Emery crossed his arms, and his nostrils flared.
“Wait.” The pieces slid together in my head. He’d seen the missing lube and assumed I’d fucked someone. “You’re jealous.”
“Jealous?” Emery shook his head. “That’s ridiculous. Why would I be jealous?”
I stepped toward him, noticing the quick swallow in his throat and how his eyes followed me. “You tell me. You’re the one who got mad at the thought of me inviting another guy over.”
“And did you?” he asked, his voice steady despite the fire in his eyes.
“Nah,” I said, leaning closer to him. God, he smelled so good. He’d used just a touch of cologne, not overdoing it. “It was three guys, and we totally had an orgy in the hotel room.”
Emery’s eyes darkened and he grabbed my shoulders, pushing me against the desk. We stared at each other, inches apart. And then his mouth was on mine.
I moaned against his lips and pulled at his shirt. He kicked my legs apart and stood between them, running his hands up my sides before sliding my jacket off my shoulders. I kissed him harder, deeper, desperate for his touch.
“Cason,” he panted, tearing from my lips. “This is a mistake.”
“Then why did you kiss me?” I hooked a leg behind him to keep him from going anywhere and smoothed my hands along his chest.
Emery ghosted his mouth over mine, caressing my upper thighs. “Because you’re fucking irresistible. I’m tired of fighting it.”
“So stop fighting,” I said, touching his bottom lip. “And put your hands on me.”
He took hold of my nape and crushed our mouths together. His hands moved to my pants and unbuttoned them, and mine did the same to his.
Was I really about to lose my virginity on a desk? I smiled against Emery’s lips as I thought of all the porn I’d watched that had started off like this.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked, his voice husky.
“I don’t know.” I smiled wider. “Just happy.”
And I was. Even though I didn’t know Emery well, I felt safe in his arms. The tension I carried with me everywhere I went seemed easier to hold when around him.
Emery kissed my jaw before dipping his head to my neck and sucking the base of my throat. I whimpered and clawed his shirt, getting a handful. He tugged down my jeans, exposing my boxers, and then he was on his knees in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, having a damn good idea what he was doing but not able to believe it.
He peered up at me as he moved his hands up my thighs and slipped his fingers below the waistband. My breath caught in my throat when he pulled down my boxers and my erection sprung forward. His mouth was so close, the heat of his breath causing goose bumps to spread down my legs.
When Lindsey had been about to suck me off, I’d felt so wrong. But with Emery, I wanted—needed—his mouth on me.
Emery gripped my base and slid the head of my cock between his lips. I shuddered at the explosion of warmth and knotted my fingers in his soft black hair. Watching myself sink into his mouth was so hot, and that heat turned to a blazing wildfire when his eyes lifted and locked onto mine.
“Ah, shit,” I whimpered, going weak in the knees. I would’ve fallen over if not for the desk behind me, which I slapped a hand on top of.
Emery stroked my shaft and pulled me deeper into his mouth, touching the back of his throat. He withdrew in a slow, sexy glide before flicking his tongue against my tip. Chills spread down my arms and legs, and I panted, holding his hair tighter.
Yep. I wasn’t going to last long.
“I’m gonna…” My words cut off into a low moan as my cock twitched and pulsed.
Emery’s eyes flashed with surprise before he sucked me faster, bringing me closer to that edge and over it. I stilled as my muscles tensed, and then I was spilling into his mouth, pleasure so intense I cried out.
Embarrassment flooded me as my spent cock slipped from his lips. Emery wiped the back of his mouth, his eyes lifting to mine. I had lasted all of a minute, give or take a few seconds. I’d thought I had more self-control than that—I could go for a while when jacking off, making it last. But it was totally different when someone else was touching me.
“I… uh,” I stammered, becoming more embarrassed by the second. My cock rested between us, now limp, and I tucked it back into my boxers.
Emery stood and slid his hand to my nape, using the other to hold my waist. I expected him to laugh or make a joke about me coming so fast, but he didn’t look at me with anything but the same lust I’d seen in his eyes while he’d been sucking me off. However, softness warmed his eyes now too.
