Page 53 of The Loophole
“Okay. Same with me, by the way.”
He slid his hand down my stomach, slowly, as if he was giving me time to change my mind. When he rubbed my hard-on through my sweats, a soft moan slipped from me.
I claimed his mouth in an urgent kiss as heat shot through me. Now that we’d crossed this line, I desperately needed more. The way he responded told me he did, too.
He pulled my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Then he worked his way down my body, licking and kissing and occasionally nibbling me while my cock throbbed.
When he reached my waistband, I raised my hips for him, and he pulled my sweatpants and briefs to mid-thigh. Then he tried to yank them off in one motion, but my legs got tangled in the fabric. I tried to sit up and help, but we bumped heads, and I dropped back onto the pillow with an, “Ow.”
“Just let me.”
Both of us started chuckling when he stood up on the bed, grabbed my sweatpants, and tried to pull them straight up. He ended up hoisting my lower half off the bed, hanging me by my ankles as I exclaimed, “What are you doing? I feel like a marlin that’s being hauled onto a fishing boat!”
“I’ve got this. I have mad seduction skills. I should give a Ted Talk on how to seduce your mate.” That made me laugh even harder.
He shook me like a dog with a chew toy. Finally, my feet slipped out of the tangle of sweats and underwear, and the half of me that had been hanging in the air fell back onto the mattress. He shouted, “Ta da,” and held up the clothes victoriously before tossing them over his shoulder.
Then he dropped down on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him and murmured, “There’s no one in the world like you, Em.”
“That’s probably a good thing. One’s enough.”
I’d lost my erection during all of that, but it came right back when we started kissing again. Embry reached down and stroked my hard-on, and I cupped his ass with both hands. Somewhere along the line, he’d taken off his sweatpants, but he was still wearing briefs and a T-shirt. I was about to do something about that when he slid between my legs and started sucking my cock.
Holy fucking shit.
It wasn’t my first blow job, but none of the others had prepared me for the magic Embry could do. I propped myself up on one elbow because I wanted to see what he was doing, and when I ran my hand over his hair, he glanced up at me. When our eyes met, our connection felt tangible and electric.
Soon after, my brain shorted out. Pleasure and sensation radiated through me, so strong that it obliterated all rational thought.
Needless to say, I didn’t last long. I tried to give him a heads up by blurting something barely intelligible when I was about to come, but he kept sucking me. About two seconds later, I bit back a yell as a massive orgasm slammed into me.
It left me wrecked. Shaking. Barely functional. I collapsed against the pillows and muttered something totally inarticulate, like, “Fuck me, that was fucking awesome.”
Embry curled up next to me and pulled the covers over both of us, and I rolled onto my side, so I was facing him. He was grinning and looked like he was pretty proud of himself, probably because he knew he’d just rocked my world. Even though I was barely conscious, I mumbled, “What about you? You didn’t get to finish… or start.”
“Next time,” he whispered, as he gently swept my hair back. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
“But it’s not fair. You made me feel incredible and got nothing in return.” My words were starting to slur. It was too much effort to keep my eyes open.
“Not true. I thoroughly enjoyed that.”
“Still not fair.” I wasn’t sure if I said that out loud or just thought it before sleep dragged me under.
The next morning, I once again woke up wrapped around Embry—only this time, I was buck naked. That instantly made me feel self-conscious, so I slipped out of bed, being careful not to wake him.
I grabbed some clothes and hurried to the bathroom. Then I turned on the shower and stood under the stream of hot water for a while, lost in thought.
This was a lot to process—though not the part about being intimate with a man, surprisingly. I’d been working on redefining my sexuality ever since I realized I was attracted to Embry. Apparently he was attracted to me too, which was a newsflash. Now that we’d finally acted on that mutual attraction, it felt right.
But I needed to figure out what happened next. Of course, I planned to talk to Embry and get his take on all of this, but first I wanted to get a handle on my own thoughts and feelings.
Were we going to start dating? Embry and I lived under the same roof, so how was that going to work? Also, what if it didn’t work out? Then what? We still had a year of pretending to be married ahead of us, which would be incredibly awkward if we decided to break up in real life.
And there was that overthinking I’d managed to avoid the night before.
Not that this was the time for a lot of introspection. We had brunch to get to, and then we had to make our excuses, get out of here, and get back to San Francisco.
I finished up in the shower and hurried through the rest of my morning routine. Then I paused with my hand on the door handle and took a deep breath. Was this going to be awkward? Would things feel different between us? Did Embry think what happened last night was a mistake?