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“To be commanded?” Emory said, sliding one hand under the water to grasp Jesse’s arse and squeeze. “To be possessed? Made to beg?”
“Fuck.” Jesse wrapped his legs tighter. His cock throbbed against Emory’s hard belly. The water lapping at his skin was like velvet. “Yes,” he said, despite barely having enough breath to make a sound. “You’ve done this before, right? I can tell you have,” he said, leaning in to talk against Emory’s mouth. “You know what I want.”
“I’ve done most things in my time,” Emory whispered, trailing a hand up Jesse’s ribs. He spread his fingers on either side of Jesse’s pierced nipple but didn’t touch it, making Jesse whine in protest. “That’s why I think I can show you things you don’t even realize you want.”
“Like what?” Jesse inhaled sharply when Emory tweaked his nipple.
“There are ways I can be restrained,” Emory said after a pause, rubbing his hardening cock into the crack of Jesse’s arse, making him catch fire. “Rendered powerless.”
“You?” Jesse panted, sliding his hands down to the powerful, hard buttocks and grinding himself into the iron-hard belly. “Whatever.”
“Oh yes,” Emory said, sliding his lips along Jesse’s jaw to kiss his neck. Jesse was gratified to finally hear arousal weighting his voice. “I can be made to submit. I could show you how.”
Emory slid his hand down Jesse’s belly and grasped his cock, hard. Jesse moaned, closed his eyes and thrust into the hold.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Emory whispered into his ear. He began to stroke him—lazy, slow, but hard.
“Fuck,” Jesse swore again, digging his hands into the hard flesh of Emory’s arse. “Jesus. God.”
“I was wondering when God would make an appearance.” Emory smiled and thrust against Jesse’s skin.
“God,” he cried again. “You’re so fucking big.”
“And you,” Emory rumbled, stroking Jesse faster and starting to grind against him under the water. “You’re so warm, so full of passion.” He ground harder, lifting Jesse higher out of the water as he beat his cock with fast, precise strokes, sending molten silver flowing through Jesse’s body. “When I finally have you, Jesse Truelove,” he panted against his jaw. “When I finally take you, you’ll never forget it.I’llnever forget it.”
“Do it now,” Jesse cried, clutching at Emory’s shoulders, feeling like he could drown, even with his head above water. “Fuck me. Put it in me.”
“Not when you’re this close. I want you to really feel it, to savor it…for as long as you can stand it…then a bit more.”
Jesse came, crying out and shuddering hot stickiness into the water.
* * * *
Jesse’s phone woke him. Daylight bled between the heavy curtains. He squinted at the clock on the wall. It had gone nine. He swore again then finally found his phone in the pocket of his discarded jeans.
Ant calling…
He almost hung up. Emory’s touch was still warm on his skin. Then he remembered Oliver’s expectant face when he’d asked about Christmas.
“Yo.”
“Hey, Jesse, it’s Ant.”
Jesse frowned. “What’s up? You sound different. Is Olly okay?”
“Oliver’s fine. Look, Jess, I don’t suppose we could meet this afternoon?”
Jesse rubbed his sleep-bleared eyes. “Aren’t you working?”
“I’ve got an afternoon off. What do you say to a cheeky afternoon pint with your big bro?”
Jesse frowned harder. “Are you sure you’re okay? You sound weird.”
“Weird?”
“You know…cheerful.”
“I’m making an effort here, Jess. Can you meet me or not?”
