Emory broke our kiss and looked into my eyes. “Jon,” he whispered brokenly. I saw the invitation in his gaze in place of the grim acceptance I saw just a few minutes prior. “Come home with me.” I knew it took a lot for him to speak those words out loud.
“I can’t, Emory. You’re not ready, and I don’t want to be someone you regret. We both deserve better than that.” It killed me to deny him, but for once in my life, I wanted to do the right thing.
Emory jerked out of my arms and walked a few feet from me. “This is just incredible. I finally am ready to give you what you want and—”
“No, Emory,” I said, interrupting him. “You’re just horny.”
“You didn’t seem to mind helping Alexander out when he was horny,” he fired back. “Why is he different?”
“I’m not in love with him!” I roared. Both of us jerked at my confession. Was I out of my fucking mind?
“No,” Emory said, shaking his head. “You can’t love me.”
“It’s fucking crazy, it makes zero sense, yet it’s true. I’m not just attracted to you, Emory. I don’t just want to fuck you. I’m in love with you. I want all the pieces of you, including the ones you think are too shattered to repair. I’m not afraid of your jagged edges, baby.”
“I don’t want you to love me.” Emory’s words cut me deep, testing the commitment I had just made. “I don’t want to love you.” He said he didn’t want to, not that he didn’t. I would hold on to that for as long as it took for him to embrace the idea that we belonged together.
I reached for Emory, but he took another step back. I dropped my hands and took a patient breath. The last thing I wanted to do was push him further away. That kiss would just have to be enough to tide me over until the next time. I promised myself that when it arrived, we would be horizontal and wearing a lot less clothes. I glanced around the neighborhood and saw that an elderly woman was watching us through her big picture window. She wore a large, shapeless nightgown and curlers in her hair. Okay, I also wanted to do it without an audience.
“If it makes you feel better, I don’t want to love you either.” I could tell by his scowl that my words only made things worse. As heartfelt confessions go, mine was pretty lame. I yelled my feelings at him then told him I wished they weren’t there. I had a long way to go for improvement.
“Jon, I’m not trying to be cruel to you; I’m trying to be as honest as I can. The only thing I might ever give you is my body.”
“I call bullshit, but if that’s the case, I refuse to settle, Emory,” I said, walking toward my car. “Call me when you reach that point too.”
Driving away from him that night was the hardest thing I’d ever done. My body begged me to reconsider, but I knew I had made the right call. I just hoped he didn’t make me wait long.
I pressed my fingers to my tingling lips as I watched Jon drive away. He’s in love with me. I didn’t want him to love me, and I didn’t want to feel anything for him either. I might never love him the way he deserved, but my God I wanted him so bad. The way he expressed his feelings was nothing like the first vision I had of us together. His confession was raw and loud, like it was ripped right from his soul. And I don’t mean that because he practically yelled it at me in frustration. It almost sounded rusty, like he’d never spoken the words to someone before me. My heart raced over that possibility. In my premonition, the words were smooth and flowed from him as natural as breathing. I found myself looking forward to experiencing the progression of his confessions from the new and untried to the polished and effortless.
Damn it, Emory. Stop being an idiot and go after him! I closed my eyes as a broken sob slipped from my lips. River! How long had I waited to hear his voice again? And when he showed up, he tells me to chase after another man? Sweet Jesus, I had finally lost my mind. I’d probably been slowly slipping for quite some time, but I had apparently hit rock bottom. No man would urge his husband into the arms of another man.
He would if he loved him more than he loved himself. Go to him, Emory. He’s the reason you’re in Blissville.
“No!” I shook my head then realized how crazy I looked. If I kept it up, the guys with straight jackets would show up and haul me off to the behavioral science floor at the nearest hospital.
Go to him, Emory!
No. That time I just thought my refusal instead of voicing it out loud. I didn’t want to go to Jon after he confessed his feelings for me. Having sex with him knowing that he was emotionally engaged when I wasn’t would be cruel. I lived with enough guilt already.
Live, damn you! You did not die with me, Emory. Stop being a coward and fucking live.
I angrily wiped the tears off my face as I walked to my car. I had no intention of driving to Cincinnati to chase after Jon, but I was probably only five minutes behind him when I hit the interstate. I knew I could catch him if the traffic was light and I didn’t get pulled over for speeding. I had no clue where the man lived, so I either caught up to him and followed him home like a creep, or I called him and asked for directions. I thought option number one was my best bet and pressed down harder on the gas pedal.
My heart raced faster than my car as I scanned the highway the best I could without being reckless. I spotted his car up ahead and fell in behind him. “What the fuck am I doing?”
Living!
“Shut up, River.” I could almost hear his laughter at my irritation.
I expected Jon to live in a downtown high-rise, but he drove to a neighborhood in Hyde Park that looked like old money. I could see Jon’s head turn to look in his rearview mirror every time we pulled up to a red light or stop sign. Did he know it was me? How could he miss those silver racing stripes on my Mini Cooper? Was he going to reject me again or accept what I was willing to give? Did I even know what I was willing or even capable of giving?
He paused for a few seconds at a four-way stop, and I wondered if his hesitation was because we were getting closer to his house. The driver behind me didn’t seem to care about Jon’s need to weigh his options because he laid on his horn until Jon began to move. I continued to follow him up roads that led higher and higher up a steep hill. Finally, Jon turned into a gated driveway. It was his chance to send me away, but he didn’t. He must’ve pushed a button inside his car because the gates slowly swung open.
Jon drove his car through the gates as soon as they were open wide enough for him to fit, and I followed closely on his bumper. Lamp posts lit the curving drive up to a modern, two-story brick and stone home that I thought must look amazing in the daylight. At night, it looked regal and proud nestled in the trees with landscape lighting strategically aimed at the house, bathing it in a soft glow. As gorgeous as it was, it didn’t feel like Jon to me.
I wasn’t sure why I thought that, and I didn’t have much time to dwell on it because Jon pulled to a stop in the circular driveway in front of the house rather than continue to the garage that was attached to the side. He shut his car off and got out; so did I. Jon walked toward me, but I stayed by my car in case he asked me to leave, which was no more than I deserved.
“What are you doing here, Emory?”
“I think you know.”
“I have a pretty good idea, but what has changed since I left Blissville forty minutes ago?”
“Nothing,” I answered honestly. “I don’t love you, Jon.”
“Yet,” he corrected. “You don’t love me yet.” He reached for my hand and slid his fingers in between mine. “If you walk across that threshold with me, I’m going to push you up against the nearest surface and fuck you. Probably more than once. Can you live with that?”
His words sent an electrical current racing through my body. My dick hardened fast and almost painfully beneath my tight briefs. No one had ever talked dirty to me or tried to dominate me, but it ignited something inside me like he was holding a lit match near gasoline fumes. In Jon’s eyes, I saw the raw need that burned through him just as strong as it did me.
“Take me insid
e.”
Jon didn’t ask me if I was sure; he gripped my hand tightly and pulled me up the broad, stone steps to the front porch. I expected him to drop my hand to unlock the front door, but he hit a few numbers on a keypad with his left hand before twisting the knob to let us inside.
I had caught a brief glimpse of the living room beyond the foyer before Jon turned to me. He didn’t even bother shutting the door before he backed me up against the foyer table. Jon’s hands immediately went to my neck to loosen my tie while he swooped down and captured my lips in a hard, demanding kiss. He released a torrent of emotions he’d repressed since we met, and I tasted each one on his tongue.
I wasn’t sure where to put my hands first because I wanted to touch him everywhere at the same time. I started with removing his tie as he’d done for me then yanked on his shirt hard enough to send buttons scattering onto the marble floor. Jon growled sexily into my mouth and ripped my shirt open too. I hungrily gasped when he touched my bare skin for the first time.
Jon placed his palms flush against my chest then slowly slid them down until he reached the waistband of my pants. Instead of releasing my belt, he slid his hands even lower to stroke my straining erection through the fabric of my slacks and briefs. Years ago, I would’ve wondered if I was wearing good underwear, but not with Jon. I didn’t care as long as he yanked them down, spread my legs, and fucked me like he’d promised.
I didn’t dwell on my inexperience at handling a man like him; I acted on instinct. I placed my hands between Jon’s shoulder blades and let my fingers bump along his vertebrae until I reached his fine ass. I cupped and squeezed a firm cheek with each hand then released him so I could touch his chest and stomach. I teased his hard nipples then ghosted my fingers over scars on his abdomen as I made my way south. I was relieved that Jon’s scars didn’t reveal to me how he got them, because that was a closeness and a connection I wasn’t ready to experience. Still, my heart pinched painfully in my chest when I felt the old energy radiating from them. Jon hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he’d experienced some close calls, and it shook me harder than I was comfortable with.
In fact, the feelings of fear and pain rose up so swiftly that it nearly ruined the sexy vibes that had consumed me earlier. I pushed those unwelcome emotions away to focus on what I did want. I didn’t tease his cock like he did mine, I released that beast and stroked it with my bare hands.
Jon tore his lips away from mine then tipped his head back and closed his eyes while I worked his dick with long, sure strokes. Suddenly, as if it was too much, he placed his hands over mine and stilled me. “I’ve waited too long for it to be over so soon. I promised you a fucking, and you’re going to get one.”
Jon spun me around, and I was shocked by my reflection in the mirror that hung above the table. My eyes looked huge with only a tiny ring of my green irises showing around my blown pupils. My mouth hung open as I sucked air into my lungs and a dark pink blush spread across my cheeks. I looked up and caught Jon’s eyes in the mirror as he cataloged my features too.
He finally opened my pants so he could slide his hand beneath the waistband of my underwear to stroke my bare flesh. It felt so fucking good that I couldn’t help but grind my ass against Jon’s erection while fucking the fist he had wrapped around my cock.
“Easy, baby. I got you.” Jon pressed his nose behind my ear and inhaled deeply. “I can smell how badly you want me.” He nipped the sensitive skin with his teeth, sending lightning straight to my balls. “I can taste it too.” Jon rolled his thumb over the head of my leaking cock, using my pre-cum as lube to tease that ultra-sensitive spot beneath the crown.
Too lost in the sensations he created inside me to take it easy, I braced my arms on the table and pushed my ass against him, feeling the hard length of his cock nestle between my cheeks through the layers of fabric that separated our flesh. Knowing he would soon be inside me had my dick drooling like crazy over his fingers. I needed more and kept grinding myself against his erection hoping to push him over the edge.
Jon yanked my pants down to my ankles and spread my legs as far apart as he could, then parted my cheeks. “Look at that greedy hole twitching to be filled.” Then he slid his cock between them and began sliding up and down the crack. My pucker twitched with need every time the head of his dick rasped against it.
“Is this what you wanted?” Jon pushed my cheeks together so that they hugged his cock as he pleasured himself. His pre-cum acted as lube to help him glide smoothly up and down until I thought I would combust. “Do you want to feel my big cock stretching you wide open, baby? Are you ready for me to slide in and out of your tight hole, raking over those nerve endings that will have you begging me for more? You’re going to plead for harder, faster, and deeper. Are you prepared for me to own this sexy ass?” Jon slapped my right cheek sharply for emphasis. I’d never had any kind of spankings before—not for punishment or pleasure. Instead of scaring me, I pushed my ass tighter against him seeking more of everything he promised me with his words and the look in his eyes.
His expression was virile and dominant and more beautiful than I ever imagined because I saw the truth of his words in the depths of his blue eyes. He was in love with me and the moment meant something entirely different for him than it did me. Lust had its wicked grip on my body, and I was too far gone to ask him to stop. Guilt and shame clawed at my insides, and I couldn’t look at him anymore. I let my head fall forward until it hung between my shoulders.
“Answer me, Emory. I need to know that you’re with me.” Jon reached beneath my chin and tilted my head up until I looked into his eyes through the reflection once more.
Fuck, I wanted it so bad I couldn’t answer him right away. “Yes! Damn you, Jon. I need to feel your cock inside me.”
He grinned triumphantly at me, and I expected him to suit up and mount me, but instead, he dropped to his knees behind me.
Jon spread my cheeks apart wide and used his thumbs to tease my hole. “I know you expected to be on your way after a quick fuck, but that’s not the way we’re going to do it. This might be my only chance, and I’m going to experience it all.” His hot breath ghosted across my tender flesh and made me even hornier. Surely, he wasn’t…
Jon placed the flat of his tongue against my taint and licked a path up my ass crack until he reached the dimple above my ass.
It was my turn to say “fuuuuuuck.” It was the most erotic thing I’d ever felt in my life, and I wanted more. “Please, Jon,” I begged.
I could tell by the dark chuckle that vibrated against my ass that he loved to hear me plead for more. “Greedy, baby,” he whispered. The tip of his tongue circled the nerve-laden crinkles surrounding my hole until it softened and relaxed. Jon sucked and licked me until I was a quivering mess and had to support my full weight on his foyer table. “You taste so fucking good, Em.”
Just when I thought my torment was over, Jon kicked it into high gear by speering my hole with his skillful tongue, making me cry out for more. Every forward motion of his tongue fucking drove my dick against the edge of his table giving me the delicious friction I needed. I felt my orgasm building hard and fast.
“I’m going to come, Jon.” Was I warning him? Did I want him to stop? Fuck no! It felt too damn good that I didn’t want it to end. Every muscle tightened in my body as I tried to fight off my orgasm, but the sensations were too much. “Oh, Jon!” I arched my back and pressed tighter against his face to feel his tongue deeper inside me. My balls drew up tight against my body then I came loud and hard, spurting my cum all over the table. “Don’t stop, Jon. Please don’t stop,” I cried brokenly. I had never had pleasure so intense that it hurt.
Jon remained on his knees after he pulled his tongue from my ass. He turned me around, and I leaned my ass against the table for support. I looked down into eyes so intensely blue that they appeared to glow in the semi-darkness. Instead of rising to his feet, Jon leaned forward and licked the cum off the tip of my cock then sucked my leng
th into the back of his mouth. I hissed between my teeth because my cock was painfully sensitive, but yet, I couldn’t pull away from his seductive mouth.
Jon reached around and slid a finger inside me. He continued to work my semi-erect cock with his mouth as he crooked his finger up and rubbed my prostate gland. I fisted my hands in his dark hair and panted for air while my dick began to harden beneath his ministrations. Once I was fully erect, Jon let my cock slide from his mouth and licked his wet lips as he rose to his full height. He never took his eyes off of mine when he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. I didn’t need to look down to know what he was doing.
I heard the familiar sound of a foil wrapper when he pulled a condom free of his wallet. Jon ripped the package open with his teeth. I only eye broke contact to watch him roll the condom down his long, hard dick. He pushed his pants down to his mid-thigh and said, “It’s my turn.”
I stood up straight, turned my back toward him, and presented my ass. It’s shameful to admit it, but I didn’t want to look into his eyes when he slid inside my body. It was too intimate and something I’d only given to one other person.
“I don’t think so, baby.” Jon slid his big hand around my neck to cup my chin. He lifted my head up so that his eyes locked on mine again. “There will be no hiding from what you want and who you’re doing it with.”
Fuck me; I don’t know how the hell I kept from busting a nut all over the floor when Emory came with my tongue in his ass. He was so fucking sensitive and responsive that I wanted to rim him daily and hear the jagged way he said my name when he shot his load. My dick throbbed painfully, and my body demanded that I fuck that eager ass of his, but I held back. I’d felt how tight his hole was when I worked my tongue or a single finger inside him. It was obvious to me that Emory had gone a long time without sex, and I wanted to make it so fucking good for him.
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