Dash took a deep breath before releasing it slowly.“You.”
Emerson shuddered.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night in my office,” Dash whispered.
Dash found Emerson’s breaking point with that admission. He took Dash between his lips again, near feral. He slid his hands behind Dash, squeezing a generous, round globe in each palm. Using that grip, he pulled the alpha closer while pushing Dash deeper down his throat. Emerson gagged with each downward stroke, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
"Fuck, yeah,"Dash mumbled, his hand once again twisting in Emerson’s hair. “Choke on my cock.”
Emerson smiled around the shaft. He’d sensed his gagging had turned Dash on, which is why he did it again. And again. Until Dash was nothing but a sack of moans and trembles.
“I’m gonna come,” Dash spat seconds before he erupted down Emerson’s throat, his hips thrusting powerfully with each jet.
His thighs trembled, head tossed back while he roared his release. Both hands gripped the sides of Emerson’s head, holding him in place as Dash fucked his mouth for a few thrusts. Seed filled Emerson’s mouth. He swallowed what he could, but some escaped and dribbled out from both corners of his mouth and down his chin. When Dash finished, he stumbled back a few steps, slamming against the wall.
Emerson frowned at what he saw. Dash’s eyes were glazed, his breath coming in short gasps. His stare was unfixed, moving around the room wildly.
Shame wouldn’t get its claws into Dash. Emerson wouldn’t allow it. Wiping his chin and licking his fingers, he rose to his feet. He slowly walked closer, like he was approaching a timid animal, unsure how it would respond. He grasped Dash by the chin and forced the man to meet his gaze. When he finally did, Emerson sensed him relaxing.
“Was that good for you?”
Dash nodded.
Emerson leaned in for a kiss, allowing Dash to taste himself on his lips. At first, Dash’s response was lukewarm, but within seconds, he growled, deepening the kiss. He swiped his tongue over Emerson’s, lapping up his essence left behind. Between kisses, he licked his cum off Emerson’s cheeks and chin.
Their mouths warred with one another, the kisses reigniting the fire burning between them. When they broke apart to breathe, Emerson searched Dash’s face.
“Are you ready for what comes next?” Emerson caressed Dash’s lower lip with his thumb. “Or do you need a break?”
“No break,” Dash said. “I’m ready.”
Emerson grinned.Fuck, yeah, you are.
10
Because the cabin was small with both of their bodies taking up so much space, Dash backed up a step to give Emerson room. He leaned against the doorway, trying to look unbothered and calm as he watched the man pull back the bedding on what looked to be too narrow of a bed for them both. Hell, it looked too narrow for Emerson alone.
He’d spent nights on tiny cots or worse when in the field. That wasn’t his problem.
How were theybothgoing to fit in a space barely made for one of them?
It wasn’t his first time on a boat, so Dash realized the rooms were all built within a limited space. Emerson’s was bigger than any he’d ever been on, and it did seem spacious compared to those—but when the captain of said boat was a massive, seven-foot-tall alpha, it seemed incongruous, at best. At least neither of them was hitting their heads on the doorways or ceilings. The last boat he’d been on, he’d almost knocked himself unconscious a couple of times.
The question of how they were going to fit extended past the bed, though. Dash eyed the heavy shaft throbbing betweenEmerson’s powerful thighs, second thoughts plaguing him. He’d played with toys, sure, but none of them had been as large.
What if Emerson was too much for him?
After situating a couple of towels on the bed, Emerson walked two steps to the nightstand and tugged the drawer open. He fished out a bottle of lube and tossed it onto the middle of the bed, adding a visual punctuation point to what was about to happen. Dash’s gaze lingered on it, his skin oddly feeling too tight for his body.
Even with the doubts, anticipation roared in his blood. His face felt feverish, and he tingled all over with an awareness he’d never sensed before. The scent of alpha pheromones was thick in the room. Dash drew in a deep breath, the heady aroma causing his cock to ache all the more.
Emerson slowly spun and faced Dash, his eyes hooded. The world suddenly shrunk to that tiny cabin with them the only people inhabiting it. Dash’s heart picked up more speed and battered against the inside of his ribs, harder than it had when they’d been running the streets, escaping their doom. His gaze swept down Emerson’s incredible body, stopping midway to admire his thick, leaking cock again.
Lack of experience left him frozen, unsure what to do next. Emerson had led the way so far but wasn’t moving nor giving him any signals. Dash was a battle-hardened ex-Black Guardsman, not some innocent boy. He didn’t enjoy appearing naïve, especially at the age of thirty-five, yet in that scenario, he had few skills and no training to fall back on.
He wasn’t a virgin, either, but he could count the times he’d had sex on one hand. Each of those had been bumbling, awkward experiences that had happened in near pitch dark. In most, the betas had clumsily taken control after he’d avoided it. They’d climbed astride him and did all the work while he closed his eyes and pretended they were alphas instead.
None had been as satisfying as he’d hoped.
