Page 48 of His Temptation
“I want you so fucking much,” he growled before gently nipping at my lips.
I felt exactly how much he wanted me too. His cock was at full attention as he grinded against me.
I was still getting used to the feeling of being in a man’s arms, but I knew it was right where I needed to be. Having his hard body pressed to mine, hearing his low voice whispering in my ear, feeling his slightly calloused hands sliding along my skin… there was nothing sexier.
He kissed me again and pulled me away from the wall, guiding me out of the kitchen and down the hall. I knotted my fingers in his hair, and he squeezed my ass as we clumsily made our way to his bedroom.
Emery pushed me onto his bed and joined me there, his lips locked on mine and his wandering hands tugging at my pants. He moved down my body, kissing my stomach and down farther, pulling off my pants and freeing my cock.
This was the Emery I wanted… the one I’d seen in the hotel that night. Someone who acted on impulse and didn’t let his thoughts get in the way.
“I love how ready you are for me,” Emery murmured, brushing his lips across my swollen tip. The vibrations of his voice made me shudder. “How do you want it for your first time?”
I could barely speak. “What do you mean?”
His lustful gaze flickered up to me. “Do you want me to ride your cock, or do you want me to pound your ass?”
Holy shit. My ability to speak left with my ability to think.
Gripping my base, he teasingly licked the head of my cock, his gaze on mine. “You said you think you’d be a bottom, but if you want to try both, I don’t mind.”
“You bottom?” I asked, feeling light-headed. Probably because of the rush of blood to my dick.
“I flip,” he answered before slipping my tip into his mouth.
I fucking melted into the mattress. The warm cushion of his mouth combined with the pressure of his hand on my nut sac had my eyes fucking rolling back into my head. He swirled his tongue and glided his lips up and down.
“Cason?” he asked, freeing my cock from his mouth with a wet pop. I peered down at him. He was smirking. “Answer my question. Because I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”
That’s when I noticed his pants were pushed down and he was stroking himself as he sucked me. I hardened even more at the sight, something Emery definitely noticed given the widening of his smile.
I wanted to try both ways eventually, but the attention he was paying to my cock made my decision super easy.
“I want you to ride me,” I said, panting, finding nothing hotter in that moment than the thought of him grinding on me.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Emery said, kicking off his pants before crawling back up my body. “Because you have one hell of a dick.”
I grinned as my cheeks heated. I was never one of those guys who boasted about the size of their cock, but I liked hearing Emery praise it.
Emery opened the drawer beside the bed, and I chuckled when seeing Larry Lube still covered in duct tape and frowning in Sharpie. He placed the bottle beside my hip and tore off a condom from the pack.
“Do I need to…?” I struggled with how to phrase it. “Do I need to prep you?”
I’d watched enough videos to have the basics down, but porn often skipped over the real anal prep. My inexperience was embarrassing. I didn’t want to hurt Emery or do such a horrible job that it turned him off.
“Next time you can,” he said, dribbling some lube in his hand before reaching behind him. “I’m too impatient right now.”
Watching him finger himself right over me was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. His eyes closed and his head dropped back. His lips parted and his breaths came quicker.
“Put on the condom,” Emery rasped, looking down at me. He then lifted a brow. “You know how, right?”
“I may be a virgin, but I’m not completely clueless.” I snatched up the condom and tore it open. My hands trembled as I rolled it on.
“Okay,” Emery said, arching his back as he continued opening himself with his fingers. “Lube up your cock.”
I did as he said, relieved he was telling me what to do and not making me feel ashamed for it. I grabbed the lube and squeezed some into my palm before coating my dick. I was the hardest I’d ever been, and my whole body was insanely sensitive.
Just the smallest movement of his thigh on mine had my skin tingling, like I was a spark waiting to ignite. And he was the fuel.
