Chapter 11 #3
I don’t answer. Right then, Harvey sets down his beer and makes his way over to us. My stomach flip-flops like I’m in trouble. His gaze drills into mine as he moves in front of me, placing a hand on my hip. He sways to the beat. I’m sandwiched right between them.
Harvey dances close, then he leans in and kisses me.
His tongue slides against mine. I groan, feeling Don’s lips on my neck.
Harvey stops kissing me, and it feels like he just gave me something then abruptly took it away.
He studies my face, as if gauging my reaction, then leans in to kiss Don over my shoulder.
I clench my jaw, and when he’s finished, I turn my head and kiss Don, too, longer and harder.
Don rubs his crotch against my ass. “You guys wanna go upstairs?”
Harvey gives me that indifferent look. He doesn’t care? Fine.
“Sure,” I say, answering Don but staring at him. “Let’s go.”
We silently follow Don to a side door and head upstairs.
I always knew there were rooms up here, but I’d never been in one myself.
Muffled grunts and groans tell me what’s going on.
Don leads us into a room set up like a studio apartment.
It has a bed, a love seat, and a TV. He closes the door behind us and pulls me into a kiss.
I feel Harvey hovering behind me. He starts kissing my neck.
The heat between us makes sweat break out on my skin, and all three of us are hard.
Clothing comes off. Harvey reaches from behind me to unbutton and unzip my jeans.
His fingers graze over my hard-on, probably on purpose, and I gasp.
Don captures my mouth again, snaking his tongue inside.
Fabric swishes and falls to the floor all around me until the three of us are naked.
Don turns me around so I’m facing Harvey.
Harvey looks at my hard dick, then runs his fingers over the tip, making me groan.
“You’ve got a great ass,” Don says, his palm covering one of the cheeks. “I like the freckles. I’d like to count them.”
Harvey’s jaw clenches. His composure cracks and rage flickers in his eyes. I glare back at him. Why is he so hard? Is he just fine with me being with another guy? He licks the palm of his hand and wraps it around my dick.
“Do you bottom?” Don asks. “Maybe I can fuck you. And you can do whatever you want to your boy.”
My boy. He’s not mine. He doesn’t even want to be mine.
I stare into Harvey’s blue eyes, which appear darker in this room. He looks like he couldn’t care less what happens, or that this stranger we just picked up is going to fuck me before he does.
“Okay,” I tell Don.
We climb on the bed. The mattress underneath the wrinkled sheets is wrapped in plastic and crinkles when we get on it. I’m on my knees, and Don gets behind me. I feel his cock rub against my crack, leaving a wet trail of precum over my skin.
“Goddamn,” Don mutters.
Harvey slides in front of me, and his lips hover just centimeters from mine, teasing. He takes both our cocks in his hand, stroking. He stares right into my eyes, and I can’t see. I can’t tell. He’s not going to crack again.
Behind me, Don rustles around in a drawer. Then something wet drips on my ass, and Don rubs a slick finger over my hole. I suck in a breath, gripping Harvey’s elbow. I pull him into a kiss while Don slips a finger inside me. I groan into Harvey’s mouth. He pulls away.
“Damn, you’re tight,” Don mutters.
He pushes one finger in and out of me. I try to kiss Harvey again, but he turns his head and moves away from me, climbing off the bed.
“You good?” Don asks.
Harvey reclines in a chair by the bed. “I like to watch.”
“Whatever turns you on, man.”
Don shoves two fingers in me, and I grit my teeth. The pit of my stomach turns cold. My heart flutters in my chest. An emotion rises in the back of my throat, one that makes my mind race, makes me feel almost insane.
Harvey is just going to sit there and watch me get fucked by someone else. He doesn’t care at all.
I get off the bed and gather my clothes.
“Hey,” Don says. “Where are you going?”
I grab my clothes and shoes and step into the hallway. I pause to pull on my underwear, pants, and shoes, finishing the rest as I leave, walking out into the night. I expect footsteps behind me, a voice calling Wait! But when I turn, nobody’s there.
I hail a cab and give the driver my address. As it pulls away, I take one last look at the entrance and exit doors. No one is running after me. I feel heavier and heavier the further we drive. By the time we reach my house, gravity seems ten times stronger inside the cab.
Once inside, I don’t cut on a single light. It would be as dark as the shed if not for the pool, lit and reflecting through the windows.
In the shed.
That’s where this started.
I pace in circles.
I should have sat there and kept my mouth shut. Now he has all these pieces of me. Pieces he can sell. Pieces he can trash. Pieces he can simply ignore.
I don’t know how long I pace before I pick up the phone. Steve always has coke. I could go get some. Or maybe he could bring some over. Then I decide: screw it. I’ll just go to his place. Maybe he’s having a party. I can get numb. I can escape this heaviness pressing down on me.
I grab the keys to my Jag and open the door.
Someone’s standing there, and I jump back.
It’s Harvey.
I step back into the house, He walks in slowly, uninvited.
“What happened?” I ask him.
He keeps walking toward me, backing me up to the windows.
“Did you fuck him?”
He doesn’t answer me.
“Did he fuck you?”
He gets closer. His silence is infuriating.
“Answer me!” I shove him, but that doesn’t faze him. He backs me up against the glass. I think we’re going to fight. I ball up my fists. He gets close to me until we’re head-to-head, his eyes locking onto mine.
“There’s nobody but you,” he growls. “Understand? It’s just you. Only you. All I want is you.”
I’m breathing hard, my back pressed against the window. “You were going to watch him fuck me.”
“You were going to let him fuck you.”
“You were so busy entertaining all your friends. What do you care if I fuck somebody else?”
Harvey’s breath is hot against my skin. “I wanted to break his hand. I wanted to break each finger that touched you because he touched what’s mine.” One of his hands reaches around the back of my neck and squeezes. “Because you are mine. Aren’t you?”
I swallow, trying to catch my breath. I close my eyes. “Yes.”
His hand squeezes harder. “Say it then.”
My eyes open. “I’m yours.” Then I grab him around the neck and squeeze. “Say you’re mine too.”
He kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him as close as possible. We kiss like we never will again, teeth nipping, tongues sliding together, while he steers me toward my sofa.
The collar of my shirt rips as he pulls it off, and I almost break the zipper on his jeans.
We’re naked, somehow ending up on the floor.
He climbs over me, taking my hands and pinning my arms above my head.
He’s rough, biting along my neck to my shoulder, across my collarbone.
I lift my hips, trying to rub my cock against him, trying to get him to put his dick in me already.
He removes one hand, holding both of mine down with the other.
He rubs a finger over my hole. It’s still wet with lube, stretched from Don’s fingers, and sensitive.
He teases me, just circling my hole, frustrating me, making me squirm, until he finally sticks his finger in.
He isn’t slow or gentle, but I don’t care.
He bites my earlobe and whispers, “It’s better when I do it, isn’t it?”
“I had to sit there and watch,” I say through gritted teeth. “All your admirers. People you’ve fucked.”
“I only want you.” He slides in two fingers.
I can’t control the sound that comes out of me. It starts as a whimper and ends in a groan. I lift my hips, try to push down on his hand, but he’s being a tease, pulling away whenever I try to get more.
“You want it bad, Hollywood,” he whispers.
“Fuck you.”
He withdraws his fingers and positions me on my knees in front of the sofa.
I lean over it, gripping onto the cushion as he traces the wet tip of his cock down my lower back and sliding it down my crack to my hole.
My hands grip the cushion, knuckles turning white.
I’m already panting and practically trembling.
I want him inside me so badly. And he knows from the way he presses the tip of his dick against my entrance.
He rubs it, making me arch my back and push against him.
He grabs my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh. “What do you want, Hollywood?”
“I want you. Please.”
He spits, then I feel the head of his cock pushing inside. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out as he inches in slowly, so maddeningly slow.
His breath catches, and he stops for a second, panting on the back of my neck.
“How could you do that to me?” I hiss. “It’s not fair. If I’m yours then you have to be mine too.”
My hole stretches around his cock, and my arms already ache from holding on so tight. It burns a little, and I’m not resisting. Then his abdomen rests against me. I’m stretched and full of him.
“I don’t want to see you with anyone else.” He bucks his hips, stabbing his dick further inside me.
I answer him with a groan.
His thrusts are shallow at first. Then they get deeper, harder.
He fucks me like he’s punishing me. One hand squeezes my shoulder hard, pulling me onto his dick.
I grit my teeth at how relentless and deep he is, right on the border between pleasure and pain.
I wanted it, and now he’s giving it to me.
I let go of the couch and reach for my cock. It feels like iron, and a steady drip of precum falls onto the carpet.
“No.” Harvey reaches around me and places my hand back. He slides inside me to the hilt, presses his chest to my back, and interlocks our hands. His lips graze my ear. “I’m gonna make you come with me inside you.” He rolls his hips against me, burying his cock in deeper. “I decide when and how.”
I release a shaky breath, and he fucks into me again, hard and fast. I spread my knees further apart, and I take it.
I take every thrust he gives me. Rug burn builds on my knees and shins.
Then he slows, pressing himself up against me again.
We’re both slick with sweat. He breathes on the back of my neck, inhaling and exhaling.
His hips roll slowly against my ass. I didn’t think it was possible for him to get any deeper, but this angle changes things.
I can feel the head of his dick massaging my gland.
“I can’t control myself around you,” I breathe. “I do stupid things. I say stupid things.”
His fingers find their way into my mouth, shutting me up. Then he slides them down my chest and over my nipples until they’re plunging down my front to my pubes. But he stops there, and I grunt in frustration.
His mouth grazes the shell of my ear, then his forehead rests against my temple.
“I’m yours,” he breathes, his voice layered in emotions I’ve never heard before. “I’m yours, Austin.”
Something lifts in my chest. The heaviness leaves. I turn my head, and he places his hand on my cheek, guiding me to his lips. The kiss is messy, open-mouthed. I groan into him as he rolls his hips again, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.
“Harvey,” I whisper against his lips.
He starts fucking me hard again, but this time he doesn’t slow.
The pleasure builds. He’s going to come inside me.
The thought that it’s him, Harvey Laden, after everything, after all this time, after all these years, he’s fucking me right now, and he’s going to come inside me… that’s what sends me over the edge.
I moan his name. His hand slides over my chest and pinches my nipple.
It’s explosive and euphoric. My insides clench his cock, and it feels like I’m shooting a gallon of cum.
I groan deep in my chest, where his hand rests right over my heart.
He’s panting in my ear, still moving inside me.
He gives me two hard thrusts, and I feel his cock twitch in me twice before he comes.
He groans into my neck, his body quaking against me.
When I loosen my grip on the cushion, my hands and arms are shaking.
I start to go limp, my knees rubbed raw and red from the carpet.
Harvey isn’t in a hurry to unjoin our bodies.
I’m not either. He kisses the back of my neck and shoulder.
I grab the hand resting on my chest and kiss his palm.
When he eventually pulls out, I’m empty and slick.
I turn, muscles stiff and tense, and we lie on the floor.
I slip one leg between his. The hand I rest against his jaw trembles.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“I was holding on really tight.”
His eyes search my own. Then he presses a kiss to my forehead, my mouth. “Me too,” he whispers against my lips. “Me too.”