Page 71 of Steady Stroke
“So do you.”
Lincoln rolled off long enough for them both to get naked, then reassumed his kneeling position over Emmett’s hips. Their erections pressed together against Emmett’s belly, balls dragging. Lincoln jacked them both lightly. “What do you want, Em?”
Emmett shook his head. “What doyouwant?”
He wanted to fuck Emmett, but his stuff was back in his room. There were other ways to get off in a similar way, though, that didn’t require penetration. Until he got his hands on a damned condom, they’d have to get creative.
Lincoln slid down Emmett’s body and took him into his mouth, because for some reason he hadn’t done that yet today. He worked Emmett until his thighs were trembling and he was a panting mess. Then he rolled him onto his left side so Lincoln could curl up behind him. He’d been messy enough that the tight space between Emmett’s closed thighs was damp and slick, and Lincoln slid his cock into that heat. His head nudged at Emmett’s balls, making him gasp.
Then tense up.
He tilted Emmett’s head back and kissed his exposed throat. “I’m not going to penetrate you, I promise, Em.”
That tension bled away. “I know, sorry.”
“It’s okay. This is pretty close to the real thing without going there.”
“Yeah.” Emmett stroked his hip. “Make us both feel good.”
Lincoln set a slow, steady pace with his hips that he kept in time with his hand on Emmett’s cock, jerking him as he fucked between his thighs. Rubbing against his balls and taint.Creating a perfect friction that sent pleasure spiraling out to all of Lincoln’s nerve endings. They moved together, hands touching, pinching, stroking. Sending them both higher and higher, cresting that wave.
Emmett spilled first with a soft gasp, then twisted his head to kiss Lincoln hard. He squeezed his thighs, and little lights winked behind Lincoln’s eyes. “How do you want to finish, Linc?”
He wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted until he said it. “In your mouth.”
“Okay.”
Emmett untangled them, knelt by Lincoln’s hips, and sucked on the head of his cock. The pressure made his hips jerk. When Emmett tongued the slit, his balls drew up tight. Release so close. Then Emmett closed his pretty pink lips around Lincoln’s cock and slid down, taking him as deep as he could, and that was it. He tried to shout a warning, but Emmett seemed prepared.
He swallowed the load with greedy gulps, then licked him clean, never losing a wicked smile that did funny things to Lincoln’s heart. Instead of cuddling with Lincoln, though, he sat next to his hip and traced circles around his navel.
“What are you thinking about?” Lincoln asked.
“Sex.”
The totally reasonable way Emmett said that made Lincoln laugh. “Shocking. Anything in particular about sex?”
“Well, I think Friday proved that I like being, um, penetrated, and I want you do that to me again. One day even fuck me.” He tilted his head, cheeks staining. “I guess I was wondering about you.”
His stomach flipped. “What about me in particular?”
“Do you like being touched there? Licked? Do you, ah, ever bottom?”
“Yes to all three. I love being fingered, I haven’t had a decent rim job in ages, and I do prefer to top, but I’m versatile in bed. I’ve been fucked.” His voice went strangely high on that last part, and Emmett noticed.
“But it’s not your favorite thing.”
Lincoln tried to shrug, but it was hard lying down, so he sat up. Drew his knees to his chest, which he knew was a defensive posture but he couldn’t seem to relax. “No, it’s not.”
“Okay. I mean, it seemed like something we should talk about. Right?”
“Definitely. Everyone has likes, dislikes, and hard limits.”
“Hard limits?”
“Lines they won’t cross. Usually those limits come into play with rougher sex, or if you’re experimenting. Trying BDSM or something. But for some people, a hard limit could be not being fucked. Not everyone enjoys it, giving or receiving.”
Emmett’s eyebrows shot up. “How could they not?”
