Page 60 of Steady Stroke
Uncaring of the water on the floor, Emmett tugged Lincoln down, pulling them into what was becoming Lincoln’s favorite position—him on top, straddling Emmett’s thigh. Touching and kissing and rubbing against a man who made him lose his mind from a simple kiss.
Lincoln wanted more than kissing and groping over fabric. He shifted them so he was between Emmett’s legs, their erections rubbing together. An erection he’d been sporting for the last two hours, and he could finally find some relief for. Emmett moaned into his mouth, then shoved a hand into Lincoln’s shorts to squeeze the top of his ass.
Lincoln licked and sucked his way across Emmett’s throat, tasting sweat and soap. He rucked Emmett’s shirt up to hisarmpits, then dropped kisses across his pecs and abs, teasing the coarse hair around his navel until Emmett laughed and squirmed. His chin hit a belt buckle, and he looked up across Emmett’s body.
“Can I?”
Emmett seemed to melt at the question. “Yes.”
He couldn’t not ask, not with the scar confession still so fresh. Lincoln worked the belt, then fly, and Emmett raised his hips so Lincoln could tug jeans and boxer briefs right off. Emmett yelped, then started laughing. “Sorry, floor’s cold.”
Lincoln raised up enough to tug off his own shirt, then bent and took Emmett into his mouth. Emmett’s laughter dissolved into a long moan of pleasure that sent sparks down Lincoln’s spine. He worked Emmett’s length with his mouth and hands, teasing the foreskin in the way he knew made Emmett crazy. Took him to the back of his throat and swallowed. Sucked on his balls until Emmett keened.
His crease beckoned exploration, but Lincoln still had enough sense not to go further than they’d already gone. Not until they talked about it. He never wanted Emmett to resent anything they did together, or to feel like Lincoln had pushed him.
Except Emmett grasped the backs of his knees and raised his legs higher, exposing himself more. Lincoln licked a stripe up his dick, then met his simmering gaze. “Tell me what you want,” Lincoln said.
“I’m not . . . I mean, just, please.” Emmett panted the words, his control close to slipping. The request seemed both desperate and painful. “Please.”
Lincoln didn’t relent; he needed Emmett to say it. “Tell me.”
“Touch me, please. Down there.”
“Touch you . . . like this?” He pressed the pad of his thumb over Emmett’s taint and rubbed.
Emmett’s legs jerked. “Lower.”
Lincoln nipped at Emmett’s thigh and dragged his thumb down to rest against Emmett’s hole. “Here?”
“Yes, please, Linc. There.” The muscle flexed against his touch. “There.”
Lincoln really, really wished they were on a bed with lube handy so he could finger Emmett until he screamed, but he didn’t have that. Plan B. He bunched up both of their shirts and shoved them under Emmett’s ass. Emmett watched him with so much innocent curiosity that Lincoln almost warned him.
He was glad he didn’t, because the first swipe of his tongue over Emmett’s hole got a beautiful stream of cussing unlike anything he’d ever heard from Emmett’s mouth. Lincoln rarely indulged in rimming. Somehow sticking his tongue in someone’s ass felt way more personal than sticking his dick there, and it wasn’t exactly the most sanitary spot. But with Emmett he savored the sharp, musky taste. He devoured every gasp and groan and jerk from the body he was pleasuring—the most beautiful sort of music.
That tight muscle softened under his attention, allowing him to poke the tip of his tongue inside, and that got a very loud “Fuck!” out of Emmett. Lincoln rode high on Emmett’s pleasure, adding a single finger to his teasing, pressing in to the first knuckle. Emmett’s pleas became louder, more insistent.
His first time with anal had been topping, but Emmett was very clearly someone who loved having his ass played with. He’d be beautiful bottoming one day.
The idea of being Emmett’s first made Lincoln’s heart roll over and beg. He wanted that more than almost anything.
“Gonna come,” Emmett said.
Finger still inside, Lincoln sucked hard on Emmett’s cock.Emmett shouted. His dick pulsed, and his ass clamped down. Lincoln swallowed his load, catching a hint of bitter and salt before it was gone. He licked Emmett clean, then sat back while Emmett lowered his trembling thighs to the floor on either side of Lincoln.
Emmett met his gaze over his sweaty, very sated-looking body. He squeezed his ass around the finger Lincoln still hadn’t removed. “Guh.”
Pride heated Lincoln’s chest. “I’ll take that as a high compliment.”
“Love that.”
“Good.” He wiggled his finger just to watch Emmett squirm and gasp. “I loved watching you fall apart.” He kissed Emmett’s softening cock once more, then slid his finger out.
Emmett whined. “Kiss me.”
Lincoln slid up Emmett’s damp body, pressing their chests together. He nuzzled Emmett’s throat with his nose. “Not sure you want that, considering.” Not before Lincoln found a toothbrush. Or a mint, at the very least.
“I do. I’m curious.”
