Page 46 of Steady Stroke
Fingers threaded in his hair. Holding.
He jerked back, heart skipping too fast, and glanced up. Emmett’s eyes were wide, eyebrows arched up. He didn’t like Emmett looking so surprised. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.” Emmett touched his cheek, so gentle it almost hurt. “Can I hold your shoulders?”
“Yes.” Lincoln hated that he’d pulled back. He’d never had a problem with guys holding his head during a damned blow job before.
Emmett’s hands rested lightly on both shoulders. Lincoln kissed the inside of one wrist, grateful for the silent understanding—and for not asking deeper questions. He licked a stripe up Emmett’s length, savoring the burst of flavor and the sharp gasp from above. He repeated it several times, loving the way the foreskin slid with his tongue, taking turns to hide and reveal the glans. The teasing was so much fun he kept going until Emmett’s grip on his shoulders tightened, and he gasped out a nonsense demand.
So Lincoln had mercy and took Emmett’s entire length in his mouth. That shout was worth the effort of keeping him deep and swallowing several times. So good.His senses were keenly aware of Emmett—his sounds, his scent, every tremble and shudder that tore through his body. They fueled Lincoln’s attack with hands and mouth, taking a moment to suck on Emmett’s balls, tease the slit, nibble the edges of his foreskin.
The latter seemed to really drive Emmett nuts, so he spent a lot of time doing that. Licks and gentle bites while his hands worked his balls and teased his taint.
“Getting close.” Emmett somehow turned two words in a single whoosh of sound.
Lincoln pulled back and stood so fast his head spun. He tugged Emmett into a harsh kiss, letting him taste himself on Lincoln’s lips. Emmett dragged him to the bed, pulling Lincoln down on top of him, his spread legs cradling Lincoln. Lincoln spat on his palm, then lifted long enough to arrange their cocks together. Rubbed the spit on them.
Emmett wrapped his legs around Lincoln’s hips, pulling him close. Lincoln curled his arms around Emmett’s shoulders and started fucking. Their cocks slid together, eased by spit and sweat and precome, and nothing had ever felt more right. Emmett kissed and bit at his cheek, throat, and ear, losing himself to the sensation of their bodies moving together. Lincoln buried his face in Emmett’s neck and snapped his hips, desperate.
Desperate to come. Desperate to make Emmett come. Desperate to make this perfect for them both.
“Lincoln. Oh my. Oh please.”
He rutted faster, skin rubbing, balls slapping. Captured Emmett’s mouth in a harsh kiss. Pleasure zinged from his balls outward, electrifying his entire body. Never had sex been like this. Never. This was . . . indescribable.
“Emmett, fuck.”
Emmett came first on a desperate roar, his release slicking the way to Lincoln’s. White fire coursed through him,and he shouted his way through it. Every limb trembled with satisfaction, and he collapsed on top of Emmett, his entire world spinning away in a haze of pleasure and skin and the scent of their combined release.
“Oh my,” Emmett whispered. “Wow.”
Lincoln chuckled, then kissed the side of Emmett’s neck. “Yeah, wow. Big wow.” He lifted enough to see the results of their orgasms. “Damn.”
“It’s all you, Linc. I’ve never . . . not like that. It’s never been so intense.”
“For me either.” He kissed the tip of Emmett’s nose, enjoying the freedom to drop kisses on a whim. “No regrets?”
“Of course not.” Emmett’s slight outrage was kind of adorable. “I wanted this so much. Do you regret it?”
“Fuck no.”
“Good.” Emmett curled a hand around the back of Lincoln’s neck. “We’re doing this again, right?”
“Definitely.” Now that he’d had Emmett, he was hooked. A drug he couldn’t quit.
The ceiling creaked overhead, and Emmett’s eyebrows shot high. “Oh crap, Adrian.”
The mental image of Emmett’s jerk of a cousin listening to them having sex made Lincoln silently cheer. And made him kind of proud, because yeah, Emmett had lost his mind at the end and gotten really loud.
“Who cares about him?” Lincoln asked. “He’s probably jealous, because you’re getting laid and he isn’t.”
Emmett snorted laughter, the sound vibrating right through Lincoln’s chest. “You could be right. We should probably take a shower if we’re going to play any more songs together.”
“I don’t know. Seeing you wearing my come is pretty damned inspiring.”
“Even so. What if Aunt Beatrice comes home?”
Lincoln pretended to be put out by the thought. “If you insist, I guess we can clean up and get dressed.”
