Hatred With Benefits novel Chapter 28

EVA.

I remove my gaze from Emerson's and stare down at his pants. Without a word, I bend my knees and hook my fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants before pulling it down to his ankles.

When I lift my head to Emerson again, he has a smirk on his face as he gets out of the pants and tosses it to the side.

Taking a breath, I move to my knees in front of him and Emerson's hand moves to my head to coil his fingers through my hair as I grip his cock in my hand.

"Tell me what you want. " I mumble as I lift my head to meet his eyes and Emerson shakes his head. "You aren't playing that game with me, Carson. "

I tilt my head to the side as I grip his cock tighter and a hiss falls from his mouth in response; an irritated look creeping into his face.

"What do you want me to do with this, Ford?" I whisper as I push my face closer and give faint rubs to the crown of his hardened cock. "I won't do anything if you don't tell me. "

I gasp when Emerson's hand moves to the back of my neck and he presses hard into the skin as he lifts my eyes from between his legs to meet his gaze.

"Suck. " The one word from him is powerful enough to send shivers through my body at that spot and incites a familiar agonizing ache between my thighs.

Playing Emerson's favourites game, I lick my lips and tick my tongue as I increase the pressure of my grip. "You can do better than that, Ford. "

"I can help myself, you know. " He sneers and I nod. "You could—" I pause to slide my hand down the length before moving it to the base again. "But we both know that's no better job than having you in my mouth. Tell me, Ford. Tell me you want my mouth on you. Tell me how badly you want me to suck you. " Emerson's cock twitches in my hand as a response to my words and I stare at Emerson with awaiting eyes.

"I fucking hate you. Do you know that?" The emotion in Emerson's voice is adequate to deliver the message and I smile up at him. An innocuous smile where I blink my eyes up at him, knowing it drives him crazy with each other second that passes. "I know, and I hate you right back, Ford. "

Emerson doesn't say a word as he shifts his hand to the back of my head and lowers my head with enough force to make my lips touch the tip of his cock.

"I want that pretty, running and filthy mouth of yours on me, Carson. I want it wrapped around my cock, so suck. " The contentment that comes with his words is enough to give rise to the excitement that swims through my body with scorching fire. His words are a mixture of insulting, praising and commanding– just the way he is.

"That's what I thought. " I keep my eyes fixed on him as I close my mouth around his length, taking it slow and easing it gently into my mouth.

The first satisfying sound that falls from Emerson's mouth makes pride swell in my chest and I take the rest of his length down my throat, my eyes wide as I try to blink back the tears at the corners of my eyes.

"Oh, fuck Carson. You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look right now. " If it isn't the oddest way for Emerson Ford to compliment me in his unusual way when I'm on my knees before him with a mouth full of his cock, and if it isn't even weirder that I feel a surge of satisfaction with his words.

I pull half of his length from my mouth and rub my hand down the flesh before lowering it back into my mouth; my teeth scraping along with each slide and my hand supporting where my mouth doesn't cover.

"Yes, just like that. Your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around me, Carson. " Emerson's dirty praises encourage me to bob my head faster and twirl my tongue across his crown— to which he grunts.

With each pleasurable sound and dirty word that falls from Emerson's lips, I go faster and give him the way I know he wants.

When his breathing becomes harboured and he thrusts his hips forward along with the movement of my head— I know he's close.

"I'm about to explode. If you don't want my mess in your mouth, you might want to pull away. " Emerson notifies me as a warning but I don't say anything as I open my mouth wide for me and he goes ahead— shooting load after load of his cum inside my mouth.

"That feels so damn good. " Emerson throws his head back as he steps away and rubs his hand down his length, shooting the bits that's left across my chest while I swallow him down my throat and drag my tongue across my lips to the trails that escaped.

"How many times have you done that?" Emerson's brows raise as I move to my feet. My eyes drop to his semi-hard cock, still pointing straight at me and I look away to his face. "Why do you ask?"

"How many cocks have you sucked behind your daddy's back, Carson?" He repeats his question in a more irksome way and I glare at him. "Keep that word out of your mouth, Ford. " As weird as it sounds, Emerson Ford will be the first man to have my mouth on his cock. When it comes to having sex, it's them giving me pleasure— not me giving them one.

Emerson's shoulder shakes in a laugh as he stares down at my chest, the sound slowly dying down. "Do you want me to scrub that off you?"

"No. I need to brush your terrible taste from my mouth. " I say as I move away from his view and Emerson chuckles behind me. "It sure as hell didn't seem terrible when you shoved me down your throat, Carson. "

"You'll be surprised at the aftertaste of your mess, Ford. " I retort as I turn to the glass and I hear Emerson's footsteps behind me before there's the sound of the water running.

Emerson comes out minutes later like the perfectly created sculpture he is with beads of water moving down his gorgeous face, to his naked chest and his muscled thighs with his cock dangling between his legs.

"Want to go once more, Carson?" His voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I shove him my middle finger before walking past him into the shower.

I hear Emerson's small laughs before it fades and I place my hands on the wall as a small smile touches my lips.

~

With a rumble of my stomach, I clad my naked body in Jean shorts and a cropped tank, letting my hair fall down my shoulders before walking out of my room.

I walk into the living room and furrow my brows at the sounds that come from the kitchen.

Turning my direction from the couch, I stride inside the room to see Emerson's body turned to the counter.

Emerson Ford is in the kitchen. Cooking and shirtless. He's always shirtless around the house, but holy fuck, the fact that he's shirtless in this way is so fùcking hot.

I watch his back muscles flex as Emerson stretches his hand to grab the pan and place it on the stove– the movement is random but I find it sexy when the sunlight from the window glides down the skin of his back in a brilliant glow and it turns dirty when I imagine my nails scraping down that skin.