Dash nodded.
“Answer me,”Emerson demanded in a firm, but gentle voice. He had no idea how he was holding onto his control when inside was nothing but chaos.
“Yes,”Dash hissed. “I’m sure I want you to taste me.”
Emerson groaned, thankful he had no need to wait any longer. He settled onto his knees, eye-to-eye with the throbbing, eager part of Dash. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around the base, behind the thick knot, and held it in place for his tongue. Dash lurched at the first touch, as if his knees had weakened for a moment before he caught himself.
Bringing his hand up over the knot and along the shaft, he stroked the silky flesh. Dash’s cock was intensely warm, chasing away the chill of the rain that had soaked through them. He rubbed it against his cheek, reveling in the contrasting sensations of silky, supple skin and unyielding rigidity. Using histongue, he left a hot, wet trail down the underside of the shaft before nuzzling against the already swelling knot. It wasn’t at full mast yet but so very ready to be.
A bead of precum dripped from the tip. Another hung heavily, ready to fall, as well. Before it could, Emerson lifted the head to his lips and allowed the seed to coat his tongue. His first real taste of Dash left him shaken. He moaned as the honeyed flavor spread through his mouth and on to the back of his throat. It wouldn’t be the only thing to hit there that night.
He drew the shaft between his lips and sucked as much as he could take without choking. The next stroke, he pushed past that, gagging a little. Dash slid a hand into his hair, his strong fingers tightening in the strands. He urged Emerson down farther on the next caress, causing a full gag.
“Too big for you?” Dash asked, suddenly brazen.
Emerson released the shaft from his lips, licking them to collect any precum that had missed his mouth. “Youdohave plenty to offer.”
Dash smiled. “Not as big as you.”
“Not far off,” Emerson replied. He wrapped both hands around the knot, massaging it. “Do you struggle with coming?”
Dash frowned.“Struggle?”
“Some alphas need their knot contained when they come, or it gets… too… big. And it hurts.”
“No,” Dash said, shaking his head. “Never happened before.”
“You’ve never been with another alpha, have you?”
Emerson had sensed that, but he wanted to know for certain. While Dashwasan alpha, if he’d never pleasured one outside himself, Emerson might need some guidance.
“No,” Dash answered. “No other alphas.”
For some reason, that pleased Emerson. It shouldn’t, but it did.
“Youhavehad sex, right?” They were practically the same age. If Dash was a virgin, that might be a tragedy.
Dash scoffed. “Yes. I’ve had sex before.”
He didn’t want to know any more than that. The thought of someone else touching Dash sent a swirling maelstrom of selfishness through him.
“Top… or bottom?” Emerson asked, ignoring the possessiveness he had no rights to.
Dash winced. “I’ve only topped. I was too nervous to…”
Emerson waited a few seconds, giving Dash space to finish. When he didn’t, he gently nudged. “Too nervous to…what?”
“Ask… for anything else,” Dash said, his voice barely above a husky whisper.
“You can ask me for anything you want,” Emerson said, trailing his tongue down one side of Dash’s dick, holding eye contact the entire time.
Dash opened his mouth, but hesitated.
“Seriously,”Emerson said. “Ask. It’ll be better for us both if I know what you want.”
Dash blinked a few times. He shook his head lightly before asking, “Are you…? A top?”
Emerson sensed that wasn’t the question Dash really wanted to ask. He nodded. “Most of the time.”
