“Aspen,” he pants, swelling in my hand, shifting on his feet.
I kiss his bicep, pumping him hard, matching the pulse of his hips.
He leans on me like he doesn’t trust his knees.
“Make a mess with me, Emmett.”
“Fuuuucckkk,” he draws out, warm ropes of cum covering my hand and his stomach as he folds over the counter.
For a minute, he stands there, his breaths sawing in and out of him, hands braced on the counter as I slowly wring the last drops from him, unable to look away.
“That was—it was so hot.” My hands are sticky with his release. “You definitely made a mess.”
His eyes flash with something, and then he’s tracing two fingers along my palm, gathering his release.
“Stick out your tongue, Angel.”
Well, fuck, now I’m the one with weak knees.
Mouth open and tongue out, I watch as he slides behind me, flipping our position.
One big hand weaves into the messy strands at the back of my neck, tilting my head back, the other hovering above my mouth.
The seconds stretch as his cum drips from the tips of his fingers and lands on my tongue.
When the salty flavor hit my tastebuds, my eyes flutter closed.
“Open your eyes.”
Heat washes over me as I see what he sees. The longer I look the more turned on I get. Another pearl drops and when the string breaks and falls to my tongue. Emmett groans, his cockthickening against my back. It sticks to me as he shifts on his feet. And hell, I like that too.
When I think I can’t handle any more of this delicious depravity. Two fingers slide along my tongue, our tastes mixing.
“Almost want to leave you like this—my cum on your tongue and your skin. I want to fill you up with it too and make you stay like that until morning.”
I close my lips around his fingers, cleaning up the mess, before popping off them.
“A UTI would be a real bummer if you plan on doing this again soon.” I press back against his chest and turn to warm up the shower.
He kisses my neck, caging me from behind, and I sigh, melting into his touch.
I’m beginning to suspect I like him a little obsessed with me.
CHAPTER
THIRTY
ASPEN
In the shower, Emmett takes charge, spinning me away from him and reaching for the body wash.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up,” he says simply.
“What, are you going to wash my hair for me too?” I’m teasing, of course, but my heart still trips over itself at the idea.
He lowers his mouth to my shoulder, nipping the curve of my neck. “Just try to stop me.”
