Chapter 3 Dom #3
I managed to get them past his knees, raising his calf to feed a leg of the trousers over his foot, and copying the move with the other leg before dropping them to the floor. I was swallowing the urge to rip his boxers off since I caught a glance of his cock through the legs as he struggled around.
I rose before he could entice me with the swell of his calf and the coarse layer of hair running up to his thighs. It disappeared beneath the legs of his boxer shorts. I wanted to tear them off just to confirm my suspicion that the hair around his cock was darker and thicker than his thighs.
He took a low breath, his chest expanding. We watched each other, the energy around us vibrating, a gorgeous tension swirling between us, the type which came before a great fuck.
I wasn’t going to risk doing something he might not be ready for. I had rules, and one of them was no virgins. I could tell from the first blush he’d never had sex with a man before.
Too many times I’d been with a guy like him only for them to do something stupid, like get possessive or fall in love with me.
I bluntly ignored the thought that said maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea with Harry, especially when Pip, Knuckles, and Harry's friends had fucking drugged him.
If it was their usual shit, it would wear off in an hour or two.
I moved away from him, back to the table, grabbing the pint glass and kneeling down next to him.
“Up you come, handsome. I need you to drink this.” I put my arm around his back and encouraged him to sit up.
“Uuugh, I really don’t want any more.”
“It’ll make you feel good. Honestly. It’ll be worth it in the morning.”
Harry narrowed his eyes skeptically, wrinkling his nose. “That’s what the other guys said.”
“And I’m not them.”
“Promise?” He looked at me so hopefully that I dipped my head so he missed the desire that blasted through my body and showed on my face.
Why the hell did he have to be so fucking cute? I swear it was illegal.
“I never break my promises,” I replied as I met his eyes again. I mean, I lied all the time and fucked around whenever I wanted, but I had some morals, even if they were usually hidden beneath a layer of dirt.
Harry kept his gaze fixed on me as he lifted his hands to take the glass, cupping it between his palms, until he gulped a mouthful, his lids fluttering shut. I nearly fucking groaned at the pleasure on his face as he tipped his head back, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
What the fuck was I doing? I should just leave him to sleep, go sit on the sofa and spend the night with a crooked neck instead of edging nearer to him.
“Is that good?” I asked breathlessly, pointlessly torturing myself.
He finished the entire glass with a deep gasp, panting as he lowered it. “Yeah, Dom, it’s really good.” I was so close to praising him for taking it all.
My eyes devoured his face, his neck, the curves of his arms and belly.
Harry's chest rose and fell as he handed back the glass, a drop of water escaping the side of his mouth and running to his chin.
I turned to leave the bed, planning to get him more water and give myself space to cool down, but he shot out a hand and grabbed my sleeve.
I looked back at him in surprise. “Can you stay with me?” he mumbled, so fucking pure it hurt.
“I will, don’t worry.” I stroked his hand as I gently removed it. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
He laughed as he babbled again, “I want you here,” he said, patting the bed beside him.
“I like company, and I can finally sleep. You’re so loud.
” Harry shook his head, grinning to himself.
“I mean, you know that. I’m so worried you’re going to be fucking and I can’t sleep.
You keep me up all night, and not in a good way. ”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut before snapping them open again and looking up at me.
“At least like this, I know you’re not going to keep me up. With you beside me, I can sleep.” He smirked in a way I never expected, and my fucking heart trembled as he awkwardly crawled under the duvet.
He was driving me crazy. If I hadn’t half-carried his drunk ass up all those flights of stairs, I would have said he was winding me up to get me into bed to see how far I would go. I’d had a straight guy try it before, and he’d called me a freak as soon as I reached for his cock.
I bit my lip as I went to refill the glass, telling myself I was just doing a favour for a sort-of friend. I was a good Samaritan, a hero, even. I'd brought him here to make sure he slept well, end of story.
Taking a deep breath, I walked back into my bedroom. I’d already crossed a line inside myself. I was going to do whatever he asked, simply because it was him.
If he wanted me to sleep next to him, I was there, and if I ended up wrapped around him in the night, I’d just blame it on the alcohol, even though my last drink was an hour or two ago.
I kept my gaze on Harry’s face as I stuck the glass on the bedside table. I quickly whipped off my shirt. His eyes went wide as they scoured my body, and with his sharp intake, I knew I was well and truly fucked.