“Not by a real dick, but I had one girlfriend who loved her dildos.”
“That’s so hot. Not the girlfriend part, because I don’t like picturing you with anyone else, but you getting fucked by a sexy toy is seriously fucking hot.”
“Right now, I want to feel you and only you. We can revisit that idea some other time.” Julien pressed his lips to Emory’s.
The whole time they kissed, Julien pumped his hips, their cocks sliding together. Being nearly the same height was damned convenient. The sensual slide of his tongue over Emory’s was just as hot.
They rolled on the sheets, making out, hands exploring, hardly ever separating their mouths. A heady combination of lust and affection built inside Emory until he thought he might die if he didn’t get inside this man. But he wanted to make sure it was good for Julien, so when he lubed up his fingers and started prepping him, he started slowly. He had Julien on his back, legs propped open wide, and when he stroked two fingers over Julien’s prostate, the man let out a low, sexy sound. He set out to cause more of those noises, reveling in the way Julien restlessly moved his legs and pumped his hips. He definitely liked Emory’s fingers inside him. By the time he was pumping three fingers into him, Julien’s body shimmered with a thin layer of sweat that made all those sculpted muscles a feast for the eyes.
“Emory, I really want you,” Julien groaned. “Want me to turn over?”
“If you like, or I can slide one of those pillows under your hips and be able to kiss you while I fuck you.”
“I pick that. Then I want to roll over. Then there are walls and countertops. Fuck, Emory, you are the most beautiful goddamn man I’ve seen in my life.”
The whole time he spoke, he breathed hard between words and those eyes stayed locked on Emory’s face.
“We have all the time in the world for all the sex.” Emory reached for the lube and coated himself then wiped off his hand before grabbing a pillow and sliding it under Julien. He came over the man and stared into his face as he guided himself to Julien’s hole. He pressed slowly, avidly watching Julien for any signs of discomfort. He’d prepped the man well and entered him with ease. Still, he kept going slowly, letting Julien get used to his girth.
Julien’s body gripped him so tightly, he had to close his eyes for a moment but opened them when Julien let out the kind of sound that came from somewhere deep inside him. A sound that told Emory all he needed to know.
“Fuck,” Julien moaned. “So good.”
Emory began to pump his hips, and he knew he was hitting the right spot by the way Julien’s eyes flared open wide, his mouth falling open on another strangled noise. Then Julien started rolling his hips, coming up to meet Emory as his eyes went back.
Nothing in his life had ever been this hot.
He braced his hands on either side of Julien and kept moving his hips, sinking deep into the man below him. And they moved together in a seamless fashion that had his brain scrambling. Had him gritting his teeth to hold back the orgasm that already started to surge. He wanted to draw this out and make it last.
Sweat built between them, making skin slippery, and the air in the room thickened and smelled of sex.
Julien reached down and began to stroke himself in time with their movements, still gasping out moans and even a whimper or two. He was completely undone, and Emory loved being the one to take this normally controlled man completely apart.
Emory felt a surge of emotions, some of them not feeling like his own, sending the level of pleasure sky high. And when Julien suddenly tensed, his hand pausing, his head going back, Emory could only revel in watching his release. He shot all over his stomach and chest, his orgasm beating through Emory so fast and hard, he lost it, too. A torrent of pleasure washed through him as he came. He rode it out, losing the battle to hold himself up, his body draping completely over Julien’s and smearing the cum between them.
Hard arms came around him, whispers of words he couldn’t even decipher floating into his ears. All he could do was ride that torrent of a release that now sent shudders through him.
“Fuck,” Julien breathed, pressing his lips to Emory’s ear. “It’s like I’ve never had sex before.”
“’S good,” Emory grunted.
A soft chuckle moved the chest below him and Julien’s arms tightened.
Emory finally brought his brain back online, and he lifted his head to look at Julien, who stared back at him with wonder still softening his features. There was a bit of cum in his beard, and Emory dipped down to lick it off.
Julien ducked and caught his lips in a kiss. This kiss was lazy and nothing but pure affection. And Emory reveled in a new realization. He’d thought he didn’t want a soulmate. He’d thought that would tie him down and ruin his fun. He’d been so fucking wrong because nothing had ever felt like this. Like he was sharing a deeper part of himself with someone who was sharing right back. This intense connection felt soul deep.Profound. And he knew without a shadow of doubt that he’d been given the greatest gift of his life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Julien
The next morning, while Bain and Alaric were outside, Julien settled in to study the information, including new emails and saved documents. Still, a part of his mind stayed on Emory. This relationship was just too new, too wondrous. Every twinge in his ass as he sat in a chair in the living room of the safe house was just a reminder of how good that sex had been. He’d always enjoyed sex, but this had felt so incredibly different, and he was sure it was because he was actually in love for the first time in his life.
Emory was moving around in the kitchen and Julien wanted to abandon the files, go in there, and justbewith him. Inhale his scent and put his hands on that gorgeous body. He wanted to loosen all that streaked blond hair from the bun Emory had it in and thread his fingers through the silken strands. He wanted to breathe his essence into his lungs and hold it there.
He still couldn’t believe that he’d bonded so thoroughly with a supernatural being. A bond that was going to extend his life. It was a lot to wrap his mind around. But it felt right. Like it was meant to be.
Realizing his mind had wandered again, he pulled on years of laser focus habits and forced all the loving thoughts aside so he could figure this out. The faster he did, the faster they could get on with their lives. Together.
