Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
Harmon
It’s late when we leave. Cammy shoved us out of the door because we kept trying to help clean.
She told us not to worry about it, the mess would still be there tomorrow, and we should go have fun.
This was after she gave me a long hug and left wet stains on my shirt, but swore she wasn’t crying.
Chrissy was fast asleep in her bed, hugging the blanket I gifted her.
I knew my gift would mean something, it’s why I gave it to Chrissy in the first place, I just didn’t expect such a reaction. And I didn’t get to tell them the best part.
“There’s something I didn’t tell you about the watch,” I say as we’re on the way to my house.
“What’s that?” Cass asks.
“I said it wasn’t one of mine, and it’s not, but I am going to have my team work on something similar. A line of medical devices disguised as watches with the best technology out there.”
Cassius looks almost drunk as he smiles at me from the passenger seat.
“Could you be any more perfect?”
“I am far from perfect.”
“Pretty sure you’re the definition of it,” he adds.
I reach for his hand and lock our fingers together.
“I don’t hate the idea of fucking you, but I will admit that I thoroughly enjoy cuddling with you in my bed.”
Cassius laughs. “Going soft, Harmon?”
“Actually, I’m pretty fucking hard.”
He glances at my crotch and licks his lips when his gaze settles on the thick outline of my dick. His free hand slides over my thigh and grabs onto my erection, squeezing.
“Think I can make you come before we get to your house?”
“No doubt in my mind,” I say.
“I need to be sure,” he says, undoing his seatbelt so he can lean closer. I shift so he can get to my button and zipper. There is no hesitation taking me into his mouth, right to the back of his throat. It’s warm and tight, and I’m already aching to come.
He moans as he bobs his head, and I do my damnedest to focus on the road and not how good it feels. It’s not easy, especially when there’s an orgasm just on the edge.
“Cassius,” I groan, swerving back into the proper lane. I thrust my hips up. “Deeper. Take me deeper.” I hiss when he gags around me, warm saliva pooling at the base of my cock. “Just like that. Yes. So good.”
I grasp onto his hair and tug him up, then press him back down. My legs shake, the car slows because I can’t press my foot on the gas to accelerate.
“Are you ready for my cum?” I ask.
“Uh-huh,” he mumbles around my cock. I push him down again, and the orgasm hits me hard. I pulse in his mouth. He swallows every drop. I force my eyes to stay open, though everything is a bit blurry, and swerve into the right lane again.
Cassius wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, kisses the corner of my mouth, and then tucks me away.
“You are trouble,” I say.
“You like it.”
“I will not lie about that.”
Cassius walks right up the stairs when we get inside, going directly to my bedroom. Something about that is attractive. Him in my house, making his way to my room like it’s his too…
He strips on the way, facing me and walking backward towards the bed where he sits once there isn’t a bit of fabric covering his gorgeous body.
“Can I admit something?” he asks, his tone low, sultry.
“Anything.” I loosen my tie and pull it off, dropping it on the chair across from the bed. I start on the buttons of my shirt.
“I’d planned on coming back with you tonight the entire day.”
“Is that so?”
“Mhmm,” he says. “Because I have a surprise for you.”
He scoots back, sliding his feet to the mattress and bends his knees. He grabs his balls, lifting them to show me his hole. My eyes widen when I see what he’s showing off.
“Is that—”
“I didn’t want to wait to be fucked.”
A growl leaves my chest as I move to the bed to get a better look at the plug in his hole. I can’t tell how big it is based on the base, but if he plans on taking me with no other preparation, it must be big.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
My gaze flicks to him. His expression is almost cocky.
He knows I fucking love it, but I can’t answer him with words, it’s just a growl that rumbles in my chest. I swipe his hand away, letting his balls fall back into place and I lean in to lick them.
He groans, pressing against my face. I kiss and lick my way up his shaft until I reach the crown, which I take into my mouth and suck on.
Precum lands on my tongue, his flavor exploding in my mouth. I release him and stand up.
“Undress me.”
His eyes roam over me before reaching for the button on my pants. Cassius makes quick work of taking my clothes off, tossing them away. When I’m finally naked, I climb onto the bed, settling in the middle with my back against the headboard.
“Come here.” I pat my thigh. “Face away from me on your hands and knees.”
Cassius is trembling by the time he’s bent over in front of me. I run my hands up the outsides of his thighs, over his ass cheeks, and squeeze. I brush my fingers along his balls, grasp his cock and squeeze. He’s panting as I take my time touching him and brushing lips everywhere I can reach.
Looking at him, touching him, is a pleasure. I could do this for hours, just take him in. Admire his body. Feel his body. Tease him.
“Harmon, please—”
“Please, what?”
“I need to come.”
I chuckle. “You did this, Cassius. You decided to put this plug in your ass so I would fuck you, and you think I’m going to let this be over so quickly?”
He groans in frustration.
“Although,” I add. “If you promise to come for me twice, I could let you come now.”
“I will. I swear I will,” he says shakily.
“Turn around.”
He scrambles to turn around, his dick hard and throbbing, precum dripping from the slit. He straddles my thighs, looking down at me desperately.
I take in every toned line of his stomach and chest as he heaves for breath.
I run my fingers along his hip bones and wrap my hand around his cock.
He breathes out a sigh of relief, his head falling back.
I rub the underside of his cock with my thumb, teasing him more.
His breathing increases, and he’s shaking, panting for breath.
“Harmon,” he whines, digging his nails into my thighs. “Please.”
I run my fingers over his balls, squeezing them gently while I shift forward to take him into my mouth.
I suck him deep into my throat, then apply a lot of pressure as I pull back.
I do this only a few times before he’s crying that he’s going to come.
I switch to my hand to stroke him through his orgasm, my mouth over the head of his cock to catch all of his cum.
It squirts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, coating my tongue.
I let it sit there, looking up at him as I grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss.
He moans into my mouth, sucking my tongue and licking up the cum I didn’t swallow.
“Sit on my cock, Cassius. Turn back around so I can see it. Lube is in the drawer.”
He leans over to get the lube from the drawer and turns around so his ass is to me.
He makes a show of pulling out the plug, that is impressively large and glass.
He drops it onto the bed and twists to face me, drizzling cold lube on my cock.
He smirks, and I give him a look that says he’ll pay for that later.
“Brat.”
He only smiles wider. I hold my cock still for him to sit on but use my free hand against his ass to stop him from taking me too quickly.
“I want to see you take every centimeter of this cock,” I growl, my gaze glued to the way his ass is desperate for me.
He slides down so slowly, and it is a sight that will live in my head for the rest of my days.
And when he’s finally taken all of me, I hold him in place, wanting a moment to feel him wrapped around me.
“Go slow,” I whisper. “Really fucking slow. If you think you’re going slow enough, you’re not.”
Cassius listens so well. He does exactly as I say perfectly.
It’s an overwhelming mix of being teased and edged.
I’m breathing so heavy, I’m lightheaded, but this is heaven.
My hands are shaking and my mouth is dry.
But I hold on for as long as I can, obsessed with watching him take my cock.
Seeing the way I disappear inside him, hearing his moans… perfect. So damn perfect.
“Cassius,” I groan as the orgasm hits me. My dick pulses so hard it almost hurts. I see stars, my body overrun with pleasure. It takes me a few seconds to come back to reality. I catch my breath, then reach around him to make sure he knows I’m going to get him off again—like I made him promise.
His dick is wet, and he looks at me over his shoulder with reddened cheeks.
“Already did,” he says, smirking.
I pull him around so he’s lying on top of me. I hug him tight, kiss his head, and say something I’ve never said to anyone.
“I love you.”