“Are you sure? The clock is ticking.”
“Please. Please, I want to.”
He pinched my nipple between his fingers, gaining a grunt out of me. “Not so bratty now, are you?”
As long as he kept going lower, I didn’t give much of a fuck about my brat status. I had limits. Needing to come so hard, I was damn near about to pass out was one of them.
I watched with bated breath as he pulled his hand away, spitting into his palm. I was panting, waiting for the first touch from him, holding myself against the counter in anticipation. When he pulled the band of my sweatpants away, sliding his hand beneath them, and took my cock into his palm, I yelped.
Fully. Fucking. Yelped. I couldn’t believe myself.
“That excited?” He taunted, slowly jerking me. “God, you’re so fucking hard. If I knew this was all I needed to do to shut you up, I would’ve done it forever ago.”
Each upstroke and downstroke kept me frozen in place, despite how badly I wanted to thrust into his hold. I tilted my head up, my mouth open as I moaned. “Daddy, fuck, please. Faster.” He felt so warm, and his grip was so comforting, so tight, I was sure I’d come with at least two minutes to spare.
Our lips came together, though it was more him breathing in my pants and moans than kissing. He nipped at my top lipjust as I groaned into his mouth. I licked his bottom lip just as he swirled his hand around the tip of my cock. It was a battle. A fight for who could claim who the most intimately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, damn near bending backward over the counter. My hips took a mind of their own, finally thrusting in time with his strokes, my back arching to get the most friction possible.
He pulled away, whispering to me. “That’s it, brat. So fucking needy. So fucking beautiful. Look at you. So fucking filthy and feral for me.”
I nodded, letting my eyes close and my head tilt back. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes, fuck.” I was so close. So fucking close. Just a little more.
“You gonna come for Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“You gonna come all over my hand and make a big, huge mess for me?”
“Yes!”
“Let go, Moon. Come for me.”
My grip around his neck tightened dangerously, pulling him as close as possible. I took in a deep breath, holding it as I thrusted desperately, over and over, riding every tiny little shockwave.
When I could finally breathe, my vision was a bit blurry, and Emerson was staring at me, a satisfied smile on his lips. “Good boy. Such a good boy.”
After everything we’d just done, that was what did it. A hot, deep blush spread across my cheeks, setting my face aflame. The oven timer went off, interrupting us. Emerson’s shoulders shook as he laughed, shaking his head. I looked to the side, not ready to meet his eyes out of embarrassment. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re very welcome, brat. Go put some new pants on. I’ll get the pizzas out for us.”
I shimmied to the side, running off to my bedroom. My cum was slowly turning cold in my pants, making this the second time I’d creamed my pants since knowing Emerson. I hadn’t done that this often since I was a teenager, freshly aware of what horny felt like.
Thank god he hadn’t pulled my pants down, though. That wasn’t a conversation I was ready for yet. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be.
When I came back out, he’d cut our pizzas up and put them on plates, setting them down on the dinner table. He smiled, his lips still red from me kissing and biting them. I liked it. I liked it a lot, actually. In fact, I likedhima lot.
Yeah, maybe romance didn’t seem so scary when it came to him. Not just the sex, but the easy conversation. The soft smiles and the belly laughs. All the times he’d shown up for me, ready to catch me if I fell. Everything felt so easy with him that it was borderline terrifying. Though the idea of getting close enough to him that he’d see even more of the inside of my brain wasn’t just borderline terrifying—it was paralyzingly horrifying. But maybe, just maybe, he could handle it, and I could survive it. Maybe.
Chapter Seventeen
I’d never triedto cut two pizzas with a hard-on before. First time for everything, right? Becausefuck, I was so hard I was worried my cock was going to rip through my jeans. They were new, too, so it would be double the tragedy if that happened.
Hearing Moon moan like that for me had changed something inside of me. Just one word, and I’d had to hold myself up to keep from melting and falling to the floor. Feelinghimmelt againstme, though? Made the effort so fucking worth it.
God, his mouth. His filthy, bratty, gorgeous fucking mouth was going to run my dreams like it owned them. The way his lips parted so beautifully, his tongue begging for just the tip of my thumb, his mouth salivating for it, dripping so good for me in preparation… How was I supposed to focus when all I could think about was tasting him again? He always tasted so sweetwith just a bit of spice. I wanted to see his eyes flutter with lust again, his body so overwhelmed with pleasure I gave him, that he could do nothing but take it.
I finally managed to get both pizzas sliced appropriately, transferring them to a plate and bringing them to the dinner table. Just as I set his down, Moon came out of the bathroom, his cheeks still flushed, his lips still red and shiny. I smiled at him, taking in the view. He looked good, all fucked-out like that. “Come eat, brat. It should be cooled off by now.”
I grabbed us some water from the fridge, turning to set it in front of him. Moon looked up, mid-bite, and trailed his eyes downward. I watched as a smirk formed on his lips. “Jeez, Em. Watch where you’re pointing that weapon.”
