Chapter 17

It took an embarrassingly short amount of time to bring me to the edge. I’d gone a long time without sexual contact of any kind, and that played a part in it. But it was mostly Emmett, his mouth, his gorgeous eyes looking up at me, with the fire and the Christmas tree framing him.

“You gotta…if you don’t want it in your mouth—fuck!”

Emmett sucked hard, pressed his tongue into my slit, and I shot. The motions of his mouth as he swallowed made me roar, coming harder until I finally stopped. With one last lick that was almost too much for my sensitive dick, he pulled away, and made sure he held my gaze as he deliberately swallowed.

“Come here,” I growled as I reached for him.

But he just laughed and sprang to his feet, dancing out of my reach. I was hobbled by my open pants for a second, but I caught him in front of the fireplace. I kissed him, sweeping in my tongue to catch all the flavor of him and me mixed together. Emmett moaned and pressed himself against me.