Page 61 of Steady Stroke
Oh yeah, his Emmett was slowly showing his dirty side. Lincoln let his mouth hover over Emmett’s, not closing the gap. Allowing Emmett to rub their noses together. To make a choice to kiss Lincoln and taste himself on Lincoln’s lips. In his mouth. On his tongue. And he did. Lincoln barely kept himself from rutting his still-hard dick against Emmett’s groin, not wanting to cause discomfort in a still-sensitive area.
The kiss went on and on, until Lincoln thought he could maybe come just from that. Emmett pulled back with a pant and a gasp, his cheeks rosy, eyes bright. “Thank you. I don’t know why I was so scared of that. Why I never wanted Eric to touch me there.”
Lincoln stroked his bare shoulder. “Yeah, you do.”
“Yeah, I do. Same reason I hesitated for so long in crossing the bridge to penetrating him. Allowing him to touch me down there, much less what you did . . .”
“Too gay?”
Emmett flinched. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re breaking down those walls, Em. Accepting that loving rimming and being fingered isn’t dirty or wrong. It makes you feel good, and I love making you feel good.”
A bit of doubt still lingered in his eyes. “It seems so stupid now.”
“No one has sex the same, or at the same pace. And having a tongue in your ass is a far cry from a dick, so it’s not as if you need to jump straight from one to the other.”
“Would you want that? To, ah, penetrate me?”
Lincoln burned with the idea of fucking Emmett—being the first to fuck Emmett—but not anytime soon. Emmett needed to ease into this. Not physically so much as mentally and spiritually. If he crossed lines too fast, before he’d accepted that it was okay to do so, he might regret his choices. And resent Lincoln.
“I would like that one day, yes.” He kissed Emmett lightly on the nose. “Sometime in the future. In a soft bed. I want to do it right for your first time, Em.”
“If it’s with you, it’s right.”
Puddle. Goo. Melting.
He tugged Emmett up into a hug. They were both damp, sweaty, sticky, and kind of smelled like ass, but that was okay. All of it was okay. Perfect, even. Emmett was unlike anyone he’d ever known—a perfect combination of innocent and wicked, wide-eyed and intent. He wasn’t incredibly experienced, but he knew what he wanted. And for some ungodly reason, he wanted Lincoln.
The lights chose that moment to flash to life. Lincoln slammed his eyelids shut against the sudden glare and buried his face in Emmett’s neck.
Understanding immediately, Emmett ruffled his hair. “Stay here, okay? I’ll go get your sunglasses.”
He hated losing Emmett’s touch, but this was better than tempting a migraine. Emmett returned quickly and pressed the shades into Lincoln’s hand. He put them on, then blinked at a very impish-looking Emmett.
“I can’t believe I just ran naked through my aunt’s club,” Emmett said, before dissolving into laughter. “You are such a bad influence.”
Lincoln chuckled. “Guilty.”
“And you haven’t come yet.”
The sudden return of the lights had pretty much killed the mood and Lincoln’s wood. “It’s fine. You can return the favor later.”
Emmett’s eyes hooded. “Count on it. Come on, let’s get cleaned up. There’s an employee bathroom at the end of the hall.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it saves the cooks and bartenders waiting in line on busy nights.”
“Lead the way.”
As they cleaned up in the bathroom/janitor’s closet and righted their clothes, Emmett couldn’t stop marveling over the incredible gift Lincoln had given him. Emmett had touched himself there a few times while jerking off, but penetrating himself had always felt too dirty. Too gay. And even after he discovered that Eric enjoyed it during blow jobs, Emmett always refused to letEric touch him there. Just like Lincoln said, it was an invisible line into “too gay” that Emmett had created to justify what he and Eric did together while naked.
Emmett had no idea it felt like heaven to have a guy lick his rim, to penetrate him with his tongue and finger, and he could only imagine how incredible it would feel for Lincoln to press his dick inside. To fuck him for real.
He’d have bent himself over the janitor’s sink and let Lincoln take him if they’d had a single condom between them. He wanted it so badly. Wanted to give that final gift to Lincoln. Wanted Lincoln to show him this final thing, because while he’d really enjoyed fucking Eric, what he desperately needed now was to be fucked.
“Do you want to keep practicing in this heat?” Emmett asked. “Or call it a day?”
