And what a fine cock it was. Thick and swollen, it had good girth. The head was an angry red, the shaft almost as dark. A few veins popped out along the surface, but not more than enough. He looked velvety soft, and Emerson couldn’t wait to see just how silken the skin was there.
Emerson continued dragging Dash’s pants lower, revealing more. He stared at the angry red crest, already shiny from leaking precum. Going down on his haunches, Emerson drew Dash’s pants to the floor, the throbbing shaft inches from his hungry mouth. When he peeked up, Dash’s eyes were hooded and dark, the pupils so wide he could barely see any gray at all.
Dash’s lips parted, jaw slack, as he watched, gaze fixed on Emerson’s every move. Emerson laid a palm on the back of Dash’s thigh and the man jolted at the touch.
“Step out,”Emerson barked, his voice not sounding like his own.
It was thick with desire, the need to taste Dash a painful ache forcing his mouth to dry and throat to constrict.
When Dash didn’t move, Emerson slowly lifted his gaze, locking it with Dash’s. From the look in the man’s eyes, a war was being waged. Had it been his growled command with the expectation of obedience or something else that had set Dash off?
“Step… out,” Emerson repeated, his voice firm.
Something glimmered in Dash’s eyes. He shivered before he placed a hand on Emerson’s shoulder to steady himself. The light press of flesh on flesh was nearly enough to singe Emerson straight down to his soul. As soon as Dash was free of his pants, Emerson adjusted his lowered stance, twisting to better face the man and the aching heart of him begging to be touched.
He leaned closer, his lips less than an inch away. Looking up, he met Dash’s dark gaze, searching for confirmation that they were both in the same place, ready to take the moment further.He found raw need in its most primal form in Dash’s eyes—but that wasn’t enough.
There was no way he’d let Dash claim he hadn’t wanted what was coming next. Emerson had seen it happen before more than once. A reserved alpha who’d become brazen with desire who later allowed regret and shame to creep in—and turn what they’d share into something ugly.
More than one man had lied after a night in his bed, claiming he hadn’t really wanted what happened when they’d both known the truth. Emerson had never demanded the truth from any of them because he hadn’t cared enough to bother, but this time was different. He wouldn’t accept a denial if it came from Dash’s lips. The only way to ensure they were both ready for what came next was to force the words from the alpha’s lips first.
Emerson moved his mouth in close, a whisper away from swiping his tongue over the glans. “Do you want me to taste you?”
Dash sucked in a shaky breath, his gaze never leaving Emerson’s.
He didn’t answer, though. Instead, he leaned closer, full of need. His eyes shone with lust, his jaw slack.
Emerson leaned back, creating a wider gap.
“No,”Dash said in a breathy rush, agony in his tone.
Emerson angled himself closer, but not as close as he’d been. “Tell me what you want.”
“I… I don’t know…” Dash closed his eyes, but the struggle was clear. “…what to ask for.”
“Open your eyes,” Emerson commanded.
Dash’s lids lifted slowly. They remained heavy as he stared down.
Once he was sure Dash was watching, Emerson lifted one finger and stopped a fraction of an inch from skimming the surface of the tip. He trailed that finger down the shaft, but nevermeeting skin. His attempt to torment Dash caused them both pain. All that smooth skin and he couldn’t touch. Not yet. Not until Dash admitted what he wanted.
Dash’s hips surged forward, eager to meet Emerson’s caress.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Emerson scolded with a soothing voice that belied the inner bedlam within.“Tellmewhat you want.”
“You,” Dash said, more breath than voice.
“What do you want from me?” Emerson asked.
Dash’s eyes screwed closed, a look of pain crossing his handsome face. When his eyes opened again, he shuddered, his gaze landing on Emerson’s once more. “Youknowwhat I want.”
“Sayit,” Emerson insisted. He licked his lips, starving to taste every inch on display.
He watched as Dash’s lids grew even heavier.
“Taste me,” Dash whispered, leaning forward with his whole body.
“Are you sure?” Emerson asked, pulling away an inch.
