Chapter 174: STIMULUS

Emerson’s PoV

Did I just hear what he said correctly?

Am I hallucinating my deeper desires, is that what this is? Here I was, hoping for a morsel — having him in my mouth and he offers me a fucking feast.

I hold myself as still as I can against him as I attempt to answer in a way that won't fucking scare him off. “Yes, Adam. I want that.” Very fucking much.

Adam sighs against me, nodding, his soft hair tickling my belly. “Okay yeah.”

“Let me just go get some stuff, okay?” I say, reluctantly detangling myself from him.

Adam nods, leaning back in the bed to wait. I walk over to my bedside table to get out a wooden box. I wonder now if he's ever seen what's inside of it, my fun box. Has he been snooping in my bedside table before, like I have his?

Coming over, I can see that Adam's nervous. Not frantic, but there's an air of anxiety around him that I find kind of endearing. “Relax please,” I chuckle.

“I know, sorry,” he chuckles right back. “Just. . . let me know if I'm not doing something right”

“Yeah I will,” I say, so excited I can barely stand still. That out of the way, I drop the box of toys beside him and grin. “I'll tell you what you need as we go.”

He nods seriously, like this is a lecture for a class he's determined to get a good grade in. I fucking preen under the full force of his affection. “Let me get these trousers off first.”

I turn around because I know he likes the tattoo on my ass. I unhook the button and I drop my pants, followed closely by my underwear. Then I step out of them, tossing them to the side.

My dick is already hard and I stay still, taking a moment to collect myself as I feel Adam’s eyes on me. “Are you still with me, baby?” I whisper raspily.

“Yes,” Adam replies, his voice even more raspy than mine.

I swallow, the excitement building. “I'm going to get down on my hands and knees and you're going to stretch me out, so I can take you.”

“Fuck,” I hear him whisper and my dick jumps, jerking in front of me. I've never seen Adam completely naked, but I have a rough idea of how big he'll be. And it makes my mouth fucking water.

I turn around and saunter to him. His eyes bounce all over me, from my nipples to my face, my feet, my dick and then quickly off again. It's kind of cute too.

I drop down to my knees purposely facing him so I can look at him as I do. I see the reaction I'm hoping for; his Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, not to mention the tent in his pants.

Then I turn around, leaning my head all the way to the ground to arch my back.

His gasp prompts me to ask, a little smugly, “are you okay baby?”

“Yes, yes,” he says thickly. “Your tattoo expands out so nicely on your ass. It's fucking sexy”

Fuck. Adam is looking at my ass. And Adam likes my ass. I clear my throat to refocus. “Open the box and coat your fingers in the lube.”

I can't see what he's doing but I can hear it. He unlatches the wooden box almost immediately and I can hear him opening the bottle. Then he squirts the lube and I hear a wet squelch as he rubs it in, coating his hands. The anticipation is fucking killing me.

“Put one of them in me.”

There's a pause, almost a hesitance. But before I can say something else, I feel a cool finger press into me.

I sigh gently. Yes, fuck. It's been too long. Adam's finger is thick, and as he begins to work it inside me, I try to stay still, to stop squirming, but I can't. I want more. “Another, please,” I breathe.

There's no answer from behind me and worse still, the finger I already have in me stops moving. “Adam? One more—”

My words are cut off as another finger slides into my ass, stretching me. Fuck. He spreads them, opening up my hole and pulling a deep groan from me.

I squirm, clenching down on his fingers as I try my hardest not to thrust my hips back, to fuck his fingers. Slow, I remind myself. We have to go slow for Adam.

Fuck.

But I can't help myself when he presses against my prostate for a brief, passing moment. I jerk, my stomach contacting and Adam stops his slow thrusts. I whine. He'll kill me, that's what he’ll fucking do.

“Are you okay?” He has the nerves to ask.

“Do that again, please!”

Adam chuckles in understanding, pushes against my spot again and I shudder. Emboldened he begins to apply a steady pressure, and then he fucking finds a rhythm.

Yes! Right there. I'm panting, swallowing quickly so I don't drool, as I moan. And then a familiar feeling, the muscles in my back begin to tense. Fuck, I'm close.

Then he stops. Just stops.

My eyes widen, as they sting with. With furrowed brows, I blink them away and turn my head, a question etched on my face.

“You were going to end the fun already,” he fucking grins, "we can't have that, can we?”

Oh I see how it is. Adam is the fucking devil, he has to be. I feel sweat rolling down my spine, my breath rushing out of my throat in gasping motions as I struggle to find words.

But then he stands to kneel behind me, so I put my head back on the floor in anticipation. Yes.

I swallow as his hands settle on my ass cheeks, roving around, making myself skin tingle. He drags a whimper out of me when two of his fingers ease back in me. Fuck. My ass clenches around them, begging for him to stay this time. I feel his warmth behind me as he starts his rhythm.

But it's a little different this time. And I know why. I know Adam, hence why I'm sure he's especially avoiding my spot to drag this out. “Adam,” I grit out. “Fuck you.”

“Hopefully,” he chuckles against my ear, nibbling down.

My dick weeps gently at that. I mewl, pushing my head impossible closer. “Harder, please.”

Adam nibbles in my ear again, biting and at the same time, while his fucking fingers still in me, he grabs my dick.

A growl falls out of my throat, as my shoulder bunches. I'm almost there, again, and I'm getting very annoyed and frustrated.

He’s toying with me, toying with my body, working me up to the point of just almost enough. My dick is so fucking hard between his hands, begging for more than the light caresses he's giving.

“Fuck,” I growl. My eyes feel like they're hooded, droopy and heavy. “Please fucking make me cum.”

“We're stretching you out first,” he whispers, again with that smug tone of voice.

I don't even care anymore. “I'm loose enough!” I burst out.

“Not until I

say so,” he chuckles, stroking my dick until it's the same rhythm as his fingers.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.