Page 15 of Wish Me Home

He fumbled briefly with the fly of my zipper, working it open and then slipping his hand inside. I wanted to cry out as his hand wrapped around me in my boxers, but his mouth against mine muffled any sounds trying to escape. It was a good thing too.

I shoved at his chest in a moment of desperation and borderline stupidity. The last thing I wanted was for him to be any further away from me, but I wasn’t about to miss this opportunity to see him with a little less clothing.

“Shirt off,” I panted the second he backed away enough for me to breathe.

He lifted it over his head and exposed that dusting of dark hair that I had spotted before. There wasn’t a ton, but it was enough that I’d still call him fuzzy and I wanted to rub my face all over him.

I’d wanted to pet him before, and the urge took over again. One hand ran up his chest, stroking him sensually. I brushed over a nipple and just like that; he was back on me. He pushed at the waistband of my jeans and boxers and I lifted my butt up off the sink enough that we could lower the material without much fuss.

I shoved at his sweats as well and he helped me to push them down enough that we both stood there with our cocks aroused and exposed. We ended up crashing back into each other and I gasped into his mouth when our heated flesh met and slid against each other.

His hand snuck between us, wrapping our lengths in a tight grip as he worked us both in a frantic rhythm. There was something about the simplicity of frotting, and the feel of another hard cock sliding against my own that always got to me.

I looked down and the sight of his cockhead rubbing against mine had tingles racing up my spine. “Goddamn that’s hot,” I panted. I pinched my eyes closed tight and focused instead on the feelings of it all. If I didn’t, this would be over fast, yet everything with Emmett had felt fast.

“Dammit, Cody. Look at me.”

My eyes popped open to meet his heated stare.

“I want to watch you come undone. Want to see what I’m doing to you,” he punctuated his words with a hard thrust of his hips that had my eyes rolling back. I had to remember that he wanted my attention, so I fought to keep my gaze on him.

His face was flushed, cheeks and chin graced with a fine dark stubble from the overnight growth. Sweat beaded his forehead which was crinkled with concentration. He bit his lip as he worked his fist faster, tighter around us. I let out the most embarrassing whimper.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted as his hips faltered. I looked down as I felt the rush of warmth wash over his fist and our lengths. It was enough to push me right over to join him as my balls pulled up and my orgasm shot up my spine. I stifled the groan that tried to force its way out of my throat or we’d be busted for sure.

Emmett collapsed against me, crushing me against the sink. The air rushed from my lungs in a whoosh. He chuckled against me as my exhale disturbed his hair.

Reaching around me, Emmett grabbed the sweater and wiped his hands off on it. My eyes widened in horror when I realized what he’d done. The whole reason we’d come back here was to prevent the possibility of a stain.

“But… the stain!” I protested.

He laughed again, tossing the hoodie behind me and grabbing a few paper towels to finish wiping us down. He pulled his underwear and sweats into place before raising an eyebrow to speak to me.

“Funny story. Your intentions might have been pure coming back here. No one said that mine were.”

I stared at him open-mouthed as he grabbed his T-shirt and slid it back on, covering up that delicious chest of his. Too bad I hadn’t really gotten the chance to appreciate it yet, but it was still fun to see it.

My brain caught up to me as a soft knock sounded against the door. “Cody?” My name was muffled from the other side and I cursed because I knew Giselle knew what was up. Another knock came, this time a little more forceful. “Come on, Cody. I said no funny business.”

Quickly I scrambled to get myself tucked back in and make myself presentable. I knocked over the can of club soda onto Emmett’s sweater, cursing as it soaked the material. Oh well, not like it was the priceless item I thought it was.

He grabbed the hoodie out of my hands before I had too much time to worry about it. He rolled it up into a ball to hide all evidence of stains and spilled soda. I was sure we still looked like flustered messes and there would be no hiding what really went down in here.

Emmett flipped the lock on the door and slid it open. Giselle stood there with her arms folded and a disapproving look on her face. She rolled her eyes when I gave her a sheepish smile. I was still leaning against the sink looking guilty as hell.

“Sorry,” I squeaked.

She uncrossed her arms and shook her head, ponytail swishing back and forth behind her. The corner of her lip ticked up as she tried not to smile. “You’re not. Don’t pretend that you are. Now get back to your seats, please.”

I nodded and pushed off the sink, brushing past Emmett and Giselle. I heard her laugh as I slunk back down the aisle. When we caught other passengers trying to do that, I didn’t think it was funny, but here I was doing the same. I guess I could see the appeal.

Chapter Eleven

Emmett

Tobefair,ithad freaked me out when we hit the turbulence. I hadn’t missed the heated glances Cody had given me since we boarded the plane, so when the coke spilled on my sweater I put a plan into action. I wanted the opportunity to touch him again. There were no guarantees that we’d make the time to see each other in San Diego.

Cody sank into his seat as I plopped into mine. A few other passengers turned to look at us as we made our way back. I swore we had been quiet enough, but maybe not. I shoved the sweater under the seat in front of me. There wouldn’t be a need for it when we landed, anyway.

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