“Tell me to stop right now if you don’t want this.” He husks out as his tongue hits my neck. He licks over my skin with his eyes still boring into mine. I remain silent, still watching him taste my skin and his mouth tips up into his sexy as fuck grin. “Good answer.”
Then he opens his mouth and I watch as his white, perfectly straight teeth bites my skin. The groan that escapes my mouth sounds almost animalistic and I press my ass back into his dick, grinding hard. I don’t know what’s coming over me and it confuses the fuck out of me when my body reacts like this to him. I shouldn’t want this, he's Ember's brother.
I turn around to tell him to stop maybe? I’m not sure and I’ll never know because as soon as I’m facing him, his mouth lands on mine and we both open at the same time, letting our tongues fight out whatever conflicting emotions we have. One of his hands sinks into the hair on the back of my head, pulling me in tighter and the other slips into the front of my underwear. My hands start to move and they wrap around his waist and down into his underwear to cup his firm ass. He flips the front of my underwear down and I break the kiss to look at what his hand is doing to my rock hard cock. I watch as he wraps his long fingers around me and drags his hand up to the wide mushroom top. It’s an angry purple-red colour and I jerk into his movement.
“Fuck, you’re huge.” He moans as his finger wipes the bead of precum off the top. He brings it to his mouth and sucks it off.
I flip his underwear down and free his cock and watch as it springs out just as large and angry as mine. Emmett is shorter than me but his girth is wider. I grab his hips and press his cock against mine and we both groan at the smooth velvet contact. His mouth is back on mine and we devour each other as our cocks rub against our stomachs. I want to come all over him so badly and it fucking consumes me. He sucks my tongue into his mouth as he grinds his cock into my belly.
I want to taste him, I want to feel his hot cum spill into my mouth. I release the hold on his mouth and start kissing down his neck and onto his chest. I lick between his pecs and suck one of his nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. His head tips back and his moan reverberates off these washroom walls. I make my way down his abs licking and sucking them into my mouth and I feel his cock hit my chin. I pull my face back and look up at him briefly.
His eyes are hooded with desire and his plump, juicy mouth tips up into that grin, “you don’t have to do that…” He begins but I cut him off as my tongue slides across the head of his cock and I lick up his precum. He groans and presses in closer to my mouth. I open my lips and close it around the tip slowly.
A sudden knock on the door has us flying apart and pulling up our underwear. “Yeah?” I call out sounding every bit as shaken up as I feel.
“We’re closing up. You guys okay in there?” A girl calls out.
“Uh… yeah,” Emmett replies as he starts pulling our clothes apart. “My friend here just puked up his beers.”
“Ew.” She giggles, “hurry up or you’ll be locked in here tonight.” Then I hear her footsteps walking away.
We dress in complete silence and avoid any eye contact. That knock was like a bucket of ice water on my inebriated state and now I feel stone cold sober. After we’re dressed, I stalk over to the bathroom door, unlock it and open it wide. I look back and finally meet his eyes. They are just as closed off as mine and I’m glad for it because what happened in here tonight? I am nowhere close to being ready to deal with it.
7
I lie in this bed staring at my ceiling. The morning sun blares through the room but I don’t feel like getting up to close the curtains. Last night. I can’t stop thinking about it, how his mouth felt on me, how he tasted. I want more, so much more. But I know that was it, there won’t be anymore. The Travis I had on his knees and his mouth around my cock was gone in a snap. The ride home and the separating to our rooms after? Complete silence and no acknowledgment. I fucked up.
I fucked up bad.
I know I was drunk, that should be a pass right? I don’t do this shit, ever. I’ve dated chicks my whole life and yeah sure, I’ve found certain guys attractive. Usually dark, brooding guys who look like they’re either ready to kill you or themselves. Very Travis-like. I never acted on it though, I held that in, it was a phase.
Until last night.
Fuck me and my need to get out of the house and then proceed to drink enough to put down a horse. It’s just as much his fucking fault. The way he’s been with me all week? Touching me, being around me constantly, and fucking rubbing my back after a
