Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
AARON
“ H old onto your knees,” Harrison demanded as he stared at me with those hypnotic eyes of his.
“I thought we were done,” I quipped, licking my lips.
“Not yet, boss.”
His comment made me hot all over, but it was also a reminder that I’d screwed up, again. Fuck it. I might as well go for broke.
I gripped my thighs and pulled my knees up. Suddenly, I felt my face heat. Harrison had just fucked my brains out, so I wasn’t sure why I was embarrassed to show him my ass. The feeling didn’t last long. Harrison ran a teasing finger down my crease, rubbing the cum that leaked out of my hole. His cum. I barely suppressed a shudder. I liked the fact that he’d marked me, but I’d never admit it. He was so annoyingly good at fucking that he probably had tons of hot men queued up at bars and clubs. And why did the thought of him unloading like that in some other guy’s ass make me ragey? That orgasm clearly detonated what was left of my logic and common sense.
And then Harrison lowered his head and licked my ass. Logic and common sense stood no chance against that wicked tongue of his. I didn’t think my dick could get it up again so fast, but hey, getting rimmed after a hard fuck will do that.
“You’re a filthy boy,” I whispered, then slapped a hand over my mouth.
The fuck had I just said?
Harrison chuckled and gave my ass cheek a teasing bite. “Look who’s talking.”
“We should just stick to fucking.”
“Yes, boss.”
I pushed my ass in his face. “Get back to work.”
“It’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do it,” he quipped and licked my hole again, teasing me so good I swear my eyes rolled back in my head. “Jesus, my cum tastes good on you.”
“Don’t say that on the next conference call.”
Harrison’s sudden, booming laughter hit me right in the gut. My lips curled up in a rare smile. I couldn’t help it. Bantering with Harrison had me feeling more alive in two days than I had in years. Bantering, plus really amazing sex. He’d fucked me senseless, was now eating me out, and I was making jokes? I hardly recognized myself. And why wasn’t I freaking out? Then again, this was just sex. Once it was done, we’d go back to sniping at each other, and everything would be normal.
Wouldn’t it?
My smile—and worries—disappeared when Harrison shoved his hot tongue in my slack hole.
“Oh God,” I moaned and reached for his head, delving my hands into his thick hair.
I was going to come hands-free if he kept that up.
“You don’t have to—” I started.
He swatted my ass cheek in retaliation. Okay then.
“Are you sore?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“A bit.”
A lot. I hadn’t taken a dick up the ass in over a year.
He slowly slid a fingertip in my tender hole and my hips arched off the bed. “Ahh.”
“More? Or stop?”
“More.”
My ass was extra sensitive at this point and any stimulation would only tip me over the edge. He slid his finger in deeper and crooked it, tapping my prostate. Pleasure snapped through my body, making me quake all over. He sucked one of my balls into his mouth and I gave up any pretense of playing it cool.
And when he gripped the base of my dick and ran his tongue around the head like he was licking a lollipop, I gave up my control. Harrison’s eyes never left mine as he sucked my cock all the way down his throat. I felt his moan as he swallowed, the vibration so good I bit my lip hard, my climax rising. It was different this time, more intense, and I didn’t know if it was because of the previous orgasm or because I could read every heated expression in his pale blues.
He crooked his finger and I was so sensitive that I tipped right over the edge. I didn’t think, I couldn’t see; all I could do was feel. The pleasure hit me hard, like I shattered into a million stars. Harrison swallowed my load, but most of it spilled out of the corners of his mouth. He gave one final lick to my cock then rose up, wiping his face and using my cum to jerk himself off with rough strokes. He was so freaking hot that I couldn’t look away. The golden freckles I’d spotted on his neck trailed down over his chest and arms, and I wanted to lick every single one. He was beautiful.
Beautiful?
“Give it to me,” I commanded.
A couple of strokes later, Harrison did just that, letting out a strangled groan and coating my abs and chest with hot cum. I ran my hand over my pec and brought one sticky finger up to my lips, tasting him. The entire time he was watching me through narrowed eyes. Was he pissed off again? I couldn’t tell.
When he collapsed on top of me, however, I got my answer.
Instead of pushing him off and making for the bathroom, I slid my arms around his waist and rubbed my hands over his broad back. I liked the weight of him on me. I liked it too much. But as to why I was still touching him, it was a mystery to me. And why he was allowing it even more so. This didn’t happen with strangers or fuck buddies. I got off, they got off, but that was it. Once I came, I was out of there. There was no push and pull. Arguing with my lovers? Nope. I never made anyone laugh during sex either. Not until Harrison. And there were certainly no hugs or cuddling or whatever the fuck this was.
Cuddling? As if. Harrison and I were just…resting. Together.
Harrison squeezed me and my gut clenched hard. This was complicated. In so many ways. But I didn’t want to think about it tonight. I wanted to revel in the pleasure and forget that life outside of this hotel room existed. For once, I wanted to let go of all the what ifs and just be in the moment. Jesus, ‘ be in the moment’? I sounded like Shane. Ever since my friend left the law behind and became an artist, he spouted positive affirmations like he was a wellness guru. I wondered what he’d have to say about this situation.
I’d built my career—and my life—carefully, methodically, safely. Fucking around with Harrison was the domino that could topple all of it.
“Stop thinking,” Harrison mumbled as he tucked his face into my neck.
I cupped his head and pulled him in tighter.
“That’s like asking me to stop breathing.”
I nipped his jaw in retaliation.
“I can hear your brain working. Power down Mr. CEO and relax. It’s just sex. Tomorrow, we wake up and go back to business.”
Harrison’s statement reassured me. And it also ticked me off. Maybe he could fuck and forget, but I was starting to think that with him, it was going to be impossible.
Instead of angsting over that unwanted revelation, I reached down and pinched his ass.
He let out a snort. “Give me a minute before we start up again.”
“So little stamina,” I teased. “Then again, you are two years older than me.”
He sucked on my neck as payback, and I couldn’t help but shiver.
“I’ve never fucked my boss before,” Harrison admitted as he kissed my collarbone. “Should I be worried about my performance review?”
“I’ve never fucked an employee before, but I can assure you, you’ve exceeded expectations.”
And now I was flirting? Normally I was crap at that kind of thing, preferring the more direct ‘do you want to fuck’ route and afterwards, a mumbled ‘thanks’. I had no idea I even had a playful side, never mind that this man could pull it out of me.
Harrison leaned back and smiled. Those dimples of his were entirely too seductive.
“First time for everything.” He winked.
“First and last.”
He tensed up, and something flashed in his eyes. Something that looked a lot like disappointment. It happened so fast that when I blinked, I figured I was just imagining things. There was no way we could do this again. It was fun and wild, but it was just that. I couldn’t risk everything for a fuck. Even if it was a stellar one, and one that I wanted to repeat.
“You’re right.”
Harrison pulled off me quickly, and suddenly, I was cold. Cold, sticky, and filled with regret. Not for what we’d done, but for the fact that we couldn’t do it again. We could barely stand each other as it was. It’s not like this was the start of any kind of…relationship. We had a working one, and barely that.
“First dibs on the shower,” Harrison called out and stalked off, leaving me with a prime view of his high, tight ass.
“You mean, you don’t want to share?” I called out.
“No, I’m shy.”
I laughed until I heard the click as he closed the bathroom door. Despite what I’d said, my feet had a mind of their own. Next thing I knew I was sliding off the bed, and following him into the bathroom. A wet, naked Harrison was just as hot as the cum-covered version. Or, a close second.
“Seriously?” he asked as he looked over his shoulder.
“Look, I?—”
“No, Aaron, I don’t want to date you. I know I have a magic cock, but I’m just not that kind of boy. Don’t worry. You’ll meet someone else.”
“You asshole,” I grumbled as I reached for the door handle.
“If you expect me to bathe you, the answer is no,” he said as he turned around. “No cuddling, no bathing, no relationship.”
“So funny,” I replied. “If this sales thing doesn’t work out, you should definitely consider stand-up.”
“The crowd would love me.”
“Shut up and share the water.”
He gave me a long once-over and met my eyes with a raised brow. “Why?”
“It’s better for the environment?”
Harrison shook his head and began to soap up his cock. I stood on the other side of the glass like a voyeur.
“Are you going to watch or come join me?” he asked with a smirk. “Not that I mind showing you my best work.”
“You do like a hands-on approach.”
I opened the door and stepped inside, sliding up to him, unable to resist taking those tempting lips of his.
“I said no kissing—” he quipped, but made no move to pull away.
In fact, he kissed me right back, mauling my lips and teasing me with his tongue. Why was kissing him even sexier than fucking?
“—and so much for the last time,” he whispered against my lips.
“Tomorrow, we go back to normal.”
“Normal,” he repeated and nipped my lips. “Right.”
For some reason, I don’t think Harrison bought my pitch.