Chapter 9 #2
I get up from the table and walk back to the cabin, glancing over my shoulder now and then to see if anyone is following.
Once inside, I step into the shower. I watch the door.
When I open it, I expect to see Harvey, but he’s not there.
It’s after sunset now. I lay on my bed with a towel around my waist. Maybe Harvey didn’t catch my drift.
It’s too bad. We shouldn’t have kissed, not like that.
It’s his fault, but I could’ve walked away, just like he could’ve on New Year’s Eve.
So what does it mean that neither of us, given the choice, walked away?
The door to the cabin opens, and Harvey walks in. It’s too early for the bonfire to be over. He must’ve sneaked off. I get out of bed and move toward him, backing him against a wall. He’s got that indifferent look, but a faint smile tugs at his lips. He’s back to being the Harvey I’m used to.
“What do you want, Hollywood?” he whispers.
I think about the last time he asked me that. What I should have said. “You know what I want.”
He eyes drop to my mouth, then return to mine. “Then take it.”
I fist his shirt and yank him toward me, crushing my mouth to his. He kisses back just as hard. Like before, he pushes his tongue into my mouth, kissing like he’s going to fuck me. I have to break the kiss to pull him toward his bed.
“Is that all you got?” he asks.
I push him onto his back and straddle him. I grab his hands and pin them above his head.
Something changes in his gaze—a flash of something dark and carnal. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly. “Damn, Hollywood. I guess not.”
I inhale Old Spice as I stare at him. It feels strange to have Harvey Laden pinned beneath me and not want to punch him. There are so many other things I want to do with him now, and it looks like he will let me.
“Were you really scared I drowned?” he asks. He still has the same look on his face, but something vulnerable flashes in his eyes for a second.
“Maybe,” I reply.
“Maybe you’d better get a move on. Show me what you’ve got.”
“Me show you?”
“Right on, Hollywood. This dick ain’t gonna suck itself.”
I have him pinned right now, and he’s telling me what to do?
I watch his face for a moment, then remove one of my hands from his wrists, holding them down with the other.
I keep my eyes on his as I grope for the button and zipper on his jeans.
When I undo them, I slide my hand over the fabric of his blue briefs and palm his erection.
“Somebody’s happy,” I say. I trace the outline of his cock and balls with my fingers. He squirms beneath me.
“This is what you wanted,” he whispers. “Wasn’t it? That night.”
I finger a wet spot on his underwear. “I’m gonna knock you out.”
“Just say it.”
“I thought you wanted to fuck me. Bend me over my bed?”
“Oh, we’ll get to that, I’m sure.”
My cheeks heat, and his smile widens. I regret telling him anything.
He’s just going to be a smart-ass about it.
I slide my hand under the waistband and wrap it around his dick.
He takes in a breath, and his hips roll.
I use my thumb to rub little circles over the wet tip, and he groans, closing his eyes.
“Damn it, Hollywood,” he breathes.
I remove my hand from his wrists and slide down his body. He runs his hands over my chest and shoulders.
“You’re like a map of stars,” he mutters.
I pull down his clothes until his cock pops out and slaps his stomach.
I’d wondered before, mostly when I was high or drunk, what Harvey Laden’s dick looked like.
The skin is paler than the rest of him, but it’s fully engorged and a light shade of red.
He props himself up on his elbows, watching me, waiting.
Am I really going to do this? It is one way to wipe that arrogant, prince-like look off his face.
I don’t have to finish. I could leave him hanging if I wanted to.
I get myself situated and lean down, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.
He groans again, his breath quickening, so I do it again.
His hips lift, trying to shove his cock into my mouth, but I hold him down.
I use my other hand to jerk his dick while I lick and suck the tip.
He doesn’t taste or feel any different from any other guy.
I guess it’s just the fact that it’s him; it’s his dick in my mouth right now.
That must be why I’m starting to enjoy it, and my cock is swelling up under the towel.
I stop licking and look at him. He watches me like a predator. He licks his lips.
“Don’t stop now,” he says.
I slowly stroke his dick. “What if I did?”
He laughs breathlessly. “Then I think I’d knock you out.”
I take half his cock into my mouth, and he moans again. I hold his hips down to stop him from deepthroating me. He lets out another groan of frustration. I take in a little more, slowly, until the head is at the back of my throat.
“Shit… shit…” He’s gasping.
I pull back and take him in a few more times, pausing to suck on the head. His breathing quickens, and the muscles in his thighs begin to tremble.
“I’m gonna come,” he rasps out. A second later, his cock twitches in my mouth and his jizz shoots down my throat.
I swallow and can’t help groaning. I just swallowed Harvey Laden’s cum.
The thought keeps running through my mind as I stroke his cock with my hand until it gets softer—and mine gets harder.
I look at him lying as flat as a pancake. His chest rises and falls.
But I’m not the only one. Whoever that guy was at 54, I’m sure he swallowed, and I hate him now.
And Margie? I never thought we’d be in a situation where we’ve both gone down on the same guy.
I feel a wave of irrational jealousy. I should have kissed Margie after just to taste him.
It would have been so twisted, so wrong.
So fucking hot.
I crawl on top of him. His eyes are closed. I lean down and pinch the skin under his earlobe between my teeth.
“Sh-shit, Hollywood,” he gasps. He turns his head, and my teeth tug at his skin. “Fuck…” He turns it again and kisses me. His tongue licks inside my mouth. His hand slides up under the towel, fingering the hard shaft of my cock. He pulls back. “I think you liked that.”
“I think you did too.”
He loosely wraps his hand around my dick, and I gasp, desperate for friction.
“I think you really liked that.”
He sits up, and I fall back onto my heels. He kisses me again, softer, then whispers against my lips, “Take this off.” He tugs at the towel.
“What?”
“If you want me to suck your dick, you have to get naked.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
The arrogance is back, and he looks incredibly snide.
“You think I’m just going to take orders from you?” I say.
He squeezes my cock, causing me to groan. “Yes, I do.”
“Fine.” I take it off and toss it at the end of his bed. “Happy now?”
He sits up on his knees in front of me, his dick still hanging out of his pants and getting hard again. He runs his hands over my chest, a huge grin spreading across his face.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He looks me over like I’m a piece of meat.
“What do you keep smiling at?” I ask him.
“This dick.” He strokes it. “And look at that burning bush.”
“Shut up.”
He squeezes my cock. “That’s not very nice.”
I gasp at his touch. “I didn’t make fun of you.”
“I’m not making fun. I like it.” He moves over to the side. “I like it a lot. Sit over here.”
I sit on the side of his bed, and he drops to his knees in front of me. I was expecting more obnoxious teasing, but he slides half my dick into his mouth immediately.
It’s my turn to groan. “Oh, fuck.” It feels even better to watch him, to watch his head move with the wet suction on my dick. I put my fingers into his surfer boy hair and pull. “I can’t believe you’re sucking my dick.”
A deep sound emanates from his chest like a laugh as he braces both his hands on my thighs.
I fist his hair and sink my cock into his wet mouth, inch by inch.
His throat convulses around the tip but relaxes when I start pushing forward again.
A few seconds later, his lips are touching the base. I shudder with pleasure.
“This is what I wanted,” I moan. “This right here.”
He does the swirly thing with his tongue, and I pull his hair. He seems to like that. He keeps swirling, and I grab his head with both hands, ready to plunge my cock down his throat. But he pulls back and takes my dick into his mouth again.
Then he doesn’t move. His eyes flicker up at me like he’s waiting for instructions.
I push his head back slowly, watching his lips glide down the shaft, wet with his spit.
I stop halfway and pull his head forward, pushing my dick into his throat.
He makes a noise, but he relaxes. His breath comes out in sharp bursts from his nose as I do the same move again.
I hold his head still and roll my hips, fucking my dick into his mouth, but only part way.
His fingers dig into my thighs. I go slowly at first, not too rough.
Watching him just take my cock has me increasing my pace. He grunts and groans around my dick.
He gives me complete control, letting me use his mouth like he did to that guy at 54. The heat pooling at the base of my spine intensifies.
“I’m coming,” I blurt. I shudder, and my dick twitches and pulses in his mouth. He rests his hands on my knees, throat constricting as he swallows my cum.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my whole body shuddering.
I tilt my head back, eyes closed, my grip loosening in his hair, and he licks the tip of my softening cock. When I open my eyes, he’s sitting up on his knees between my legs, watching me with a fascinated smirk.
“You good?” he says.
I nod. “Yeah.”
He stands up and wipes at the corners of his mouth. “Not bad, Hollywood.”
I lay back on his bed. “Not bad?”