Emery [bxb]

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Emery pulls away to flip me onto my back. Straddling my waist, he licks my nipples.

"Do girls ever do this for you," he hisses, pulling my hair as he bites them gently.

I gasp, heart racing. I turn him over on his stomach, kneeling over him. Kissing his slim, sweet-smelling neck, I grind my painful erection against his backside. He helps me pull his pyjama pants down, revealing an ass as firm and high and perfect as a boy's can be.

"Please use spit or something," Emery gasps.

My tongue is dry as cotton but I rush to drape myself over his body and stick my fingers in his mouth. I pull his hands behind his back and he entwines our fingers. Emery's raised and ready for me, hips poised, when I hear footsteps. I throw the covers over us, nearly having a heart attack.

My cousin Janie walks in in her pyjamas, bleary-eyed, hair mussed.

"Sorry," she croaks at us, reaching for the water bottles. "It's hot; I got thirsty."

She leaves and I sober up, my heartbeat steadying gradually.

My first waking thought the next morning is: I almost fucked Emery. He was laying right underneath me. I'm worried he won't want to change in front of me or shower with me or sleep in the same bed anymore.

But Emery plays it off like nothing happened. Which is relieving, I guess.