“G-green.”
Muscles like a rubber bands letting loose, I palm him through the pants with just enough pressure to earn me a gasp.
Nails like daggers dig into the back of my neck and his breath feeds mine, his panting like the sweetest non-narcotic shotgun.
It’s fucking good. So goddamn good.
What it would be like to have him exhale a cloud from between kiss-swollen lips for me to suck back. It’s almost like I can feel the burn in my lungs, the tang on my tongue.
“T-T-Tristen,” Emmett whimpers, his body shaking. “Wh-what’s happening-g?”
A wave of shame washes over me as his forehead falls back to my shoulder, hiding his face from me, and I lick my lips.
Focus on him.
“Um … what—what does it feel like?” I ask, my voice cracking. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No!” he chokes out.
I cup the head of him through the sweats and rub.
His claws in my neck dig so deep, he might have broken skin. “Tristen, I’m scared,” he whispers on a breath and mine catches.
“I’m right here,” I murmur back, my lips feathering over his ear. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“No!”
The corner of my lips tip up, but my chest is tight. My pants are tight.Fuck, my everything istight.
“Turn your head, Emmett. Kiss me.”
He whimpers and slowly rolls his head along my shoulder, lining his lips up with mine.
“Please, don’t stop.”
His lips touch mine, his tongue poking out to ask for me, and he gasps when we collide.
My palm grows wet, and his nails dig deep.
Holy fuck, I think he’s coming.
For a split second, he pants into my mouth, feeding me his orgasm like that shotgun I wished for, and I accept every piece of it. Every seared puff.
But then he freezes.
“Oh, my god.”
And then he’s gone.
Chapter 49
Tristen
I’ve paced this sideof the bathroom door for what feels likehours. Long enough that even Hatley got annoyed with me and left.
I don’t know what to do. Or say.
How do I not scare the shit out of him?
