“What’s new? We both work with danger looming over our heads every day. We minimize the risk, and we find a path through.”
Dash shivered and rolled his hips under Emerson. “Do you really want to tempt fate?”
“Why not? Fate brought you to me,” Emerson said.
Dash looked up into Emerson’s unbothered face, hesitant. He wished he could feel as confident about things as Emerson did.
“We’d risk too much,” Dash said. “This has got to be the end.”
Emerson moved to his knees and spread Dash’s thighs apart, clearly agitated. “Then let’s give you what you want. A final farewell fuck.” Emerson reached across the bed and pulled the lube out again. After pouring some into his palm, he coated Dash’s entrance.
Even though he’d seemed irritated, Emerson’s touch was gentle. He coaxed a finger inside Dash, stretching him. Dash winced, a bite of pain coming at first, but within a few strokes, he sighed with pleasure. He rolled his hips, hungry for more.
“Fuck me,”Dash pleaded.
Emerson frowned, brows deeply furrowed.
“What?” Dash asked.
“Nothing,” Emerson said, shaking his head. He withdrew the finger and then aimed his shaft towards Dash’s hole.
They came together easily, Emerson’s fat shaft opening him with one, heavy thrust. Dash moaned, his head falling back on the pillow as Emerson moved in a slow pace, driving in and out.
“I’m not hurting you?” Emerson asked.
Dash opened his eyes and met Emerson’s worried gaze.“Noooo.Go faster.”
Emerson’s brow tensed more, but he did as Dash demanded. They came together over and over, their moans filling the small cabin. Their scents merged in the soon humid air. Emerson leaned over with a growl, his teeth nipping Dash’s neck.
“Bite me,”Dash pleaded, holding the back of Emerson’s head and urging him even closer.
Emerson released the tiny bit of flesh and opened his mouth. He bit down on the corded tendon and bit hard. Not so much as to cause any real pain. Just enough to cause Dash’s body to shake forcefully.
“Again,”Dash commanded, his voice firmer after getting what he’d wanted.
Emerson obeyed, biting his shoulder next, almost as hard as the first time. Dash didn’t need to ask again. Emerson bit him over and over, leaving his marks all over Dash’s body. Too bad they wouldn’t remain forever, a visual reminder of what they’d shared.
Dash stroked himself as Emerson drove faster and faster into him. Once again, he went a bit wild, but this time, Dash wasn’t scared. He wanted to see Emerson go feral with want. He wanted to know if he could take the alpha’s aggression and live to tell the tale. What he hadn’t expected was that wild, animal passion would bring out his own.
With a roar, Dash spun them, pinning Emerson under him. He placed both palms on Emerson’s shoulders, holding the man down as he worked his hips up and down, taking that big cock at just the right angle. A savage growl tore up his throat as he accelerated the pace, his elation causing an almost drugged-like daze.
Dash watched Emerson straining under him, a caged bull eager to be set free. He was in no mood to let Emerson takecontrol again. He liked it too much himself. By the time they were both coated with a sheen of sweat, Dash neared the edge of ruin, his body coiled tightly—and more than ready for release. He sensed Emerson neared it, as well. His fingertips once again bit into Dash’s hips, body rigid.
“I’m close,” Dash mumbled.
“Fly,” Emerson replied. “I’ll catch you.”
Dash’s head fell back, a roar coming from his lips. He came, and on the next downward stroke, he took Emerson to the hilt once more, knot and all. They both bellowed with pleasure before Emerson flipped them over, pinning Dash under him once more. His red face was a mask of pleasured anguish. Dash’s cum spread between their bellies, and he added another jet to the mess collecting there.
Emerson growled, the sound more animal than human, and pumped a thick jet of cum deep inside Dash’s body. His eyes widened as he stared down at Dash, panting and body trembling. He captured Dash’s lips a split-second later, their mouths warring as they lay there, locked together. Dash moaned against Emerson’s lips, the quiver and heat in his belly causing an aftershock to rumble through him.
Each of the spasms of Emerson’s cock caused them both to groan with delight. Emerson rested his forehead on Dash’s as they continued to drag humid air into their lungs.
“Fuck,”Emerson grumbled a few seconds later, breaking the silence of the room. “I have no idea how you can do that.”
Dash hadn’t planned on repeating the mistake of the previous night, but he’d been too far gone, he’d not been in his right mind. His body had wanted, and it took Emerson’s knot. Again.
“But I don’t care,” Emerson whispered before kissing him. “I don’t care how you do it… I just want it always.”
