Chapter Seventeen
Banks
“Not yet, baby...”
Banks reveled in the delicious foreplay of teasing and tempting Harper into a taut, quivering wire of anticipation and hot, obvious lust. It was clear what Harper wanted—release.
Hot, urgent, sexy, taboo, sinful release.
It was clear in his panting, desperate moans, his taut, ruby nipples, his quivering belly and the copious pre-cum literally dripping from the tip of his smooth, slender prick.
Banks knew his breath was pouring across that sensitive tip, hot words tickling the tender, silken skin as he peppered it with denial. “Not quite yet...”
All the same his fingers toyed and teased with Harper’s backside, so ripe and tender in his loving grip. He kneaded the flesh so slowly, in a way he never had a woman’s, taking his time to indulge in the heady sensation of flesh on flesh.
Harper’s ass was firm and round, but pliant and pale beneath his desperate fingers.
For all his bossy, demanding, even cocky mannerisms, Banks was as nervous as he’d ever been, treading new territory and bluffing his way through each new benchmark if only to make Harper feel comfortable with what they were doing.
The fact was, he’d never been as attracted to anyone, man or woman, as he was to Harper.
That thought alone made him more than horny.
He was deathly, absolutely afraid. Petrified, even, that every moment he spent with Harper would reveal just how deeply in lust, possibly even in love, he was with his sexy former classmate.
Banks had built his entire life on a lie.
Everything about him—his cocky bravado, his nonchalant attitude toward sex, his aloof nature with women, his refusal to date anyone, at any time—had all been carefully crafted to hide his secret identity.
To ensure that no one ever saw behind the wall where he secretly lived, struggling to deny that which was so powerful to him, yet so elusive as well.
Until now. Until Harper. Sexy, shy, slinky Harper, sitting there at the pep rally, cloaked quietly in his brand new Pride tee, as lost and alone at college as he’d always been back at school.
Just like Banks. And now here they were, alone in this dorm room, naked and hard and about to cross off another item on their rapidly dwindling “Fuck It List.” It was clear Harper thought Banks was the more experienced one, perhaps because of his long list of female conquests back home.
But Banks had never sucked another man off, not even close, and to have his lips so perilously close to Harper’s was as frightening as it was intoxicating.
He studied it now, the bulbous tip drenched with desire, his eyes marveling at the stiffening shaft, mesmerized by the sheer, supple skin and the roadmap of veins lurking temptingly just beneath.
There was no need to grip it this time. Instead he clung to Harper’s ass all the tighter and, with a slight pull and gentle drift, inched his lover forward until his darting tongue slid into the jagged slit.
He felt Harper’s whole body tense, first in the quivering ass cheeks clutched in his tender grip and then his cock itself, throbbing and thrusting along Banks’s greedy tongue.
Harper issued a long, slow, helpless moan that rang through his whole body, the vibrations surging beneath his fingertips as Banks continued to tease and tempt his lover’s flanks with eager hands.
“Jesus, Banks,” Harper murmured between soft, pliant whimpers and appreciative moans. “This is too fucking sexy for words.”
“No, it’s not,” Banks murmured, peppering the tip of Harper’s cock with soft, slow kisses that encircled it but didn’t quite enrobe it. Yet, anyway. “Use your words, Harper. Tell me what you want.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Harper moaned. “If my cock was any harder it could crack diamonds in half.”
“It can be harder,” Banks assured him, breath spilling across the wet tip dancing just in front of his tempting lips. “I’ve seen it harder. Felt it harder. Tell me what you want, Harp, and I’ll make it the hardest it’s ever been. Just before you shoot ropes down the back of my throat, that is.”
“God, you... Did you talk like this with your girlfriends back home?”
Banks squeezed each ass cheek in turn, dragging Harper’s delicious cock across his hungry lips as if tempting them both to within an inch of their collective lives.
“Talk? You think we talked about anything other than last week’s game or who was the biggest bitch on the cheerleading squad? The girls back home would have run back to their preacher daddies if I ever talked to them the way I talk to you, Harp.”
“Their loss,” Harper murmured with a sly, curious smile that reached all the way to his beseeching eyes. “It’s hot.”
“Fuck, yeah, it is,” Banks confessed, glad Harper had his back to his lap so he couldn’t see the quickly spreading stain of thick, wet pre-cum dancing across the front panel of his poor, tented boxer shorts.
Harper flexed his ass cheeks, thick and ripe and smooth in Banks’s firm grip. “Did you ever squeeze their asses like this?” Harper teased, the quick ponytail he’d tied his long brown hair into dancing across his broad, smooth shoulders.
Banks shook his head, careful to dance his lips across Harper’s cock with each denial. “Harper, did you come here to talk about girls? Because we can do that. Or you can tell me what you want me to do to you, and I’ll do that, too. Now, which would you prefer?”
Harper beamed, his own lips gently parted in a curious grin.
The slight pause lengthened and, to goose him along gently, Banks squeezed those perfect cheeks once more.
Harper murmured, moaned and nodded, as if making a silent decision way up there in his feverish brain. “Can you put it in your mouth, Banks?”
Banks chuckled, knowing the hot, breathy gushes were what was making Harper shiver with beautiful delight. “You don’t ask someone to suck your cock, Harper. This is fantasy. Dirty talk. Sexy stuff. Tell me what you want.”
“But ... is that really what you want?”
“Harper, believe me when I tell you, I am begging you to tell me to suck your cock. Please, baby, help me out here!”
Harper blushed, nodding. “I like it when you call me baby, Banks.”
Banks beamed in reply. Now they were getting somewhere! “Good, baby, now ... please?”
Harper nodded, a slow, syrupy smile slithering across his thin lips as he quietly nodded. “Suck it, Banks.”
Banks nodded, stifling a smile at the soft, tentative way Harper spoke, even when he was making dirty talk with that pretty little mouth of his. “Suck what, Harp? Tell me, say it. You’ll like it, trust me.”
“Suck ... suck my cock, Banks.”
Banks heard the desire in Harper’s voice, low and soft and thrumming.
He nodded, grinning quietly before opening his mouth and fervently wrapping his lips around the shimmering tip at last. Harper gasped, but no louder than Banks did, the velvety smooth skin and fragrant heat an irresistible combination he couldn’t believe he’d waited this long to sample.
All those years of longing, of waiting, of hoping and dreaming and now, suddenly, he finally knew what he’d been missing.
Banks luxuriated in the taste of Harper’s flesh, so rich and meaty and manly, the same way his hands played with his lover’s firm, fleshy ass, feasting on the curves and supple flesh beneath his fingertips, warm and sweaty as the hot night air enveloped them in its sultry embrace.
“Fuck, yes,” Harper murmured above the sound of blood rushing past Banks’s ears. “Stay right there, your mouth is so hot...”
Banks nodded, savoring the tip and just the tip, knowing the rest would come eventually, in more ways than one.
For now he was content to savor Harper’s meaty flesh, hot and heady with the load he’d splashed all over his chest back in the movie theater.
“I didn’t wash it,” Harper grunted, Banks using his tongue to flick and fondle the tender union just beneath where the shaft met the tip, tracing each wrinkle and fold of the puckered flesh gathered there. “Does it taste like you wanted it to?”
Banks nodded and, in the process, drifted his lips gently down the shaft.
Harper shivered, gasped and moaned his approval.
“Fuck, yes, Banks, that’s it, that’s...” Harper swallowed, eyes wide with desire, lust, fear, joy, confusion.
He nodded eagerly, the ponytail dragging along the other shoulder now, dancing from side to side as Harper’s whole body hummed uncontrollably.
Banks inched his head gently back, even as he dragged Harper away, using his ass as a rudder to guide him back and forth, in and out, side to side and round some more.
“It’s okay, Harper,” Banks murmured, licking the taste of dried spunk from his lips with an appreciative tongue.
“You did great. We’ll work on the dirty talk later but, for now?
Don’t let it distract you from how good this all feels, okay? ”
Harper nodded, voice just above a whimper. “It feels so good, Banks. I don’t want it to end.”
“It doesn’t have to, Harp.”
“But I’m ready to blow already and we just got started.”
“We’ve got all night, baby. I’m not sleepy anymore, are you?”
“Fuck, no!”
Banks winked, kissing the tip of Harper’s throbbing cock for good measure. “Then come as fast as you want. Let it go. I’ll make you come again soon, promise.”
“Promise?”
“Baby, when I’m through with you, you won’t have anything left to come with.”
Harper squirmed, wriggling his ass deeper into Banks’s grip as if to prove his willingness to do just that.
The warm South Carolina breeze had caressed them both, turning their fevered skin into a slick, sweaty canvas that slithered and shook beneath his grasp.
“Fuck it then, Banks. Do your worst. Make me come and, when I’m done, your turn, okay? ”
Banks chuckled, low and soft. “Don’t make empty promises, Harp.”
“I snuck over here to make you come, Banks. I’m not leaving until I do.”
Banks licked his lips, aware of the debilitating effect it had on Harper. “Well, then, don’t mind if I do...”
He squeezed Harper’s ass, not just for effect this time, but for purchase. Lips spread wide, fingers directing traffic, he slowly, easily, purposefully pressed Harper forward until his long, smooth prick slid gently inside his waiting mouth.
Gone was the time for teasing, for tempting, for toying or even talking.
Harper barely had time to gasp aloud before Banks slid his mouth down the top half of his pretty prick, taking as much as he dared and knowing it wouldn’t matter if all he did was blow on it.
Poor Harper was close, Banks could feel it.
Taste it, too, little pinpricks of pre-cum drizzling across his grateful tongue as he used it to suck and slather affection up and down his lover’s shaft.
Harper didn’t have to thrust greedily into the hot, liquid cavern Banks provided with his eager mouth, clinging lips and swirling tongue.
Banks did that for him, gripping his backside indelicately and using both cheeks as a helm, guiding him in and out of those clinging lips, until the liquid sound of desperate, wet heat filled the room and, along with Harper’s appreciative moans and delighted gasps, probably traveled halfway across the campus as well!
Banks indulged in the sensation of being filled, inching more and more of his lover’s skinny, wet prick deeper and deeper into his desperate mouth.
He felt Harper’s lust mounting, in the way he flexed his ass beneath his hands, in the way he joined the thrust and parry in and out of his lover’s eager lips, in the way his breathing increased, almost panting now, body liberally coated with a generous layer of sweat as he grunted and thrust and warned in vain, “Banks, please, I’m. .. I’m...”
Banks ignored him completely, taking his lover’s cock even deeper into his mouth as Harper trembled, quivered, grunted and came.
Banks dragged his mouth gently away from the gushing tip, making room for the thick, clotted jets to bathe the back of his throat with warm, rich spunk as he swallowed and savored the sinful sensation of long-awaited desire.
How he’d wanted to do this for most of his life, desperate to taste another man’s seed hot and thick in his mouth, lips trembling around his lover’s cock as it throbbed and spat thick, hot ropes across his wrangling tongue.
His heart pounded as Banks blinked the sting of sweet, salty sweat from his eyes and breathed in through his nostrils, desperate to savor every moment of Harper’s climax.
Only when his slender prick had started to soften between his lips, the skin pliant and satiny against his tongue, did Banks gently tug on his lover’s trembling, sticky backside and drag the length of his flaccid cock free of his gasping lips.
Harper knelt in front of him, glowing under his fresh layer of sweat, flawless in the soft moonlight that favored his equally soft features and smooth, tender curves.
He stared at Banks greedily, his mouth in particular making Banks grin.
“Come here,” he grunted, voice low and hoarse with unfulfilled lust.
“But I’m ... still on those lips,” Harper murmured, even as he leaned gently forward.
“On my tongue, too,” Banks murmured, leaning closer until their lips met, a burst of warmth and desire that literally made his heart skip a beat with its unrelenting power.
Harper’s kiss was tentative at first, a glancing blow that sizzled and slithered until it caught on Banks’s tongue, thick and sticky with his own jizz.
Banks opened his mouth wider. Harper accepted the invitation only too willingly, their tongues dancing desperately in the silver moonlight as Harper’s big, swimmer’s hands drifted from the headboard behind him and gripped Banks by the neck, drawing him closer until their mouths merged in a most blissful union that lasted until neither could breathe, both unsure if they even wanted to anymore.
At last Harper relented, hands dragging away from where they’d nestled in Banks’s sticky black curls and lips puffy and bruised from the intensity of their most sinful kiss.
Harper sank back onto his haunches, bare ass on the mattress between Banks’s spread legs.
“It tastes salty,” Harper murmured, licking his lips as if to prove it.
“Not to me,” Banks murmured, leaning back on his nest of pillows and unsure which was sweeter—Harper’s spunk or the probing, curious kiss to taste it for himself. “I think it’s sweet.”
Harper snickered, reaching out with both hands to drag soft fingertips across Banks’s chin, then his throat, then down to his stiff, sensitive nipples. Banks gasped, making Harper grin all the wider. “I wonder if yours will taste sweet, too, Banks.”