claims mine just as desperately, and he rises up on his knees so we can shift into position. I line my cock up with his hole, and when he slowly sinks down on me, I almost blow immediately. My hands fly to his hips to steady him.

I’m glad we’re face-to-face now and I no longer have to talk because I have no words.

Emmett grabs hold of the back of my hair and pulls my head back so I’m looking up at him. “I love how blissed-out you look already. I haven’t even brought out any of my moves yet.”

“Please don’t.” I breathe heavily. “Not yet anyway. I just need …”

He rotates his hips.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan.

He looks damn smug and proud of himself.

“You do know if you keep going, I’m not going to be able to stop myself, and then I won’t be able to get you off the way I want to,” I warn him.

“How do you want to make me come?”

“By pegging your prostate over and over until you come hands-free all over me.”

“Mmm.” Emmett licks his lips. “That does sound fun.” He rotates his hips again, taking me deeper and unraveling one of the last few threads of control I have. “You know what else would be fun? If you came inside me and then got me off with your hand while you stay lodged in my ass until you’re soft.”

That sounds like a quick answer, one I would gladly take if I weren’t so determined to get my way. My lips quirk. “Who do you think’s going to win that race?”

“With the way you’re basically trembling, I’m going to say I’ll win, and it’ll happen my way, but if we’re talking in the big scheme of things, we’ll both be winning when we unleash.” He leans in close to my ear. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

Now, I don’t even care how it happens. All I care about is that he gets what he wants, any which way I can give it to him.

So when he lifts up and then rotates his hips as he sinks down on my cock again, I thrust upward at the same time and hit his prostate.

Now, he’s the one trembling and letting out a string of curse words.

Our bodies come together over and over again as he bears down on my cock, and I push up into him. It takes no time for both of us to become frantic and find a rhythm. The only question that remains is who’s going to beat who to the finish line.

“Come on,” I say more to myself than him. I want to hold out. I want him to⁠—

Emmett makes this guttural sound at the back of his throat, and every muscle in his body tenses, but he doesn’t stop his rhythm. His cum splashes against my abs, and when he says, “Fuck, Jonah, I fucking love your fucking cock,” I get what we both want—for me to unleash inside his ass and fill him up with my cum.

My orgasm seems to last forever, long after Emmett’s done emptying onto my skin, but I continue to hold him close, each thrust upward getting further apart.

Just when I think I’m done, another ripple shoots through me, and I bury my head in his shoulder.

“All right, you win.”

I lift my head and smile. “No, you were right. We both won.”

Emmett’s blueish-green eyes are soft as he stares at me.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“I’m thinking I can’t wait to see where this can lead.”

“Funny you should say that,” I murmur. “I can’t wait either.”

I regret all my life choices, but I’m not going to let that show. I won’t let Benny win.

He’s already thrown his pencil across the room, given up on learning math about six times, and now he’s pacing my living room and yelling at his workbook while I pretend not to care.

I do care. Not only because I want to see Benny succeed, but because I’m finding teaching much more rewarding when he finally gets it. The thing is, sometimes he does it right, and then he could do the exact same problem again, and he’ll get it wrong. I don’t think it’s a matter of him understanding it and then not understanding it. It’s more that he’s not retaining the information.

He has his checklists with each step he needs to take to work through the given formulas, his calculator, his times table printed out in front of him. He doesn’t have to know any of them off by heart. He can refer back to them as many times as he needs, but that still doesn’t mean it’s any easier for him.

“You’re a stupid piece of shit, and who needs you anyway?” he keeps yelling.

“You do know that math doesn’t care if you hate its guts?”

“Are you sure? Maybe I can bully it into submission. If it didn’t fight so hard, it would be easier to solve.”

Yes. It’s all math’s problem.

“Math doesn’t change for anybody. Try it again, from the top of your checklist.”

He throws himself back in his seat. “I have no idea what Emmett sees in you.”

“Hey, now. Is there really any need to get personal? Your brother thinks I’m an eleven.”

Benny glances over at me. “I was still talking to the math.”

“Oh. Right. Carry on, then.”

“I totally understand what Emmett sees in you. I mean, you’re not my type, but I get it.”

“Thank … you?” I think? Not that I would want Benny to find me attractive, but nice backhanded compliment, dude.

“Hey, what did Professor Sinclair say when you told him you weren’t ratting us out?”

The change of topic doesn’t help his case.

“I didn’t word it that way, but I did let him know I was going to see if you could pass your statistics class with some help. You know, legitimate help. Not Emmett help.”

“And he was okay with that? From what I’ve heard of him, he doesn’t let any leeway when it comes to the rules. What if we’re doing this all for nothing and he tells the dean anyway?”

I want to reassure him that Silas won’t do that, but for all I know, he might. I trust him when he says it’s my class and up to me how I handle cheating.

“Are you just trying to prolong having to start from the top and running through your checklist again?”

Ben throws up his hands. “Duh.”

“You’ve got this.”

But as he starts going over it again, it’s clear that he doesn’t have it. He bangs his head on the table. “What if I can’t do this?”

“Then I’ll have failed you, and you’ll try again with someone else who has actual practice teaching those with learning disorders.”

“Are you trying to guilt-trip me into learning? So you don’t feel bad about yourself?”

“Is it working?”

He scowls. “Sadly, yes. I want Emmy to be happy, and apparently, you make him happy, so therefore, you need to be happy.”

“So start again.” I point to his checklist of steps.

He goes to get back into the work at the same time there’s a knock at my door.

“I’ll get it.” Benny tries to jump up, but I push him back down.

“It’s my apartment.”

“But we both know it’s going to be Emmett.”

Truth. Emmett went to go skate at his work, which is step one of getting back in shape for hockey, and said he’d come back when he was done. We’ve already spoken about this summer and how he’s going to go back to Vermont so both his older brothers can help recondition him. He made an offhanded comment about me going with him but then said it wouldn’t be much fun for me because reconditioning for him will be so grueling we’d never see each other.

But I mean, I’d see him more if I did go with him instead of staying in California.

I answer my door, and it is Emmett. He greets me with a wide smile and a soft kiss.

“Get a room,” Benny sings, but he hasn’t actually taken his eyes off his work.

“You’re not even watching,” Emmett points out.

“I can hear the slurpy kissy faces, and I’m not allowed to go to Harrison’s until I’ve finished this.”

“Still going at it, huh?” Emmett gives me a sympathetic look. Or maybe it’s a worried one. Because if I can’t get Ben to pass my stats class, he has to redo it all again.

“How was skating?” It’s my turn to change the subject.

“Umm, good.” He doesn’t sound too confident in that.

“Not great? Amazing?”

“It felt good, but I’m not sure yet if Fletcher really has the skills to get me to where I need to be. He’s used to teaching kids and teenagers, not pro wannabes.”

Ah.

Meaning, he might have to go back to Vermont sooner than summer.

“You do know if you had to go to where your brothers are to train, that I’d understand, right? I’d still be tutoring Benny whether you were with me or not.”

“Why would me temporarily going back to Vermont mean we’d be over? You wouldn’t even consider long distance?”

“Where did I say any of that? I just meant I’d support you if you had to leave. I want you to chase your dream.”

“Yes, you fucker!” Benny yells out, making us both flinch.

“What you call me?” Emmett snarks.

“I did it.” He holds up his paper.

“Did you check your work?” I ask.

He groans and goes back to it.

Emmett turns back to me. “I’m not saying I’m definitely moving back or going back right this second. Or next week. But there will eventually come a time where I’ll need to, and⁠—”

“And we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“You mean burn that bridge,” Emmett says.

Benny snorts. “You’re mixing analogies there, brother. Though with you, you could mean burning, literally.”

Emmett flips him off while I ponder what he means. The fire at San Diego that Emmett swears wasn’t his fault? Or a different kind of burning?

Emmett must see the sudden doubt on my face because he says, “He’s making fun of me. The reason Benny took me at face value when I said I started the fire instead of my roommate is because when we were younger, we both … might have been slightly obsessed with lighting things on fire. Just two little pyro twins running around the place.”

“We were so cute.” Benny sighs wistfully.

“I promise it was a phase,” Emmett says. “And I’m not lying about the San Diego fire.”

I wish I could say I didn’t need to hear that, but I did. Being blindsided by them once was enough for me to question my judgment when it comes to both of them. I don’t want it to be that way, but that’s the thing about trust. Once it’s broken, it’s incredibly difficult to get it back.

I want to trust Emmett again, but it’s going to take some time.

“Motherfucker,” Benny hisses. “I got a different answer this time.”

“It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it?” Emmett asks.

Benny lets out another string of “Fucking, fuck fuck.”

I mutter under my breath. “A long semester, honestly.”