Chapter 26

Chapter

Twenty-Six

EMERSON

I close the door behind us as Cy, and I walk into my bedroom. Uncertainty hangs in the air between us as we look at each other. Years of friendship could be on the line depending on how this conversation goes because once I lay everything out, he has the power to break me.

“Who’s going first?” He runs the barbell of his tongue piercing over his lip as his gaze darts to me and quickly away.

I huff out a laugh. “I’m scared.”

“Me, too.” But his hand slides over mine and squeezes hesitantly.

We usually come together in a potent clash of blood, pain, and adrenaline. Our shared moments are fueled by his need for violence and my ability to give him what he needs. I’m strong enough to stand in the eye of his storm without breaking.

The longer we stand here in silence, the harder it’ll be to rip the band aid off. “I have feelings for you. I’ve had them for a while.”

His eyebrows lift to his hairline. “How long?”

“Years.”

“Before anything happened between us?”

“Yes.”

“Why haven’t you said anything before?”

I shrug. “I didn’t want to fuck anything up. It seemed like what we were doing was what you needed.”

“What do you need?” he asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Bullshit. You know everything.” He steps into my space, looking up at me with a challenge lighting his eyes. “You’re just too scared to say it.”

“What about you?” I step up to him. “Are you ready to hear what I want? What I need? Or are you going to run as soon as it feels too real, too heavy? ”

It’s my biggest fear, that he’ll fall in with me in the heat of the moment only to turn around and run as soon as he has time to overanalyze it. Because it hurts when I feel him crawl in my bed after battling his demons while he sleeps only to wake in the morning and find him gone. Not that I’ll admit that. At least not now.

“I’ve always been ready.”

His lips are so close to mine. Never once in any of our shared moments have we kissed. I ache to feel my lips pressed against his.

“In my dirtiest dreams, I push you down onto your back and spread you apart. You open for me, taking everything I give you until you beg for my cum to fill you. You whimper my name while I jerk you in tempo with my cock in your ass.”

I wrap my hand around his throat, pressing lightly on the sides of his neck as I walk him back toward the door. He’s always been in the driver's seat with us, but this time, I am. If we’re doing this, I’m leaving it all on the table.

“What do you think about that?” I ask, pressing our bodies together.

A thousand lifetimes pass between us in seconds as our eyes stay locked. I don’t know who moves first, but our lips meet in a powerful clash of years of denied desire. We’re lips and tongue and teeth as our mouths duel.

His fingers grip my waist before tearing my shirt over my head. I follow suit, pulling his off as he walks me backward toward the bed. My cock strains against the denim of my jeans. Thankfully he’s just wearing sweatpants so pushing them down takes no effort. He works my jeans down and both of us kick our legs free of our pants before landing on the bed.

I roll on top of him, one knee on either side of his hips as I rock against him. I fucking love the way his cock feels rubbing against mine. He reaches between us and fists our cocks together in his hand. I watch as we jerk together, already so sensitive to his touch.

He reaches for the drawer in my bedside table and feels around for a bottle of lube. As soon as he finds it, he tosses it on the mattress beside him. I hear nothing except the pounding of my blood in my ears and the pop of the cap as I open the bottle. He jumps as the cold liquid hits his heated skin, sliding down his crack and onto his balls.

I gather it with my fingers and tease his tight hole. He arches his back, making access as easy as possible for me. My cock swells as I slide a finger inside him. He groans as I take my time pressing in and out, slowly massaging his prostate .

With my other hand I fist his cock, playing with the barbell on his tip. I fucking love that piercing. I love all his piercings and tattoos. He tenses with pleasure when I add a second finger, gently spreading him open so he’ll be able to take me with ease.

After I pull my fingers from him, I coat my dick with lube. I’ve been wanting this too much to not be perfectly prepared to take care of both of us. He pulls me down for another feral kiss. His primal nature clashing against my own.

“Look at my eyes when I fill you up.” I say as I break the kiss and straighten.

Once I’m notched at his hole, I push my way in slowly. Every inch of me feels every inch of him. My vision goes dark around the edges with pleasure as I bottom out inside of him.

“Fuck, baby. You’re a perfect fit.” My eyes meet his as I pull back out. “I’m going to make you beg for my cum.”

I thrust inside him, drunk off of the way his lips part and his back arches off the bed. His eyes look black as he stares up at me, moans and grunts falling from his lips with every move I make. I grab his cock and spit on the head .

He cracks underneath me. “More. More, I need more. Please.”

“Not good enough.” I cup his balls and tug, absolutely obsessed with the way his dick jerks in my hand. “You love this, don’t you? Giving me control to use you? To fill you up. Maybe I should slip a plug up your ass to hold all my cum inside you.”

My cock throbs at that thought. I have to draw a deep breath to fight back my own orgasm. He grabs my wrist, his grip incredibly strong.

“I need you now. Use me. Fill me. I’m yours. I just need us to come together.” He squeezes his muscles around us, bearing down and making my vision go white for a moment.

Holy fuck, this feels so goddamn good.

As soon as I see the first hot rope of cum eject from his tip onto his quivering abs, I lose my own control. My cock surges inside him, pressed as far in as I can go. The room is nothing but grunts and panted breaths. Pleasure explodes from my balls and ricochets through my body as I paint his insides with cum.

I don’t pull out until the last tremor subsides. He drops his legs but doesn’t move otherwise. The lights blind my eyes as I walk into the bathroom to wet a washcloth for us to clean up with. It takes a minute for the water to heat up, so I spend the time studying my reflection and wondering what tonight will mean for us.

We were supposed to have a conversation about our relationship. Instead, it ended up with me topping him for the first time. Somehow everything always turns physical with us. Is it a good thing? I don’t know the answers to that. This was a breakthrough of sorts, but we still have so far to go.

I run the cloth under the water and clean myself off. Then I grab another cloth and get it wet before carrying it out to take care of Cy. He’s lying there so still that I wonder if he already fell asleep. Then he opens one eye and spreads his legs apart for me.

The sight of my cum leaking from his ass is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. So hot that I actually do consider scooping it back up and pushing it inside him. Instead, I take the towel and gently wipe him down, removing all the lube and cum I can so he’ll be more comfortable.

Once I finish cleaning him up, I opt for quiet cuddling and sleep instead of trying to continue our talk. There’s plenty more time for us to explore where the future is going. Especially with the addition of Harper.