Wilder must’ve had the same thought because less than a second later, Wilder was kissing him, lips meeting Emmett’s with a hunger he felt deep inside him.
He pulled back with a gasp, blinking up at Wilder, who was looking at him with dark, hooded eyes. He wasn’t breathing as Wilder flicked open the button on his jeans, then reached for the zipper pull. He felt Wilder’s gaze on him and looked up, his lips parting on a silent breath as he found himself caught in dark eyes.
He needed his clothes off. He needed to feel Wilder’s skin against his.
He stepped on the backs of his shoes to get them off, then shoved down his jeans, stepping out of them to Wilder’s appreciative hum. He swallowed, tongue poking out to wet his lips.
“Fuck,” Wilder groaned, closing the gap between them and putting a hand on Emmett’s chest.
Wilder’s warmth seeped into him, his heart racing as he was pushed backward. A few steps and he bumped into the bed, and that hand didn’t leave him as he sat down, then scooted back up the bed, Wilder hoovering above him with those dark eyes staring at him as if he was his next meal.
“Remember when we danced, and you got paint all over me?”
He snorted, giving Wilder an incredulous look.
“That was all you.”
Wilder’s wicked smile sent a flurry through his belly.
“Maybe.” Wilder ran his nose along the side of Emmett’s neck, teeth scraping the underside of his jaw. “You signed something to me that day.”
He hummed, barely able to focus on Wilder’s words when he could feel the man’s hard length against his inner thigh.
Lips pressed against the spot below his ear that always sent a shiver through him, Wilder’s breath against his skin scorching as he whispered, “I know what you said.”
He froze, breath stuck in his lungs. Oh fuck.
Wilder pulled back, caging Emmett in his arms on the mattress, the wicked look in his eyes making his pulse skyrocket.
“I told you I’d figure it out.”
“Fuck,” he blurted out, frantically looking from side to side in search of an escape.
He rolled onto his front in an attempt to crawl out from under Wilder, but big hands grasped his hips and jerked him back, bringing his ass against Wilder’s groin. He felt just how much Wilder wanted him, and once Wilder’s weight on his back pressed him into the mattress, he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning, though there was no holding it back once lips found the side of his neck.
Hands slid down his back, and he couldn’t resist arching into the touch, loving Wilder’s deep groan. A second later, he was on his back, looking up at Wilder.
“Distracting enough for you?” Wilder asked, his voice a deep rumble that made Emmett forget how to breathe.
A smile teased his lips as he reached up to run his fingertips over Wilder’s lips. “If you’re trying to make me regret what I said, you’re not doing a good job of it.”
Wilder’s low chuckle had his eyes falling shut as he let it wash over him. He loved that sound.
“Why would I make you regret saying I’d distract you more if I were naked and my mouth was busy?”
Heat filled Emmett’s cheeks. Fuck. Hehadsigned that, hadn’t he?
“I guess we should test it out,” Wilder said, making Emmett’s eyes snap open just in time to see Wilder lower his head between his legs. Wet heat closed around his cock, a slew of curses flyingout of him as he grabbed a fistful of Wilder’s hair, holding on as the man fucking devoured him.
Wilder sucked him deep into his mouth, those slurping sounds sending a flash of desperate need through him. This incredible man made his body burn with desire. He made him yearn for his touch.Every slide of his hands, every tug on his hair, every press of his lips undid him. Wilder unraveled himuntil he was laid bare before him. Wilder owned his heart. His soul. His body. He belonged to Wilder.
He felt his orgasm building steadily and knew he needed to stop it. He needed Wilder to come with him. He needed them covered in each other’s come.
He threw a hand toward the nightstand, a frustrated groan pushing past his lips when he couldn’t reach the drawer. The heat around his cock disappeared, and then Wilder was crawling up his body, reaching across the bed to grab the bottle of lube out of the drawer.
Emmett ran his gaze down Wilder’s body, those endless abs leaving his mouth dry.
Wilder’s cock had a drop of precome on the tip that he needed to taste. He reached for Wilder, fingertips brushing over two of the piercings, Wilder’s hiss-turned-groan making him smile.
