Page 44 of Steady Stroke
Lincoln’s eyes went heavy-lidded, and his lips parted. “Tell me what you want?”
With a shuddering sigh that sent arousal rocketing to all parts of his body, Emmett let that questing hand shift lower, to the very top of Lincoln’s thigh, thumb pressing into the crease of his pelvis. Lincoln shifted slightly, angling into the touch, never breaking eye contact. They’d been building to this for days. An inevitable outcome for two men who were incredibly attracted to each other.
Emmett wanted Lincoln with a ferocity he couldn’t explain and it kind of scared him. “You” was all he could manage to say. “Please.”
“Please” seemed to do it every time.
Lincoln inhaled him in a kind of kiss Emmett had never experienced before. A claiming kiss that was all lips and tongue and wet and promise. Emmett pressed the heel of his palm over the hard length of Lincoln’s erection, and Lincoln growled into his mouth. A growl as seductive as it was fierce, because it pushed a bunch of Emmett’s buttons.
And as much as he wanted to stay inside their kiss and live there forever, Emmett wanted something else more. Something he’d craved and missed and needed now before he exploded from the want.
He ripped away from the kiss, his lips damp and already missing Lincoln’s, and then slid to his knees in front of Lincoln.
Lincoln stared down at him, cheeks blazing, panting through his open mouth. When he finally caught up with Emmett’s train of thought, his lazy grin nearly undid Emmett. Lincoln popped the fly button on his shorts, then leaned back on his palms. Emmett pulled the zipper with shaky fingers. Lincoln lifted his hips long enough for Emmett to tug his shorts and briefs down to his ankles, and then Emmett’s entire world was the long cock in front of him.
He’s so much bigger than Eric.
By several inches, at least. Eric’s small penis hadn’t bothered him in the least back then, becausepenis.Now he worried that his lack of experience sucking bigger dicks was going to end in choking embarrassment.
Lincoln cupped his chin, that lazy smile still in place. “Don’t overthink it, babe.”
“I’ve only . . . with one . . .” He wasn’t sure what he was saying, because he didn’t want to mess up, but he also didn’t want to bring another guy into bed with them. Not even in the comments section.
“You’re about to go down on me,” Lincoln said, so much gentleness and adoration in his lyrical voice. “It’s going to be amazing because it’s you.”
Emmett would have melted into a puddle of goo if he didn’t have something more important to do. He wrapped his left hand around the base of Lincoln’s cock, watching how Lincoln’s nostrils flared at the touch. Emmett maintained eye contact as he flicked his tongue out, receiving his first taste.
Lincoln hadn’t thought anything could be sexier than Emmett going to his knees in front of him. Then Emmett exploded thattheory by looking directly at him while his pink tongue swiped across the head of Lincoln’s cock for the first time. Something deeper, stronger than arousal surged through him at that first touch. It seeped into his pores, his bloodstream, every nerve ending and cell.
Mine.
Emmett sucked the crown into his mouth, and Lincoln’s arms trembled, no longer wanting to support him. The wet heat around his cock threatened to send him to the moon, and he relaxed into the beautiful way Emmett played notes on this part of his body. He collapsed onto his bent elbows, desperate to see every moment, while his body wanted him to shut his eyes and surrender to the gorgeous melody that was Emmett blowing him.
His Emmett.
Blowing him.
So good. Lincoln’s balls drew up way too fast, warning him how good it was. He ran his fingers through Emmett’s soft brown hair, enjoying a brief discovery of almost black roots, then tapped his cheek. “Too close, babe.”
Emmett pulled off, his damp lips slightly puffy and so goddamn sexy. His eyes were bright, his cheeks red; he looked like someone who truly loved what he was doing. “You don’t want me to get you off?”
Oh yes, he did. “Not yet. Wanna suck you first.”
A new hesitation in Emmett’s expression sent all kinds of weird feelings through Lincoln’s stomach. Emmett had said that he and his high school hookup had progressed to blow jobs—but not who blew whom. Anger rocketed through him. If that Eric jerk had let Emmett blow him without returning the favor, Lincoln would hunt the asshat down and shove his size-thirteen shoe so far up his ass he’d choke on the shoelaces.
Emmett climbed back up to sit by him on the bed, extrainches of distance between them now. “Are you angry at me? Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” Lincoln curled his hand around Emmett’s, grateful that he didn’t pull away. “Sorry, my brain spun away on me. You’ve had a blow job before, right?”
“Of course. I told you I had.”
“Okay. Then why did you seem so hesitant about me sucking you?”
Emmett flinched, his stained cheeks no longer red from exertion but . . . something else. Shame? “I want you to, but . . .”
Lincoln shifted so he was facing Emmett full-on, concerned now. “You can tell me anything, Em, I swear. I won’t laugh at you or judge you.”
“I know. It’s just . . . you’ve probably noticed I wear jeans all the time, despite the fact that it’s mid-ninety degrees out most days.”
