LION'S DEN II

LION'S DEN II
Adam's Pov

The kiss is not gentle, not at all. It’s clumsy and desperate, almost punishing. I'm angry at him but he tastes familiar and soft and warm and sweet and. . . fuck, I already missed this.

I hate it. I step closer, cradling his head.

Then he exhales against my mouth, a sound so soft it makes my whole body tighten. His hands find my shirt again, this time not to stop me, but to pull me closer.

I should stop.

I'm not stopping.

But I should stop.

“Em,” I start, pulling away a little, but not nearly enough. “I should . . . I'm really tired. I want to rest for tomorrow. . . “

He doesn't miss a beat as he answers, his voice smoky. “You will. But now, let me make you feel good, use my mouth to help you relax. You're strung up so tight.”

Fuck my life. My cock twitches as need immediately swirls in my lower abdomen. It's immediately, flowing straight down before I can even think to refuse.

I should go back to the locker room. Make my makeshift bed and lay down so I can get a full night's sleep. That's what it should do.

But pulling away from his warmth to go and lay down on a cold floor seems like such a Herculean task. And, contrary to what a few comments have called me online recently, I'm not Hercules.

I flick open the button on my pants and lower the zipper.

Em’s eyes follow every single movement, his throat bobbing, chest rising rapidly with his breaths. His tongue pokes out, swipes over his tempting mouth and he has the nerve to ask, “Yes?”

Fucking hell, as if I could resist. I nod as I free my cock. I don't have anything to say, and he doesn't even give me the chance to say anything as Em drops down to his knees, opens his mouth and swallows me whole, in one fluid motion.

My eyes roll upward. A moan catches at the back of my throat as pleasure makes my extremities tingle, my toes curling into the ground.

Fuck, yes.

My fingers find his hair and I cup the back of his head. Even though there's no more of me left, I push my cock down deeper into his mouth as ecstasy courses through me. A throaty moan resonates around us and it takes me far too long to realize it came from me.

I don't care. I can't take my eyes off him. The way his lips stretch around my length or the way his twinkling green eyes water, as he stares up at me.

Fucking hell, Emerson. I knew he'd give me his eyes.

He looks like he wants to have me in his mouth for the rest of the day, like he's thankful I'm fucking his face. He looks. . . intoxicated.

I rock forward, chasing the pleasure as it builds higher and higher. Em isn't silent, even as his mouth is full. He moans around my cock, and the vibrations add to the list of reasons why I'm going insane.

When I cum, it nearly takes me by surprise. My head falls back and I groan, my fingers digging into Em’s scalp.

Emerson moans loudly, his eyes fluttering closed as I fill his mouth. The sucking pressure I feel yanks my head down to look at him.

He doesn't hesitate. Em’s throat works as he swallows every drop before opening his eyes,getting my cock go with a wet squelch. That’s so fucking hot.

I haven't had the time to catch my breath when Em’s hot tongue runs over my softening cock, sending little shocks dancing along my flesh as he cleans me off.

God of mercy. He's like a little minx sometimes. “You’re tempting me to do it again,” I whisper, ghosting my fingers all around his face.

Em’s lips quirked up in a devilish smirk. There's a tiny bit of cum at the side of his mouth and my finger catches it to smear all over his lips.

Emerson waits until I'm done, before his tongue flicks out to clean them.

Could I maybe fuck him before I leave?

The thought is equal parts opposed and accepted because beneath all this, I still feel thick tendrils of anger for him. But it's easily pushed away, as I contemplate everything.

He put my cock away, and I let him stand up. I cup his face, pulling him in again.

Our lips press together and a slow warmth quickly spreads through me, and I let out a relieved sigh. He blankets my entire body, relaxing my shoulders.

I pull him even closer and swipe my tongue over the seam of his lips. I want a taste. I need a taste. Just today, now.

Em opens up for me, because of course he does, and I dive in immediately. He melts against my chest, and I receive his weight readily. I taste myself on his tongue, but past that, it’s all Em.

My hands go lower and lower until they slip underneath the waist band of his trousers, seeking his tattoo like a moth to a flame.

I didn’t want to stop kissing him, don't want to let him go just yet. He responds to me so beautifully, with his noises and his body. He took me so good yesterday, the memory is almost torture.

I reluctantly pull back, but I keep my forehead against his. Em whines, a noise of disagreement. His pupils blown wide and the blush on his cheeks make him look flushed and cute. The outline of his cock is stark through, pressing against the fabric of his pants.

I let my emotions run rampant for another second, almost offering to return the favor, before I shove them away. That's my cue to take a step back.

“Bye.” I yank myself away before I'm sucked back in.

Emerson stops me again, but this time with his words. “Are you still taking the steroids?” he whispers, his voice a little shaky.

“Yes,” I say, clearing my throat.

Emerson doesn't say anything more as I walk out of the room.

Outside, the hallway is thankfully empty so I have a moment to myself. I breathe in, trying to reroute my mind from the taste of him, the feel of his mouth. From him.

I'm not successful for a long time.