Page 88 of Steady Stroke
“Ugh, I hate you,” Emmett said.
Lincoln chuffed laughter, his breath warming damp skin. “A promise is a promise.”
“You said whole body. You’re skipping parts.”
“We’ll get to them.”
“Grrr.”
“Did you just growl at me?” Lincoln nipped his shoulder. “That’s fucking hot.”
He growled again, because the shoulder attention had Lincoln’s boxer-covered cock rubbing against his crease. Lincoln instinctively rutted against him while he licked all around the back of his neck, nibbling the knobs of his spine, exploring his shoulder blades. He reached a hand between them to toy with Emmett’s balls.
Heat flashed through Emmett’s belly. “Please.”
“Soon.”
The warmth of Lincoln’s proximity left for the thirty seconds it took for him to retrieve the lube and condom from his side table. Emmett’s insides clenched at the sight of the condom, at once nervous and thrilled. He wanted Lincolninside of him, had wanted it for weeks, if he was completely honest with himself. Emmett had embraced everything else about himself, and it was time to stop hiding this part. Time to stop pretending he was somehow less gay by denying himself this.
It was time to be true to who he was. Time to love and be loved in return.
He nearly dumped Lincoln off the bed in his haste to turn and shift into a kneeling position. Lincoln grabbed his shoulder for balance. Emmett cupped his cheeks in both palms and held him still, trying to put the impact of everything burning hotly inside of him into his eyes and voice. “I love you, too, Lincoln. I do.”
Something tender and beautiful blossomed on Lincoln’s face. “Really?” He sounded so tentative and uncertain, like a child who’d been told Santa Claus was, in fact, real.
“Yes, really. I have for a while, I think, but I’ve never been in love before, so I wanted to be sure. I had to tell you. Before.”
Lincoln curled his palm around the back of Emmett’s neck. “Thank you for loving me.”
“You’re difficult to resist.”
He laughed. “You did try, didn’t you?”
“I was stupid.”
“No, you weren’t. You were caught between two worlds, Em. You had to find a middle ground where you could live and be happy.”
“And I have. With you.”
Lincoln finally kissed him, a hard press of lips that softened into a sensual exploration of each other’s mouths. Emmett reached into Lincoln’s boxers and began stroking his dick, swallowing the groan Lincoln released. Lincoln, in turn, thrust his tongue into Emmett’s mouth in time with his strokes, working each other until Lincoln ripped away.
“Fuck, getting close.”
Emmett released him so Lincoln could shimmy out of the last of his clothes. Emmett lay back, legs spread, and Lincoln finally—finally!—sucked his dick into his mouth. His last coherent thought about making noise fled at the hard suction on his flesh, the hand fondling his balls while the other fiddled with the lube.
A slick finger pressed at his entrance, rubbing hard without penetrating, while the attack on his dick continued. Emmett wasn’t sure what to do other than feel, so he closed his eyes and went with that. Went with the chorus of things happening to his body all at once. The wonderful pressure in his ass as that wicked finger slid inside. The pull around his crown as lips toyed with his foreskin. The delight of a palm teasing his sac.
So. Good.
Lincoln sucked him through two fingers in his ass, then lifted his hips and replaced those fingers with his tongue. Emmett yelled something, because oh my word, it felt so good. He held his legs up and back, giving Lincoln all the room he needed to lick and stab into his hole. To get him ready. He urged him to the edge over and over without letting him fall, until Emmett was begging.
Begging for what, he didn’t know, because words made no sense. All he knew was that he needed Lincoln inside of him right the hell now.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, begging like that.” Lincoln licked his nuts. “Can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Now. Please.”
“Say it again.”
