Earlier in the day, after he'd left Brady's, Embry had made his way back over to Paul's house. After what they had done together, Embry wanted to fuck Paul and he was determined to get his peer to submit to him.
To say Paul was upset to have someone interrupt his day off for the third time was putting it lightly. To say Paul was upset that it was Embry interrupting him again… well.
"The fuck lie has Sam sent you here with time?" Paul asked after answering the door and seeing who it was. Unfortunately, he was wearing shorts this time.
"Hi, Paul," Embry replied with a warm smile, pretending he'd been properly greeted. "I'm doing well, thank you for asking. May I enter your home?"
"Get out of here with the bullshit, Em." Paul rolled his eyes.
"You really need to learn how to greet your guest," he shoved Paul aside and invited himself in. "This is why no one ever wants to come see you."
Paul put on a sickeningly sweet smile that Embry (probably no one) had never seen on him as he closed his front door. Honestly, it frightened Embry a little.
"Hello, Embry," Paul said. He sounded and looked like a politician beginning a speech. "Welcome to my humble home. May I get you a beverage?"
Embry slapped his hand across his heart in faux surprised. "That was really good! Yes, please. I would like a beverage." Embry knew Paul had only been joking around but, hey, he'd offered it.
"If you can be plastic, I can to," Paul said in his normal voice, headed to his kitchen leaving Embry by the door.
"Well that just shows that your home training is buried in there somewhere."
Paul came back with two beers and handed one to Embry, keeping one for himself. "The fuck do you want, Em?" He took a swig of what Embry was sure wasn't his first beer for the day. Embry could see that Paul was getting annoyed and he didn't want to be kicked out before he even made his proposal.
But now that the time had come, with Paul staring at him like that, Embry didn't know how to say what he wanted. Paul took another swig from his beer, as the silenced stretched on. Embry blushed and took a swig from his own bottle. He had to say something soon! He couldn't just stand here looking like an idiot!
Paul broke the awkward silence. "I know what this is." He sat his beer down on the banister at the foot of his stairs. Then as if it were an afterthought, he took Embry's and sat it next to his. "You got a taste of this dick," he rubbed his crotch seductively, "and you came back for more." He said it like a statement.
Now Embry was convinced that Brady had lied to him. He was that transparent. Embry blushed harder and nodded. Well that was half of it.
Paul chuckled, then slowly leaned over and planted a (surprisingly considering this was Paul) tender kiss on Embry lips. Yup. He had definitely had more than one beer today. "All you had to do was ask, Em." He took the other boy by the hand. "Come on. I want to be in a bed this time."
Embry let Paul lead him upstairs to that weirdly clean room of his. Once in the room, Paul dropped Embry's hand and then turned and planted more of his oddly sweet kisses on Embry. Embry was beginning to see that there was more to Paul than the rough persona the wolf pack always saw. He was a very clean guy and he could be sweet if he wanted to.
Paul undid Embry's shorts. Embry knew he would have to take charge at some point if he expected to get what he'd come for, but that could wait.
He allowed Paul to remove his shorts. He continued to kiss the other boy. Before long, Paul's tongue found its way in Embry's mouth. Embry still let him remain in control. Paul removed his own shorts and pulled their naked bodies over to the bed. He sat on the edge of his bed and dug a bottle of lubricant out of his bedside stand drawer.
"Where was that earlier today?" Embry asked, curiously.
Paul shrugged. "It was in there. I just didn't want to stop and get it." He kissed Embry again, effectively shutting him up. After popping the top of the lube and rubbing some over his dick, then setting the bottle on the stand, Embry straddled him and sat down on the long rod.
It was a little awkward at first sitting on the bed like this, but Embry wrapped his legs around Paul and it was more comfortable. Embry kissed him once more, wrapped his arms around Paul's neck, and set a smooth pace.
"Mmmmnn. Shit, Em. You're so tight." He planted kisses along Embry's chest. "You can come and get this thick dick whenever you want it. I love your ass."
I think I love you, Embry thought. But he didn't say it. He didn't want to scare Paul. For now, he continued to ride Paul's monster, lightly running his fingers through the back of Paul's head.
The fat appendage was so deep inside of him. And it was so long. Lifting up didn't even bring it half way out of Embry. It had to be at least…. eleven inches, Embry guessed. And he took all of it. He rolled his ass in circles in Paul's lap while they panted in each other's ear.
Paul gripped Embry's waist and took charge. He lifted Embry up until nothing but his fat head was left in and then let Embry all the way back down. Paul was so big. Each stroke felt like it would split Embry open. But each time he bottomed out, Paul hit that tender spot and it sent a shiver up Embry's spine instead.
"Mmmngh…" His moans were getting louder and his dick was starting to twitch. It was now or never. Embry (a little reluctantly) slowly pulled off the long dig. It took him about three seconds to get it all out. He then stood before a bewildered Paul.
"The fuck are doing? Is something wrong?"
Embry took a deep breath, preparing for the rejection that was certain to come. He forced himself to speak firmly. "I want to fuck you."
The room was silent for a second. Then Paul laughed. He blatantly laughed in Embry's face.
That was rude.
But Embry didn't let it offend him.
He simply stood there and maintained his composure. He had thought about this. He would either get what he wanted, or he would leave Paul hanging.
"Wait, you're serious?" Paul asked, when Embry remained silent. He simply nodded in agreement. He wouldn't continue his argument unless Paul told him no, which he was almost certain he would.
Paul stared at Embry incredulously for a second. Did he really expect him to say yes? "I'm not letting you fuck me, dude. Now get back over here on this dick and let me finish."
"No. If you want to fuck me again, it's gonna be after I fuck you."
"Or I could I could just take it," Paul responded roughly, his voice rising. Embry could tell he was getting frustrated but he wouldn't back down.
Embry folded his arms, and cocked an eyebrow. He wasn't afraid of Paul. "You can try. We both know I'm just as strong as you are."
"Em!" Embry actually jumped. Paul was definitely frustrated now. "I'm not letting you fuck me. Now get back on this dick and let me finish!"
Embry had known not to get his hopes up. But he had foolishly done it anyway. He'd known this wouldn't work. Embry snatched his shorts up from the floor and started putting them back on.
"What are doing?!" Paul asked in shock.
"What's it fucking look like?!" Embry replied furiously. "I'm leaving! I don't know what I see in you anyway. You just dicked me good once and now I'm sprung. Well, fuck you!"
"No!" Paul looked like a sad puppy. "Don't go. Come back to bed."
Embry ignored him. He buckled his shorts and headed for the door. He would just go back to Brady, or maybe he could try Sam. Sam had let Collin fuck him, why not Embry? Or maybe he could try Jake. Jared's ass sounded good. Whatever would piss Paul off the most. How could Embry actually feel something for him?
"Wait!" Embry stopped with his hand on the handle. "Okay."
Embry froze. Then turned to face Paul.
The face he found almost broke him. Embry had never seen Paul so… open. He looked ready to spill his soul.
"J-just... don't hurt me. Okay?" He said, in a small voice Embry had never heard.
Embry cocked his head to the side in concern. "Is that what you're afraid of."
Paul nodded.
Embry walked back to him across the small room and knelt before him. "I can't promise it won't hurt. But I can promise that it'll feel good."
Paul stared into Embry's eyes and the trust Embry saw there was a little frightening. He had never seen this fragile, venerable side of Paul. He was almost certain that no one had.
He was flattered to be the person the boy showed it to. Embry leaned in and kissed him. Then took his shorts back off. He laid Paul on his back in the bed and after rubbing some of the lubricant across his shaft, he crawled between between Paul legs.
The other boy looked so timid, it hurt Embry. "Relax." Embry kissed him again and then pushed against the hole. Because he was expecting resistance, he had used a little force and the lube made him slide right it.
"Mmmh!" Paul squirmed beneath him, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
"Shhh. It's okay. I've got you." Embry said, as if consoling a frightened child.
Paul lay there, shaking, clawing at Embry's shoulders, taking deep, timid breaths. If he were being completely honest with himself, it didn't hurt. It just felt uncomfortable to-
"Nmngh!" Embry had suddenly moved and hit a spot inside of Paul that had his legs trembling. "What was that?" He stared at Embry with wide eyes.
"I don't know." Embry shrugged and smiled, glad he could find the spot for Paul. "But that's what I was talking about. Feels good? Is that it?" He pressed his dick in with the word 'that', poking at the spot.
Paul took a sharp inhale and squirmed. "Yes!" He reached down and pumped himself. Confident that Paul was enjoying himself, Embry set a smooth pace, making sure to hit that sweet spot each time.
"Fuck… Oh God, Em. Fuck me." Embry pressed himself in as deep as he could go and listened to Paul audible pleasure. "I can't believe this is happening. There's a dick inside me! Em, your dick is up my ass!" It all completely baffled Paul. How did this happen again?
"And you like it, don't you?" Embry responded, thrusting soft and deep. "Take this dick, bitch," He whispered Paul's words back to him. "Say 'I'm your bitch Em and I love it'."
"Mnn… Oh fuck. I'm your bitch, Em. I'm your bitch, Em, and I love it. God, I fucking love it." Paul wallowed in this new-found ecstasy.
Embry smiled and wrapped his arms around Paul's neck as he fucked his brother. The tight heat around his dick was pulling him towards the edge.
Embry kissed Paul and rubbed their faces together. He sniffed at Paul neck and found a woodsy, timber scent. He kissed and licked at it, making Paul's masculine moans come out a little tighter.
Embry was surprised to find that, yes he was enjoying himself, he was enjoying the sweet ass clutching him, but he was more excited about pleasing Paul. He was happy because Paul was enjoying himself.
Paul was scratching at his shoulders and moaning in his ears. Embry pulled one of Paul's legs up his hip opening the boy up more.
"Fuck, Em. If you keep that up I'm gonna come."
Embry kissed him. "Come for me." Paul fisted himself faster. Embry caressed his face with his thumb. "Give me your wolf come." He was practically pounding Paul now.
"Oh… oh. Mnnnggh!" The thick white liquid spilled out all over Paul's hand.
"Yeah. That's it." Embry kept thrusting and before long he was shooting his hot load up Paul Lahote's ass.
Spent, he collapsed on top of the boy.
"Oh my God, Em. Is that what I did to you?" Embry smiled at him and nodded. "Fuck," he panted. "No wonder you came back."
Embry laughed and kissed him.
