Dash lunged forward, sliding off his cock, and slammed back against him with force. Emerson groaned, riding the edge of pain and pleasure. After the next backwards thrust, he clenched Dash’s hips in a futile attempt to not lose all control.
His matewouldn’tbe denied. Dash thrust back on him, enthusiastic for release. Dash whipped his hips in a frenzy, rubbing his cock against a pillow underneath him. Emerson stilled and allowed the man to take what he needed.
When Dash pulled completely off his cock and spun to face him, Emerson frowned.
“Need you,”Dash mumbled, staring with his coal black eyes.
Emerson dragged Dash closer, but his mate shoved him down onto the bed and pressed between his thighs. When he pressed two fingertips against Emerson’s tight bud, realization hit.
“Heat…andrut?”
Dash was too far gone to answer. He leaned closer, rubbing his hard shaft against Emerson’s hip while pressing a fingertip inside the tight hole.
“Wait,”Emerson growled, urging Dash back.
Dash struggled to keep Emerson under him. Fortunately, Emerson was the stronger of the pair. He flipped them both over and pinned Dash underneath.
“Wait a minute…” Emerson barked.
Dash calmed a bit, his eyes rapidly blinking.“I need…”
“I know what you need,” Emerson said, his body trembling as if to prove that.
Reaching into his nightstand again, he fished blindly until he pulled out the bottle of lube. After pouring some into his palm, he spread it over his entrance and stretched his body open with one finger himself.
Remembering Dash’s comment about his sausage fingers, he fought a smile.
Waiting rather impatiently, Dash was one constant quiver, all but vibrating under him. When he seemed to realize what Emerson was doing, he lifted a hand and added his own thick finger. Pleasure like nothing he’d felt before washed over him.Emerson’s head fell back as he moaned with every ounce of yearning within.
They both fingered his ass, their gazes locked, until Dash added another. Emerson winced against the brief pain of that intrusion but soon adapted to the sensation. He added more lube to his hole… before coating Dash’s throbbing shaft with a thick layer.
They’d discussed this moment in passing, him bottoming for Dash. Emerson had been honest that he’d give his mate anything, if asked, but oh how he’d wished they’d tried it before that moment—when they’d both had better control. It had been some time since he’d allowed anyone to enter him, and he feared Dash might go too far in his state. As he gazed down at the man while the doubts swirled, he sensed a moment of clarity appeared. Dash’s eyes cleared of the haze of lust.
“Am I hurting you?” Dash asked, a frown of concern emerging from the mindlessness of seconds before.
“I haven’t prepared,” Emerson murmured.“Canyou take it slow?”
“I’ll try… Idon’twant to hurt you,” Dash whispered.
Just as Emerson’s instinct put Dash’s safety ahead of anything else, he sensed it might be the same in reverse. Would Dash protect him? After staring down into Dash’s earnest gaze, Emerson chose to have faith that his mate would.
“Smack me around if you have to,” Dash said, his eyes closing as if he was in pain. When he reopened them, his face twisted in agony. “If I go too far…stop me.”
Emerson nodded.
“Promise me,”Dash said, the quiet words as much of a demand as a request.
“I promiseI’ll stop you if you go too far,” Emerson replied, holding his mate’s stare.
“Good,” Dash whispered.
Emerson pulled his finger out before tugging on Dash’s wrist to do the same. After wiping their fingers on a towel Emerson snatched from the end of the bed, he straddled Dash’s hips and reached for the base of his mate’s cock. He sank down onto the tip, slowly opening himself with Dash’s shaft. When the head popped past the thick band of nerves, there was a slight pinch of pain, but a wave of pleasure coursed through him seconds later.
He sank as far down as he could go, stopping just above Dash’s knot. Emerson sighed, the thick impalement feeling better than it had been with anyone else.
Of course it was.
None of them had been his mate.
