“Just a little lick.”
“Why did I feel it in my toes?”
The thing beating wildly inside my chest flips over itself. “Was it a good feeling?”
His nod is slow, but his breath is not.
“Y-yeah,” he murmurs out breathlessly.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
The black center of his eyes swallows up all the remaining color, and he tugs on the leash with a husky, “Yes.”
My eager groan swirls around us and I jerk forward, tongue stuck out and leading the way back to him.
His gasp is audible when I connect with his sensitive head, tongue twirling around to lick at the underside of him.
“Oh.”
Humming, my lips stretched wide, I swirl around the tip, collecting his flavor and swallowing every drop he gives me.
“Tristen,” he moans, and curls around me, making my balls draw all the way up. “I’m … it’s—what is—oh, fuck.”
His hands are in my hair and twisted in the shirt as he explodes on my tongue, flooding my mouth with his cum.
It’s so sudden and unexpected that I sputter, some of it dripping down my chin, the bitter taste hard to swallow.
“Ohhhh,my god. Oh, my god. Oh,godI’msofuckingsorry.”
Emmett jerks back from me, his hands held up in surrender as his chest pumps wildly with his breath. Even his eyes have gone wide, his pupils shrunk and pulsing.
I canfeelthe wave of anxiety that radiates from him like a goddamn tsunami.
“Hey,” I murmur, dipping my head to spit the rest of the cum in the tub. “Hey, it’s okay, bubbles.”
“Nooooo, I didn’t warn you or even expect that to happen or know what it was or—”
“Look at me,” I say softly, but stern enough to stop that rambling nerve from rolling him over. “I knew it was gonna happen. I asked you to.”
He shakes his head and covers his spent cock with both hands. “You didn’t ask for that.”
“Yes, I did.” I push to my feet, the water gone cold as fuck on my back, and lean in until our noses touch. “I’ll do it again, too.”
The gulp he takes is audible over the shower’s spray. “No way.”
I grin and turn away, shucking off my soaked shorts as I go, and step into the freezing water. My skin prickles with goosebumps, but it helps tame the raging boner ever so slightly. “I’ll even beg harder next time.”
Chapter 69
Emmett
My knees are knockingand not from the cold air seeping in through the curtain, my damp skin fully exposed, while coiled snakes stare at me from the expanse of Tristen’s back.
Did he just—
And did I just—
My stomach roils inside of me, my length wet at the tip.
