Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“I do love your bossy streak.” Harrison’s eyes were serious as I stretched out next to him.
Unsaid words hung between us, the gulf between loving someone’s traits and loving the whole person. That gap had narrowed down to a razor-thin line that no longer seemed as scary as it had a few weeks ago, but the caution in his expression said that he, like me, was still holding back, not quite ready to cross that line.
Which was fine. We’d get there. I believed that now. And after all the heaviness of the day, we both needed some lightness. So I made myself laugh as I rolled on top of him. “Now, I’ve got you right where I want you.”
“Good.” Beaming up at me, he pulled me down for a kiss that made our earlier ones seem downright chaste.
We’d done this enough now that we both knew what got each other hot, and I loved that, loved how he knew that I liked him pliant but eager, loved how he welcomed my tongue and teeth and lips with little sighs and moans. Our cocks dragged together until I was having to trace recessive genes in my head to avoid coming.
Breathing hard, Harrison broke away. “Get the condoms.”
“Now who’s bossy?” I gave him a pointed look before fetching the lube and a condom from the cubby. Happy as I was rubbing off together, I’d give him whatever he needed most.
“Me. But in my defense, you were taking too long.” He stretched against me and made a grab for the lube.
I raised my eyebrows at him. “Does your sudden bossiness mean you want to switch it up?”
It wasn’t that I never bottomed, but I loved the hell out of topping, and that was what guys typically seemed to want from me. Still, if Harrison wanted to be in charge after his long day, I’d let him.
“Intriguing as that sounds, you know what I like best.” He kissed my neck, biting lightly.
“I do.” I found his mouth for another soft, lingering kiss. He truly was perfect for me, so polished in his everyday life, so happy to let me lead in bed. “We do fit rather well together, don’t we?”
Harrison chuckled as he again tried to grab for my hand with the supplies. “If you’d hurry, we could fit even better.”
“We’re getting there. Let me have my fun.” Ignoring his impatient noise, I kissed my way down his torso. He smelled like the expensive soap he favored, and his jaw was smooth like he’d showered as well as changed clothes before he’d come to see me. Thinking about him all hopeful that we might make it to my bed made my cock throb.
I nipped at his chest and licked his happy trail before blowing lightly against his straining cock, making it twitch. I had to laugh. “Your dick is as impatient as the rest of you.”
“It is. Do it. Please.”
“Even bossy, you’re still all polite.” I rewarded him by sucking his cock into my mouth. It wasn’t my final destination, but I couldn’t resist the chance to taste him. The weight of him on my tongue, the salty tang of his precome, the sounds he made—all of it ramped me up further. And made me even more curious about what other sounds I could coax him to make.
Releasing his cock, I licked his balls, teasing until he was moaning and squirming. I used one finger to circle his rim, and when he was rocking up to meet my mouth and hands, I slid even lower on the bed, arranging him to my satisfaction. Holding his ass open with my hands, I turned my attention to his sensitive pucker, flicking my tongue all over, discovering which spots made him gasp louder.
“Damn. If that’s your fun…by all means.”
“It is.” I nipped at one of his ass cheeks. Rimming was always fun, but doing it for someone as responsive as Harrison was its own kind of special. I was half-tempted to get him off exactly like this, going nuts for my mouth and fingers. “Fuck, I love doing this.”
“Far be it from me to stop you.” He moaned again as I used the flat of my tongue more firmly.
“Still way too coherent, Harry.” Laughing, I pulled back long enough to grab the lube. “I’ll have to work harder.”
“Yes.”
His eagerness was a potent aphrodisiac, and I redoubled my efforts as I added a slick finger to the mouth action, going back to licking at his balls as I pressed a finger inside. He was hot and tight and rocked up to meet my hand, making me go for two faster than I’d planned, but watching him unravel was simply too good.
“Please,” he begged as I found his gland and rubbed against it, the sort of firm pressure that always got him pleading like this.