Page 47 of Crossroads
He growls and then flips us again, so I’m flat on my back, and he’s back in control. We’re both leaking like crazy, and it’s leaving us slick as we move together, but it’s not enough. I reach for the lotion I use to jerk off in my side table and quickly squirt some on my hand, wrapping it around us both.
He lets out the sexiest fucking moan I’ve ever heard, his head tipping back, and I lean up to lick the prominent veins protruding from his neck while I stroke us both. “Fuck, that’s so fucking good,” he says, and I agree, directing his mouth back to mine.
His lips find mine as he leans down, giving me a better grip on our thick shafts. I stroke us, my entire body on fire and racing toward the finish line. I don’t want it to end, but I’m starting to ache with the need to come.
“Come with me,” he says, his hips thrusting against me, sending his cock along mine, making me hiss in pleasure. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” I grit out, stroking us faster and harder until my back bows off the bed, forcing my body closer to his, and I let go. My cum sprays between our bodies, and then it’s joined by his. His body goes rigid on top of mine as he pushes against me, our cocks pressing together, both of us lost in the pleasure until we’re both too sensitive to move, and he collapses on top of my chest.
“Holy fuck. I’ve never come so hard,” he says, and I laugh lightly, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.
“Neither have I.”
“You really think we can get this out of our system?” He seems almost dreamy now, his hand dragging along my arm as our spent, wet cocks remain trapped between our bodies, the sticky mess a little uncomfortable but not unbearable yet.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “I don’t know how we can get tired of this.”
“Yeah,” he says thoughtfully. “We should shower.”
I know he’s just changing the subject, and I’m grateful for it. I know we don’t make sense. Hell, the thought of telling anyone about us scares the hell out of me. Whether I’m proud of that fact or not, it doesn’t make it any less true.
“Come on,” he says, sliding off me and then the bed, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the bathroom. I follow, looking at the tiny shower stall and then at him. He laughs. “That’s the smallest shower I’ve ever seen. Don’t know if we’ll both fit.”
Honestly, that’s just unacceptable to me. I’ve never felt clingy after sex before, but that’s exactly how I feel right now as I step forward and turn on the spray. “We’ll make it work.”
I don’t want to admit it right now, but I’m kind of glad it’s a small shower. I tug him into the stall with me and relish the way he wraps his arms around me. I lean back into him and barely manage to let him go long enough for us to wash up, stealing kisses as we go.
Our dicks are both hard again in no time, and I’d love to drop to my knees and taste him again, but there’s simply not enough room.
We get off together though, both of us reaching between our bodies and stroking each other until we’re crying out into the other’s mouth, spraying cum between us and getting all dirty once again.
After we’re finally squeaky clean, we dry off and both dress in our sweats before lying back down on my bed. I feel restless and uneasy because I know he’s about to leave and I don’t want him to.
When did I become this needy person?
“Kelly said there’s a street dance next week,” he says as he lays his head on my chest, and I hold onto him. Silently wishinghe would stay, but I also have no doubt Logan will be up at dawn and might even go looking for Emerson first. My little brother is definitely a fan.
“Yeah. You want to go?” I ask and realize somewhere in the back of my mind, it kind of sounds like I’m asking him out on a date.
Do I want that?
Everyone from town would be there. I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet and hate that I’m starting to panic.
And that Emerson clearly picks up on it, his eyes zeroing in on me. “Why don’t we see if Millie wants to go too.”
He’s giving me an out. It would be just three friends going. And like the coward I am, I take it.
“Yeah. Sounds good.”
He studies me closely and then kisses me softly before scooting off the bed. “Good. Never been to a street dance before.”
I scoot to the edge of my bed and smile. “How do you city people even live?”
He grins and then winks at me. “Show me your world, country boy.”
My heart flutters embarrassingly in my chest when I nod and then he kisses me one last time before he sneaks out of my room and back to the house.
I lie there for a long time, trying to go to sleep but feeling like something is missing.
