Chapter Six #2
He seemed hurt, and I cupped his cheek. “I will. But like you need time to tell the people in your life, so do I. I don’t believe my family’s homophobic, but honestly, sexuality isn’t something we’ve ever discussed.”
“Trust me, I understand. We’ll figure this all out together.” Harte kissed me. “Because I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you go because of what someone else thinks. Not when I found you after all this time and you make me feel so alive.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Harte’s blue eyes captured mine as he skimmed his fingertips across my face. My belly clenched, and my balls grew tight. I’d never had this intense a reaction to anyone—man or woman.
“I wouldn’t let you,” Harte whispered. “Teach me.”
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, and I allowed him to take the lead, wanting him to find his way. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked it, loving the sounds he made. He moved lower, licking at my jaw, sucking my neck.
“Wait a sec,” I gasped, and pulled my shirt off. Harte’s smile turned feral, and he bent over me and took one of my nipples in his mouth. He nipped and bit at the point, and I gripped the edge of the couch to keep steady.
“Mmm. This is so fucking sexy.” He sighed, transferring his attention to the other tip, sucking it hard.
“Oh fuck, Harte.” Fire exploded in my belly. My cock stiffened, and I rubbed it through my sweats. “Please, for fuck’s sake.”
He abandoned my nipples and lapped at the thin trail of hair leading to my navel and beyond.
My dick ached to the point of pain and was so damn swollen, it lay flat on my belly, the leaking head poking out of my briefs.
Harte hooked his fingers in the band of my sweats and drew them and my briefs down together, freeing me.
I waited to see hesitation, but there was nothing but hungry desire in his face.
I palmed my shaft, and Harte’s eyes followed my every move.
“Tell me what you like,” he whispered against my stomach and teased the jut of my hip bones with his tongue. I clenched tight, my dick pulsing with need.
“Your mouth on me. That’s it. That’s what I’d like.”
Harte gazed at my dick like he was a starving man at his first meal and touched his mouth to the slit. I trembled from his innocence. He licked it, carefully at first, then with increasing fervor, and my breath caught when he took the head between those full, delicious lips of his and sucked.
“Mmm,” he hummed, the vibration of his throaty moans resonating through my bloodstream. I couldn’t help rolling my hips, thrusting my dick deeper into the tight vise of Harte’s throat.
“Can’t help it,” I groaned.
His response was to move faster. He choked for a moment, then breathed and sucked me harder, my cock sliding farther into his sweetness.
“Ahh, baby, you were born to suck my dick.”
His eyelids fluttered, and he increased his motion, cheeks hollowing while that wicked tongue swirled and flicked.
Catching me off guard, his hand cupped my nuts and squeezed.
I bucked my hips and shot my load. He coughed and sputtered but swallowed as much as he could.
Knowing his mouth was filled with my come, I needed to taste him.
“Baby.” I beckoned, and his face lit up.
God, I loved to see him happy, and if using endearments was what it took, I’d do it all the time.
I was fucking crazy for this man. “C’mere.
” I held out a hand, and he rose from kneeling to meet my lips in a warm kiss.
Our tongues played lazily off each other, and I rested my forehead on his.
We parted with a final kiss. “You’re everything.
More, if that’s even possible. I don’t know how to describe it when you’re touching me. ”
Harte’s face glowed, his blue eyes luminous and those plump lips swollen. “It’s like I’m walking on air. My feet don’t touch the ground. All I feel…all I am is a reflection of how I want to make you feel.”
I slung an arm around his neck. “I feel like a king.”
Harte’s face brightened like the sun. “I’m so happy right now. And the sad thing is, I’m waiting for something bad to come and take it all away. That’s what always happens. If I’m feeling good, I lose it all.”
“No. You’re not losing me.” I held him tight. “I don’t care who likes or dislikes it. Besides, it’s Christmas. The most magical time of the year.”
“Being with you here is like magic,” he whispered.
I pulled up my sweats, and we went to the bedroom, where we got under the covers and fell asleep.
**
I awoke to darkness and a heavy arm holding me close. I snuggled under the comforter and kissed Harte’s shoulder. With a sleepy smile I wished I could capture forever, he greeted me.
“Hi. What time is it?”
I shrugged. “No idea. Who cares anyway?”
“Mmm. Maybe you’re right.”
“Maybe? I’m always right. Like how fucking fabulous I feel right now, waking up with you next to me.” I paused. “And how I want my dick in your sweet ass.”
Harte’s grin broadened, and his blue eyes glowed. “I want that too. I’m ready. Fuck me, Jet. Stuff that big cock in me. I need it.”
That unexpected dirty talk turned me on.
I slammed my mouth over Harte’s, and he met me with equal parts lust and sweet desire.
I tugged at his pants, he wriggled out of them, and then I yanked mine off.
Our dicks aligned, and I palmed them both, giving them a nice root-to-tip stroking.
Harte moaned, hips flexing, his thick shaft pushing into my palm.
“Damn, baby, you’ve got the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen.” I rubbed him, watching how his mouth fell open and his eyes fluttered shut.
“Oh, Jet, please. Need you in me.”
He clawed at my shoulders, but I planned to take my time and initiate Harte into the pleasures of rimming. I pushed him flat and spread his legs wide, giving myself access to that sweet hole.
“Damn, you’re so fucking fine,” I murmured and dipped my head between his thighs. I licked his puckered opening, wetting it first, then slipping into the tiny opening.
“Fuck.” Harte nearly levitated off the mattress. “Holy fuck, Jet. What the hell is that?”
I couldn’t answer. I needed more of that delicious Harte taste, and I swept my tongue around the rim before I thrust inside. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I used it to ease my way farther in his shaking body. I had to hold Harte down as he was bucking his hips hard and fast.
“Baby, I need in you.” I abandoned eating him out to stick my fingers past the tight ring. It held me tight, but I worked them back and forth, loosening him, never taking my eyes off him as he fell apart under my touch.
“Fuck me, Jet,” he wailed, and I pulled out, rolled on the condom, slicked my shaft up with some lube, and sank into him.
“Mother of God, you are the hottest thing ever,” I swore, and thrust in another couple of inches. Soon I was buried fully, my cock wrapped in a fist of fire, and I gave in to the pleasure. “Harte, oh fuck me, Harte.”
“On top,” he panted. “I gotta be on top. Need as much of you as I can take.”
I pulled him above me, and fascinated, I watched him ride my dick, his blond hair turning dark with sweat.
I speared him deep and hard, and he took it all, the look of complete and utter bliss on his face a drug I’d willingly overdose on every single day.
My hands found his hips, and I hammered up into him faster and faster, the pace punishing until even my solidly made bed squeaked as it banged the wall.
“I’m close,” I warned, and he nodded, leaning forward, which only forced me farther into his pliant body.
His hand flashed on his shaft, and when he threw his head back and climaxed with a harsh cry, hot come spurting through his fingers over his belly and mine, I dug my fingers into his waist to anchor him.
My climax hit a second later, and I swore I lost consciousness for a moment.
“Oh fuck, oh yeah,” I mumbled as he clenched me, milking my dick. Harte collapsed on top of me, and I loved his sweat-slicked, heavy weight pinning me to the bed.
We were a sticky, come-soaked mess, but both of us wore smiles as we cuddled. A minute later, Harte rolled off me, onto his side.
“I’m sore and feel like I won’t be able to sit for a week, yet I’ve never loved anything more. Only winning a Super Bowl ring was a bigger high.”
I ran my nose down his. “Then I’ve got something to aspire to. ’Cause I’ve got to be number one.”
Harte rubbed his cheek against mine. “Mmm, you are to me. My number one.”
Eventually, his breathing turned soft and even, and I knew he’d fallen asleep, while my thoughts ran wild.
Sex with other men had always been good, if not great.
I’d enjoyed the rough and tumble and had come away satisfied.
But being with Harte took passion to a different plane.
He was insatiable for it—and for me. So open in his enjoyment, so free.
I thought he’d be hesitant, shy, but he met me head on with unabashed lust, which opened my heart to finally be who I was.
A man who loved making love to another man.
I knew Harte was one in a million, despite his worries. His sweet goodness and loving nature were everything I’d ever wanted in a partner, and our sexual chemistry was off the charts.
He sighed and snuggled closer, and I kissed his golden waves.
Self-doubt crept in like an evil thief of joy.
Harte had loved a woman before. They’d married and built a life.
If she hadn’t left him, he’d still be with her, and maybe they’d have a baby.
Could I compete with that? Loving a woman would make his life easy, and I knew he worried about his reputation.
Time enough to think about that. Harte was here now. And that was what mattered.