Hidden Within
Chapter 13: Obedience
Emmett POV
When I returned from buying that new video game, I found the house empty. Well, not completely—Carlisle was in his study and Nessie was in the portable crib in Edward's old room. But my brothers were nowhere to be seen or smelled. I cursed Jasper for making me wait to play this kick-ass game—was his thirst really so bad that he couldn't wait a few hours? I was only gone thirty minutes! I plunked myself down on the loveseat so hard that the frame cracked a little. Esme was going to be so pissed.
When the boys finally arrived home, they all fucking reeked of sex. Those fucking pricks. Didn't they know I wanted my chance at deflowering Jacob, too? Apparently they didn't want me in on their group action. It was insulting. Maybe they were intimidated by my giant dick. They didn't bother to fill me in on whatever happened either. I pretended it didn't bother me, popped the game into the PS3, and started playing with Jasper. I would bide my time until an opening came along. God be damned if I wasn't going to get a crack at the mutt before this week was up.
The following evening, my opportunity arose. Everyone left the house for one reason or another, except for Jacob. Thankfully, I had the foresight to gather my supplies earlier in the day. We sat next to each other on the sofa, locked in a zombie battle on the PS3. After a few rounds, I decided to up the ante and make things more interesting. I suggested that we play Strip Left for Dead, where the loser of the battle loses an article of clothing. Jake chewed his lip in a moment of hesitation—he was already shirtless, after all. But he seemed to brush off his nervousness, confidently stating that he would whip my ass. His confidence wasn't too misplaced—he was a pretty formidable player. He threw himself into the next round with a determined expression on his face. Purposely, I threw the battle.
"Boo-ya!" he yelled, punching the air with his fist. He turned to me and poked my shoulder teasingly. "Whatcha gonna lose, Em?"
I gave him my best sheepish grin and grasped the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it over my head, revealing my rippling muscles little by little. As the fabric covered my head for the briefest moment, I heard him gasp. I tossed the shirt across the room and took in his astonished expression. Yeah, I was damn hot. Every muscle bulged, perfectly defined—definitely a body to be proud of. A quick glance downward told me he appreciated the view. He caught me looking at his growing bulge and ran his hand through his silky black hair, embarrassed. "Go again?" he managed to squeak out.
"I'm gonna kick your pansy ass," I laughed. And we battled again. I no longer wanted to wait, so I threw the game after only a few minutes.
"Hey!" Jacob looked at me with suspicion. He knew I lost on purpose this time, but I didn't care.
I'd gone commando today, and it was time for my big reveal. I stood up in front of him, the crotch of my jeans inches away from his face. Slowly I released each button, watching his eyelids grow heavier with lust as each button popped. My giant erection poked out of the fly of my jeans, practically brushing against his nose, and his eyes grew large as he finally saw the nine and a half inch length of me. As my jeans pooled at my ankles, I swear I saw him drool a little out of the corner of his mouth.
I knelt before him so my face was level with his and leaned forward, licking the droplet from the crease of his lips. He took the bait and caught my lips with his, kissing me forcefully. He threaded his fingers through my thick curls, pulling my face as close to his as possible, ravaging my lips passionately. He readily accepted my tongue, exploring every recess and crevice of each other's mouth. I ran my hands over his well-muscled form, marveling at the excessive heat sizzling under my cold touch. He moaned, the sound muffled inside my mouth.
I pulled him into a standing position, my forbiddingly large erection pressed against his stomach. I shoved a thigh between his legs and ground hard against his arousal, which was straining against his cutoffs. His head fell back with a groan, and he ran his hand down my neck, across my chest, showing some love to my nipples, tweaking them roughly. A growl rumbled deep in my chest, and he was encouraged by the sound. He sucked on my neck as his hand ghosted down my eight-pack abs, tracing each muscle. I sighed at the intense feeling of hot on cold. He ran one finger down the center of my abdomen, down my happy trail, and finally gripped my thick cock, pumping me hard, moving my skin like silk on steel. I grunted and roughly shoved him off. He looked at me, startled and a little bit slighted.
"Wait," I hissed. "I want to play a little game with you."
He smiled warily. "Errm, okay…"
I gave him another quick kiss before racing up the stairs to my room. "Don't move!" I called. I grabbed my satchel of supplies off my dresser and was back down the stairs in a flash. He gaped at me—I was literally gone for about eight seconds.
I stayed at the foot of the stairs, catching his eye and maintaining lusty eye contact as I reached into the satchel. I dropped the bag when I found what I wanted and held it out for him to see. He raised an eyebrow when he saw what it was—a custom-made leather collar with his name emblazoned on it.
I grinned widely. "I had it made special for you, Jake. Now, come," I commanded.
His eyes narrowed a bit at the sight of the collar, but he started to walk toward me anyway. "Uh-uh-uh," I chastised, wagging my finger at him. He halted, confused. I pointed to the floor. He caught my meaning and rolled his eyes, but he did what I asked, stifling a smirk. I was worried he might be insulted by my little game, but he seemed to be into it. Maybe it was exciting to the wolf inside him.
He crawled over to me on all fours; the sexy way he swung his hips as he moved made my cock twitch. When he was within reach, I issued my next command, "Heel." He stopped and I bent down, fastening the collar around his long, beautiful neck. I stroked his hair as I stood up again. "Good boy."
He snarled at me, making me laugh. He couldn't keep up the act; I caught a hint of a smile play across his full lips. I reached into the bag again and pulled out a jar of peanut butter.
"I've heard that dogs love peanut butter," I said as I twisted open the cap. I dipped my fingers in, scooping out a large dollop, and spread it over my cock and balls. "Do you like peanut butter, Jakey?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips, waiting for his response.
He looked up at me with hooded eyes. With a little smirk, he licked his lips and yipped his ascent. My laughter at his noise bubbled out of me, but it quickly transformed into a deep moan as he began to lick off the peanut butter from my cock. He was diligent, making sure not a trace of the substance was left before moving on to my balls, sucking each one into his mouth, cleansing them. When all the peanut butter was gone, he went to work sucking my cock, taking as much of me as he could into his mouth without activating his gag reflex. He worked the rest of my length with his slickened palm. I bucked my hips against him wildly, urging on his eager, scorching hot mouth and tongue. I felt the pit of my stomach tightening; I was close, but it wasn't time yet. I needed to be inside him.
I roughly pulled his head away from me. "Down boy," I hissed, motioning for him to get back on all fours. He complied readily, looking up at me expectantly. I retrieved my last two items from the bag and approached him. I squeaked the bone-shaped chew toy in front of his face. "Does the doggie want a bone?" I asked playfully.
Jacob played along, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth and panting excitedly as a canine would. I placed it on the floor in front of him, and he picked it up with his teeth, squeaking it impishly.
"Squeak it if you like what your master does to you," I directed him. He squeaked it to let me know he understood.
I dragged the other item, a rolled up newspaper, along his back as I made my way around to the rear of him. "If you fail to obey me, you will be punished," I said, tapping his still clothed buttocks with the newspaper. He shivered. Squeak.
I knelt behind him and bent my body over his, pressing my muscled, icy flesh to his, groaning at the effect his heat had on me. I could barely wait for the molten lava of his waiting cavity to encompass and squeeze me. I placed my lips against his neck, licking the spot where his neck met his shoulder, nipping lightly, but not enough to break his skin. Squeak. I grinned against his neck, and continued downward, running my frigid tongue along his spine painfully slow, making him jerk and shudder. He was breathing hard around the chew toy, saliva dripping onto the floor. When I reached the waistband of his cutoffs, I ran my tongue along the hem, hooking my thumbs into the belt loops. Squeeaak.
Abruptly, I tore the pants from him, the button popping off and ricocheting off the floor. The perfect, plump half-moons of his ass were staring me in the face. He swiveled his hips, inviting me in. My hands grasped the round globes, gently massaging them, together, apart, together, apart. I descended to the top of the cleft, sweeping my tongue between the divide. He moaned loudly and the chew toy dropped to the floor.
I smacked both sides of his ass with the newspaper, leaving behind a small red mark on each cheek. He yelped in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Pick it up, pup," I demanded. He obeyed, whimpering with desire. I dropped the newspaper, confident he wouldn't disobey me, that he wanted what was coming.
I licked the palm of one hand and reached around to take hold of his aching cock. Squeak squeak squeak! My cock was positively burning with the desire to be inside him. I lapped at his entrance, wetting it completely before inserting one finger, then a second. He moaned around the toy as he bit down hard. Squeeeeeeeeeeeaaak.
I scissored my fingers apart inside him to stretch him for my wide girth, pumping him harder with my free hand and raining kisses along his russet colored rear. He pushed back against me, wanting more. I wanted to prepare him as much as I could for my size, so I inserted two more fingers, swirling them around, intermittently stretching him and stroking his prostate. His cries were muffled around the object in his teeth, which was no longer squeaking as he gripped it in his jaws, not wanting to drop it for fear I would stop.
Satisfied that he was ready, I removed my fingers and ran the head of my cock between his cheeks, resting at his gaping, wet hole. "Do you want me, Jacob?" I breathed.
He squeaked the toy and ground his hips up against me. I took his invitation and slowly entered him, inch by inch, giving him time to adjust to my size. Once I was fully encased inside his body, I stilled my movements, waiting for his cue. I reveled in the intense sensation—fuck, he felt like a greenhouse, baking my frigid flesh. I gripped his hips tightly, willing myself to wait for his go ahead.
Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long for him to rock his hips against mine, spurring me onward. I withdrew and plunged back in, setting a rapid rhythm, encouraged by the consistent squeaking and his muffled cries of pleasure each time I hit just the right spot inside him with every long, hard thrust. Just as I was really getting my groove on, I heard a throat clearing. The sound was very close, but quiet enough that Jacob did not pick up on it. He continued to push back against me as I whipped my head around to the right.
Not five feet away from me stood Edward, fully naked, cock standing tall, taking in the scene before him with that crooked smile spread across his face. I gasped in surprise and stilled my movements.
"Emmett," he addressed me in that velvety voice of his. Jacob tensed up at the sound of his voice, and looked over his shoulder, the toy falling from his lips as his mouth hung open in shock.
Edward stepped closer and kneeled behind me, pressing his erection against my flexed thigh. "Who said you could play with my puppy?" he demanded.
"Huh." I chuckled. "Didn't realize you owned him." I glanced over my shoulder and met his eyes. They were sparkling with mirth.
He winked at me, but took on a severe tone of voice for Jacob's benefit. "I'll teach you to ask my permission before taking my dog for a walk," he hissed.
Playing along, I defiantly pushed myself hard into Jacob, putting pressure on his sweet spot. He cried out in pleasure, biting his own lip hard, nearly drawing blood.
"You asked for it," Edward threatened. He swiftly spread my cheeks apart and entered me full force. I roared so loud that the windows shook. I was overcome by the heat of Jacob's tight ass clamping down on my dick, and the fullness of Edward's cock deep inside of my own ass. The double pleasure was indescribable.
"FUCK!" I screamed, as I resumed plunging into Jacob with vampire speed. Edward quickly caught up to the pace, and our movements became fluid, like an expertly choreographed dance. Two sets of tight balls smacked into mine on both sides of my sack. The three of us created a symphony of growls, roars and howls as skin slapped against skin.
Jacob was the first to cave into sensation. As he rode to the top of the peak of his ecstasy, ruining the rug in the process, his walls clamped down hard around me. I screamed out my own orgasm, filling Jacob's body with my icy release, making him shiver. Edward followed as my ass clenched his cock, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as he rode the waves.
Spent, we collapsed on one another, a tangled mess of arms and legs, randomly entwined. We all clearly needed a minute to process what we just experienced.
Jacob finally recovered enough to prop his weight up on his elbow. He fingered the collar I had buckled onto him and smiled to himself. He looked from me to Edward and back again, before breaking into a fit of giggles. "That…was…awesome!"