17. The sweet nectar of the forbidden fruit.
The sweet nectar of the forbidden fruit.
JAYCE
H aving sex with Harlow is a religious experience. I’m finally willing to admit I dreamed about it far too often when I left my guard down and the dirty thoughts snuck in on me. But my fantasies fell short of the reality.
Harlow is deliciously in tune with his body and needs. Every touch makes him sing sweetly, and it takes all of my self-control not to bury his head in the mattress and fuck him until we both blackout from exhaustion.
I’m not saying it won’t happen—he’s not leaving my bed until morning, if I have my say in it—but I’m taking my time. I’ve neglected him for too long, and he deserves to be cherished.
Yet, I must admit, I’m reaching the limit of my patience.
I lay him on his back on the bed and position myself between his open legs.
I kiss his slender foot, and he shivers, reaching for me with grasping hands.
His soft curls are stuck to his sweaty temples, and his glasses are foggy from the heat of our union and Mandinka’s climate.
I pull them off his nose gently—they’ll just get in the way—before kissing him deeply, my erection rubbing on his.
I reach for the bottle of lube on the bedside table, and Harlow watches me with feverish interest as I slather my cock in oil. Before I even finish, he has guided me to his entrance with his right hand.
“Thank you, my Prince.” I laugh. “I might not have found my way without your guidance.”
“Shut up already… and fuck me…” He pushes down on my cock.
“With pleasure,” I say, trying to appear confident, but I sound entirely too desperate.
We both moan as the ring of muscles stretches to accommodate me. Harlow furrows his brows as I slowly push deeper—I’m not small by any standards—and I smooth the lines on his forehead with my thumb.
“Yeeeees…” he sobs as I ease my way back and forth with controlled hip thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, nibbling at his neck. “You take me so well.”
Harlow goes pliant, surrendering his pleasure to me, and I pick up speed, burying myself deep inside him.
I know the exact moment when I hit the sweet spot, because he tenses, the muscles of his neck corded as he sings, “Fuck…fuck…yes…”
I pull out just enough to get enough room, and I slam back into him, hitting the same spot mercilessly a few times in a row. Harlow’s eyes roll back, and I know he’s already too far gone.
I can’t stop. My entire life narrows down to the feeling of him around me. Tight, warm, mine… Soon, his moans turn breathless—voiceless—as I fuck him with abandon.
I grab his cock in my hand and help him along as I keep fucking him. “Come for me…” Even as I feel so close, too.
Harlow cries out and comes in generous spurts over my hand, hiding his face in his disregarded kimono to stifle his delightful screams. I’m sure Alara and Gia have already come up and looked for us, and I couldn’t care less if they hear us from the hallway.
They both would agree it’s been a long time coming, and short of being under a dragon attack, they wouldn’t let anyone or anything bother us now.
As soon as Harlow has relaxed back on the bed, I pull out and finger him with his semen, offering extra lubrication. His stretched hole makes incredible wet noises.
“I’m not done with you,” I say before aligning my cock once again and impaling him.
He gasps and reaches for me with shaky hands. We kiss for a moment, but then the urge to come is overpowering, and I hold both his arms above his head.
And I am lost.
I can’t take it slow any longer. I can’t… I need…
“Yes… yes… come inside me…” he rasps. “Please…”
His words push me closer to the edge of my sanity. I intended to release over his hole or his stomach—I know some men don’t like to be filled with cum—but Harlow does, apparently, and I couldn’t be more fortunate.
I speed up, unbidden, and the clap of flesh hitting flesh echoes in the room.
Harlow moans, his cock hardening again as I keep hitting his prostate.
His tongue peeks out of his mouth, his lips shiny with drool, and I caress them with my thumb.
He sucks my finger eagerly, looking entirely lost to the lust himself.
My orgasm builds up, and I come—hard—deep inside him. He hangs on to my neck for dear life, and I pull him to my chest, wanting to feel his skin against mine as I go through the different stages of my climax.
I can’t remember the last time sex was this good.
We stay like this for a while, in a sticky embrace. I don’t want to let him go. He has placed his face in the hollow of my neck, and he gives me light kisses from time to time. I don’t know if he even realizes he’s doing it.
At last, I lay him back down on the bed. “I’ll get us water,” I say.
He smiles shyly. “Please. I’m parched.”
I chuckle. “I bet you are.” I pull out gently, and Harlow squirms. There is a squelching sound, and my cum drips on the sheets. My vision focuses on it, and my cock hardens once again. “Yes. Water. Then I’m going to fuck you again, my Prince.”
Harlow whimpers, and the candlelight reflects the pure hunger in his eyes. We have all night, after all.
A knock at the door finally wakes us around noon, and Gia strolls in uninvited, looking fresh in a green dress.
“Ugh, it smells like sex and males in here,” she says, walking in with a tray of food.
I give her my best withering look, sitting up. “Nobody asked you to come in and get a whiff.”
Last night I fucked Harlow again. We both lasted longer this time, and he came in my mouth before I wrecked him.
He fell asleep face on the mattress, and I cleaned him gently, even though I felt like going again.
Since we finally gave in, I didn’t know how to stop.
But he’d spent the day learning how to swim, and exhaustion got the better of him.
We slept for a few hours, and I woke him up at sunrise by sucking him off.
He begged me for more, even though he was still sore, and I didn’t have the strength to resist his offer.
I lubed him up and took him from behind.
He was more pliant than ever, barely out of his slumber, and I fucked him until his legs gave out.
After, he fell asleep in my arms as the cool morning air drifted from the open balcony door, and I slept too.
Harlow hides under the covers, but Gia says, “No need to hide, young man. I know very well you’re here. I heard you all night from my bedroom. You’re a moaner.” She laughs.
Harlow makes a strangled noise of indignation before emerging from his nest. His hair is all over the place, and he looks so adorable I have to resist the urge to kiss him senseless.
“You missed breakfast, so I brought you some food,” she says. She hesitates to sit on the bed, but then thinks better of it, wrinkling her nose. “You’ll need to replenish your energy after such a night.”
I pour myself a mug of fresh coffee from the pot she brought. “Thank you. You’re the best.”
She smiles. “We might not be on the Blunder , but caring for you is still my job.”
Harlow reaches for the sweet rolls while holding the blanket to hide himself—except he’s not doing a very good job of it, and it slides over his naked shoulder, offering us a glimpse of the many hickeys I gave him last night. Gia raises an eyebrow and offers me a pointed look.
“I’m not sorry,” I say, sipping my coffee.
“What?” Harlow asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing, love. Try the coffee while it’s still hot.”
“ Love? ” she mouths at me when he’s not looking.
I shrug and wiggle my eyebrows, and she laughs.
She smiles fondly and watches us eat. Eventually, she says, “By the way, your mother has been asking for you. It’s about Kuroki. Apparently, he went back to his mother’s house late last night in a state. She wants you to go see him.”
“What happened?”
She sighs. “I have no idea. But Wilbur hasn’t come back from the shipyard either.”
I frown, my coffee halfway to my lips. “Thank you. I will get ready and go check on him.”
“Can I come with you?” Harlow asks, worry etched on his pretty face.
“Of course. I have a feeling I’ll need all the help I can get.”
Kuroki was always a sensitive soul. As a boy, he used to pick fights with the other kids for any slight or injustice, all the while crying his eyes out.
He dripped snot all over his enemies while beating them senseless with his little fists, and I often had to intervene and get covered in tears myself.
Gia makes us promise not to spend too long in the bath—threatening to send Alara and Freddy up if we do—and she disappears with her tray. Harlow is in no shape to keep going anyway—he’s well-fucked—but I help him wash thoroughly in the bath before sucking him off.
When he insists on doing the same for me, I say, “Oh, love, we don’t have time for this, and you’re tired. When I fuck your mouth, I’ll make you sob and choke on my cock so good you won’t be able to function for a few hours.”
Harlow looks more than eager to do it now, but his worry for Kuroki wins.
“It’s a promise then,” he says.
I kiss him on the nose. “It is.”
I don’t know what this is… what we’re doing. But I know I don’t want it to stop, so we’ll figure it out as we go. And I didn’t have enough with him. I intend to know his body from toes to the tip of his head and make him sing for me some more.
We put our clothes on reluctantly and go downstairs. As expected, Alara whistles and claps as we enter the common room, and Freddy smiles like a proud father. Harlow looks about to dig a hole and disappear into it.
“You’re insufferable,” I tell them as we come closer. The other patrons in the common room watch us quizzically. “Don’t you have something to do other than put your noses in other people’s business?”
Alara put a finger on her chin. “Hmmmm, let me think. No .”
I kick her bench, and she hangs on the table in front of her not to fall, cackling.