“Cook dinner,” he said. “I’m trying to read.”
“Are you reading yaoi manga and sporting a hard-on at the dinner table?”
Cason choked out a laugh and laid his head on his textbook. “I hate you.”
“You hate me, huh?” I drizzled olive oil in the skillet once it was hot enough and dropped the pork chops on top. “And here I was going to treat you to a nice dessert after we ate.”
“What kind of dessert?”
I shrugged and seasoned the meat.
“Emery.”
I pretended to ignore him as I grabbed the sweet potatoes, washed them in the sink, and started to peel them. He stood from the table and came over, placing one hand on each side of me on the counter and pressing his semi against my ass.
“I don’t take bribes.”
Cason laughed and put his arms around me.
Crazy how normal having him around had become. It was mid-July, and I felt like I’d been with him for years—not months. We not only had incredible sex, but we also moved so easily around each other. It was what a relationship should be. Intimacy, communication, and trust.
I’d never had any of those things with Amber.
“Need help with the potatoes?” he asked against my back.
“Sure.” I gave him the peeler.
He stepped up to the counter and finished peeling them before cutting them into small cubes. I watched his fingers work the knife, saw the veins running along his toned arms. I wanted to kiss every inch of him.
“Am I doing it right?” Cason asked, catching me staring at him.
“It’s perfect.”
Pretty much everything about him was.
Chapter 19
Cason
Over dinner, Emery asked about my day. I’d taken that Saturday off to buy my textbooks, and I’d gone to the gym afterward with Ryan.
“How’s he doing?”
“Good,” I answered, after wiping my mouth. Pretty sure I had barbeque everywhere. “Lexi stopped texting him, and he saw on Instagram that she has a new boyfriend. He got kinda mad about her moving on so quick, but then he got a girl’s number from the gym and got over it. I think he made plans with her tonight.”
“He’s still young,” Emery said. “There’s plenty of time to find the right girl. He doesn’t have to settle right now.”
“What about me?” I asked, my stomach fluttering when his blue eyes flashed to my face. “Should I settle so young, or should I keep looking for my Mr. Right?”
I meant it as a playful little taunt, but his face fell.
“I’d never want you to settle,” he said, his expression grim. “I want you to be happy. If you decide you’d be happier without me in your life come August when you go off to college, I’ll understand.”
“That won’t happen.” My throat constricted as I thought of a life without him. “We started as a casual thing, but it’s more than that now. At least for me.”
“It is for me too.” Emery stood and carried our plates to the sink. “But I don’t want to hold you back, Cason. If you do decide to end things, I won’t stand in your way. I’m sure things will get messy once Ryan finds out, and if you’d rather end it before it gets to that point, I’ll respect your wishes.”
“Can we not talk about it?” The tightness in my throat spread to my chest. “I know it’s, like, inevitable, but I wanna be oblivious for a while.”
I wanted to enjoy the time with Emery where we were happy. Not stress about the future.
Emery nodded and washed off the plates. I got up and helped him clean the kitchen, knowing he wouldn’t be able to relax until it was done. I rinsed out the skillet and cleaned off the counters while he loaded the rest of the dishes and started the dishwasher.
“Can I have my dessert now?” I asked, flashing a toothy grin when he looked at me.
Emery ran a hand through his black hair and approached me, pushing me against the counter. Yep. I was turned on. That’s all it freaking took.
“Go get on the bed,” he said in a low tone, leaning forward to brush his lips along my neck. “And stay there until I’m ready for you.”
“R-ready for me?” Jesus, my heart was banging around in my chest like a drum. Emery took me from zero to a hundred in a second flat—that seductive look in his eyes, the sexy growl of his voice, and the heat of his body on mine.
“No questions.” Emery kissed my throat before pulling away, his blue eyes pinned to me. “Go.”
Excited beyond words, I rushed down the hall and jumped on his bed, jostling the once wrinkle-free comforter and making the pillows bounce. Whatever Emery was planning, I was pumped for it. He always got that sexy look in his eyes when he planned to fuck me good and hard, and my body was ready.
“Should I take off my pants?” I called out.
“No talking,” was his response from the kitchen. “And yes. You better be naked when I get in there.”
I chuckled and unbuttoned my jeans before sliding them down my legs and kicking them into the floor. I then took off my shirt and pulled down my boxers. My cock jutted out a bit, not fully hard but getting there.
And then I lay there, waiting.
A minute passed, maybe two, before I began to bounce my leg a little. Anticipating the dirty and amazing things Emery might do to me, I gripped my cock and gave it a slow stroke. I bit my bottom lip and heavily exhaled as I stroked my shaft.
“You better not be touching yourself.”
My hand stopped. “I’m not!”
I turned my head and saw the lube on the bedside table. We’d used all of Larry Lube already, so I had drawn faces on all the bottles we’d bought since then, calling them Larry Junior.
“He’s demanding tonight, Larry,” I muttered, tucking my arms behind my head so I wouldn’t touch my dick again. It was hard—literally.
“Were you really just talking to the lube?” Emery asked, standing in the doorway. He had a bowl in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other. A hand towel was tossed over one shoulder.
“I plead the fifth.”
He crinkled his nose as he smiled, and it was probably the cutest I’d seen him. I’d never use cute to describe Emery, but he appeared so boyish in that moment. It made my chest lighter, like the gravity around me dissipated and sent my heart floating upward.
“What’s in the bowl?”
Emery set said bowl on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed and hovering over me. “A surprise.”
“The only surprise I need is right here.” I reached between his legs and grabbed his dick.
“Move over,” Emery demanded, his lips twitching. He was trying so hard to keep a straight face.
I did as he said, giving him room. “It’s not fair that I’m naked and you’re not.” I pulled at his shirt for emphasis.
“Be patient,” Emery said, grabbing the whipped cream and moving closer to me on the bed. He shook the can, mimicking the action I’d much prefer him to do to my dick. “All good things come to those who wait.”
“Not true,” I said, grinning when he arched a brow. “You’ll be waiting a long time if you wait for something good to happen. You gotta take life by the balls and make it your bitch.”
“Take it by the balls, huh?” Emery cupped my nut sac as he kissed me, and I sighed against his mouth. When I tried to grab him, he pushed my arms back down. Breaking from my lips, he squirted the cream from the center of my chest and down to my belly button.
Goose bumps formed on my skin from the cold of it.
And then he dipped his head to lick it off.
“Shit,” I said, watching him lick down my abdomen.
He moaned against my skin as he kissed back up the wet trail, and I couldn’t help but take hold of the top of his shirt and pull it off. He cocked a smile as I threw it to the floor. I leaned up and kissed his broad chest, loving the light dusting of hair.
“Lie back,” he said, reaching for the mysterious bowl.
I obeyed and tri
ed not to bounce with eagerness as I watched him come closer. He took out a strawberry, and I stared, confused.
“You brought fruit?”
“That was a fantasy of yours, remember?” Emery glided the strawberry across my lips. “To be covered in whipped cream and strawberries.”
Man, that conversation was almost two months ago. I felt a silly grin cross my face.
“Well, it was technically you being covered, but this is nice too.”
Emery touched the fruit to his mouth before slowly biting off the end.
I stared at his sexy lips as he chewed. He then took the bitten end of the strawberry and ran it over my nipple. The combination of wet and cold over the hard bud sent an electric jolt to my cock.
“Like that?” he asked, before bending down and sucking my nipple into his warm mouth.
“Fuck, Emery. Yes. More.”
As he continued to suck one nipple, he took the strawberry and brushed it over my other one. The stimulation was out of this world. We were no strangers to foreplay, but this was unlike anything he’d ever done to me before.
He flicked his tongue against my beaded nipple faster, and I leaned my head back on the pillow with a groan.
“Want a bite?” he asked. When he placed the fruit to my mouth, juice ran down my chin as I ate it. “So messy.”
Before I could fire off a retort, he licked it off. He was so sexy in that moment I could barely think. Grabbing the whipped cream, he squirted some on both my nipples. The longer it sat, the more stimulating it felt. He dripped lube into his palm before gliding his hand up and down my shaft.
“Mm,” I moaned, my breaths coming quicker.
The attention to my cock, plus the cold whipped cream turning my nipples to fucking hard beans, had my head spinning. I felt like one of those bottle rockets from Trev’s Fourth of July party. My fuse had been lit and I’d pop any minute.
Emery continued stroking me, and when he lowered his head and licked the whipped cream off my nipples, I groaned so loud my voice cracked.
Overstimulated, my orgasm crashed into me without warning. I felt Emery smile against my chest as he pumped my cock faster, cum spilling onto his hand.
“Sorry,” I said, once it was over.
He grabbed the towel he’d brought in and wiped off his hand, a smile on his face. “Sorry for what?”
“Coming so quick.”
Emery kissed me, lingering on my mouth for several heartbeats. “Don’t be sorry. I love making you come.” He pressed his lips to my collarbone. “And there’s more where that came from.”
Once I recovered, he showed me.
Emery fingered my ass as he sucked my cock, and each time I came close to that edge, he pulled off until I calmed again. My abdominal muscles ached from the constant tensing and arching of my back. An hour passed before Emery finally took off the rest of his clothes and got on top of me, kissing the base of my neck as he stroked himself.
A condom was torn from the pack. Lube was taken from Larry Junior. And then Emery was pumping inside of me, his thick cock stretching me and filling me so fucking good.
“You’re so perfect,” he said, holding my cheek in his palm as he stared down at me, his dark hair falling into his handsome face.
I parted my lips as his finger grazed my bottom lip. He thrust again, then again, each one bringing us closer to that amazing release. But it wasn’t the destination I craved in that moment; it was the journey, all of these instances of staring into his gentle eyes as he moved inside me, all of his whispered words and the rasp of his voice when he said them. The intimacy.
I felt cared for. Cherished.
And god knows I cherished the hell out of him too.
“Emery, I lo—” The words caught in my throat as fear took over. It was too soon for love, and he’d probably think it was the whole virgin thing making me feel that way. “I’m gonna come,” I said instead.
“Then come, baby,” Emery said, burying his face between my neck and shoulder. His cock nudged my prostate, and my toes curled. “I want to feel you.”
As if he was a magician who’d just spoken the magic word, my orgasm slammed into me. I gasped and let loose a string of curse words, coming so hard I nearly blacked out. The waves of pleasure were still rippling through me when Emery faltered in his thrusts and groaned.
I kissed his temple and tangled my fingers in his hair as he rode the waves with me.
“Goddamn,” Emery said, his voice shaky. He pulled out of my ass but stayed on top of me. Holding me close to him. “That was…”
“Better than pizza.”
His raspy chuckle reached my ears. “Food on the brain?”
“Sex and food are man’s most basic needs,” I said, twirling a strand of his hair around my finger. “Are there any strawberries left?”
Emery rolled off me and grabbed the bowl from the nightstand. “Want whip cream too?”
“Oh, hell yeah. Load that baby up.”
He shook his head, and even though I couldn’t see his face, I suspected he was smiling. He squirted a little mountain of cream on the strawberries before handing me the bowl.
“Want one?” I asked, as he lay beside me, resting his back against the headboard.
“No, thanks.” But after a minute, he looked at the bowl and grabbed one.
“Thief.” I scooped some cream on my finger and dabbed it on his chin.
“Big mistake,” Emery said, giving me a devilish grin.
“Hey, I played football. I know how to tackle. You don’t wanna mess with me.”
“Oh yeah?” Emery grabbed the can and squirted it in my face.
I closed my eyes and wiped it off before grabbing a handful of the creamy strawberries and wiping it across his chest. That started a war between us. I laughed as Emery pinned me to the bed and sprayed whipped cream all over me. I tried to gain the upper hand but was instead left to his mercy.
By the end of the fight, we were both sticky but were smiling like crazy.
“Come on,” Emery said, getting off the bed and offering me his hand. “That shower is calling my name.”
“What about the bed?” I asked, seeing whipped cream, strawberry pieces, and juice all over his comforter and nice sheets. Shit. Mr. Organization and Cleanliness wasn’t going to appreciate the mess.
“It can wait.” Emery led me to the bathroom.
I stared at his naked ass as he went over to the shower and started the water. He was too gorgeous. And not only that, he was damn fun too. I would’ve never imagined he’d do something like that—making a huge mess in his bed. Not with his need for everything to be spotless. Pink marks streaked his torso from us rolling around, and white stuff was caked in his hair. One look at myself in the mirror showed me I looked way worse, though.
I grinned at my reflection.
Emery moved aside the shower curtain and stepped into the tub, and I stepped in behind him. Then, his arms were around me and he was pushing me against the wall, kissing me beneath the warm water.
I wished the moment would last forever.
***
“Mornin’, handsome,” Emery said, as I opened my eyes. I’d never seen him smile so much. He usually held things back, even when we were having a good time. I’d catch him about to say something, only to press his lips together and look to the side. Holding his feelings inside.
Now he seemed relaxed. Open.
Happy.
“Morning.” I yawned as I stretched my arms above me.
“You’re like a cat,” he said, still smiling.
“A lion,” I corrected, throwing an arm across his chest and nuzzling his shoulder.
“A lion cub.”
I snorted a laugh and tilted my head for a kiss, which he obliged. You knew a guy really cared about you if he didn’t mind your morning breath. And you knew the same about him when you didn’t mind his.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Emery asked, caressing my back.
“You.”
He smiled against my lips. “Cannibal.”
“Do you think cannibals who are banging give each other head?” I asked. “A lot of trust would have to be involved.”
Emery dropped his head back onto the pillow, laughing. “Where do you come up with this crap?”
“Saw it on Facebook.”
“Social media will rot your brain,” he said, pulling me closer.
“That’s such an old-man thing to say.” I smirked when his blue eyes flickered to my face.
“I’ll show you old.” Emery flipped me to my back and grazed his teeth along the base of my throat.
Then a sound came from the living room. A door closing.
“Dad?”
Emery froze. So did I.
Footsteps echoed in the hall.
Ryan had a key to Emery’s place, but I’d never expected him to show up unannounced.
Emery jumped up and rushed over to close the door, his bare ass filling my view. He grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from the drawer and pulled them up before tugging on athletic shorts over them. He gave me a panicked look before rushing out of the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
“Hey,” Emery said right outside the room.
Holy shit. Ryan had been just feet from the door.
“Did I wake you?” Ryan asked. “You’re usually awake at the butt-ass crack of dawn.”
I rolled off the bed and went to sit in the connecting bathroom, staying as quiet as possible.
“Didn’t sleep well,” Emery said. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. I don’t know… just thought I’d come hang out. I can leave, though, if it’s a bad time.”
Ryan wanted to visit Emery? Did he want more money or something? That was usually the only time he called his dad.
“Not at all,” Emery responded, shock clear in his voice. “I’m glad you stopped by.”
Their steps retreated farther down the hall, and I released a shaky breath. Looks like I’ll be stuck until he leaves. It could have been so much worse. He could’ve walked in on us in bed together.
My stomach turned at the thought.
Ryan learning the truth was inevitable. Because I had no intention of ending things with Emery. However, as I sat in the bathroom, hiding like some dirty secret, I wondered if maybe it would be better for Emery if we did end things.
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