Chapter 13 #3
“Not thirsty,” he said and placed his glass next to the record player. “Actually, I’m struggling to believe that this is real. Am I even awake? It looks too much like a dream, Taylor.”
“You’ve dreamed about me?” I asked.
He smiled, gaze falling to my lips for one long moment before he lifted it again. “Maybe.”
“Well,” I said. “It’s real.”
He put a hand on my arm and dragged it all the way down to my wrist, then pulled my hand closer to him until my palm was flat on the side of his waist.
I wasn’t thirsty either. I placed my glass next to his and put the other hand on his chest. Short hair peppered across his torso felt oddly exciting under my skin. It was a wholly new sensation, and it only made me want to feel more of him.
He held me by the hips, pulling me in and bringing his lips a fraction of an inch away from mine.
He let his mouth hover there, building up this unbearable tension, like the time between lightning and thunder.
You knew it was coming. You braced yourself.
But you could never be entirely ready for it.
The rolling sensation of the sheer force of nature came over me when Harrison closed the distance between us and kissed me anew.
It felt like the first kiss of my life again, like the first time someone really kissed me and wanted it.
So I leaned into him and kissed him back, battling for dominance as much as I was savoring the fact that he was bigger and stronger and could pick me up in an instant, throw me on his sofa, and have his way with me if I so much as winked my agreement at him.
By the time “The Great Gig in the Sky” came on, Harrison’s hands had traveled under my T-shirt and began to lift it all the way to my chest, his fingers passing up and down my body, feeling me, touching me, exploring me like we hadn’t just stood naked together in his shower.
I surrendered myself to him, holding on to his waist while he tugged my T-shirt higher up, while he pushed his tongue into my mouth, while he turned us around and pinned me against the floor-to-ceiling bookcase.
I exhaled in a huff upon impact, and Harrison pulled away just enough to glance down at my half-naked torso. “Lift your arms,” he said.
He didn’t need to ask me twice. I wanted to feel the heat of his flesh on mine more than I wanted air to breathe.
The T-shirt moved over my head and up my arms until Harrison let it fall behind him.
He took a step toward me, colliding his body and mine, and I slammed my mouth against his, kissing him with tongue in his mouth, and my heated breaths making my chest rise and fall quickly.
My hands moved down the straining biceps of his arms, following their curves and enjoying their strength as Harrison’s hands went to the small of my back.
When he leaned harder into me, I felt just how hard he was. It did something feral to me. It unlocked some deeply rooted instinct within me that had been dormant all my life, but that knew exactly what it wanted, knew how to get it, and knew where to take Harrison next.
I put my hands on his hips and tugged him closer, making him sigh into my mouth.
When I bit his lower lip, I felt him smile against my lips. I felt the daring, the adventure of it, and I knew it wasn’t only in my veins, but in his, too. It coursed through us like electricity, nudging us to go a step further.
I pulled his pants lower around his waist, then moved my fingers between us to undo the button that held them on. As it gave, his pants slipped lower, and I moved my hands to his ass, slipping them easily under his boxer briefs.
His ass was so ridiculously firm that it cut my breath off for a moment. I could feel it already, feel it slam against my groin, as if I’d done it a million times.
Harrison didn’t hesitate either. He pulled my sweatpants down.
It was an easy job because they were too large for my frame.
When they fell around my ankles, Harrison cupped my ass with one hand, testing me, and wrapped his fingers over the bulge in my underwear, adding pressure to the tip of my dick so skillfully that I remembered his words about being with me, and I believed them all over again.
“You really like me,” he murmured against my lips.
In response, my dick throbbed in his hand.
“You really, really like me.” I could feel his smile as he moved lower, kissing my chin and tracing my jawline all the way to my neck, where he kissed me under the ear for a little while, sending ripples of this strange, fluttering sensation all throughout me.
“Are you still doubting it?” I moaned, embarrassed by the sound my body had decided to make. But Harrison kissed me harder, making me moan again. And each time I moaned, his fingers tensed, sinking deeper into my ass and gripping my dick harder.
Harrison leaned down again, tracing my neck to my collarbone with his lips, leaving a blazing trail of kisses on my skin where he touched me. He kissed the space between my collarbones, then lowered himself further.
His lips moved to my left nipple, kissing it gently but sending bolts of tingles down to my very core.
Playfully, he bit my nipple, then sucked it hard with his mouth, making me squirm and grab his shoulders to stay on my feet.
His facial hair seared my sensitive skin where it touched me, making the unbearable sensations even less bearable, but I lived for every moment of it.
I took pride in the way I endured it for the sake of feelings I’d never realized one could feel.
Harrison’s mouth moved over my chest to my right nipple, tormenting me all the same, before he went down to his knees and kissed my solar plexus, quickly following the line in the middle of my abs.
His hands rested on my ass while he kissed my belly button and the short trail of hair from it to my underwear.
Once there, he didn’t bother to undress me.
Instead, his lips moved to the base of my dick and followed its length to my right hip until he found the place where the tip of my cock pushed the soft fabric of the underwear thin.
His lips wrapped around it, teeth teasing me over the boxer briefs, keeping me on this strange edge between tension and pleasure.
It was like he wanted me nervous, wanted to show me that he knew so well where the lines were.
I trusted him.
My fingers ran through his hair as he pulled the waistband of the underwear down my ass, tugging my cock with it and kissing the short hair around my cock, lips seeking my groin and kissing me there.
My underwear moved lower, dragging my cock unbearably low as Harrison pulled his head back and looked at my crotch, fascination welling in his eyes.
I whimpered from the tension on my cock the moment before the waistband released it, and it sprang hard before Harrison’s face.
He looked at it without breaking his attention, licking his lips once and lifting a hand to hold me.
He stroked me two or three times before his gaze flicked up to meet mine, and I placed my hand on the back of his head.
We didn’t need words anymore. We were beyond that. His look was a question, asking if I was alright, and my hand on his head was my answer. Do it, I was telling him. I need you to do it.
Harrison opened his mouth and sealed his lips around my cock, letting me sink into the wet warmth of his mouth, letting the excitement reach a new peak within me.
My toes curled for no reason I could think of, but I wasn’t doing much thinking anymore. Instead, I gave myself to the feeling of it, to the completeness of this strange thing between us, and to the trust that Harrison knew what he was doing to me.
The innocent look in his eyes paired so well with the hellfire nature of what he was doing. He moved his head closer to me, taking me deeper into his mouth, as I pressed my back against the bookcase and curled my fingers in his hair.
Harrison closed his fist around the base of my dick and sucked me a little faster, teasing me and making me harder still, my breath shallow and sweat beginning to break over my brow and under my arms.
I bit my lip harder than I realized, sending shock waves of pain through it as Harrison released my cock and took me deeper in.
His throat relaxed as my dick filled his mouth and reached deeper into him, cutting off his breathing as his eyes widened a little, locking onto my gaze, eyebrows rising as he held me in.
For one glorious moment, we were suspended in pure ecstasy, and then Harrison pulled his head back, drawing a deep breath of air that lifted his chest high, saliva glistening on his chin before he wiped it with the back of his hand.
He blinked once, his eyelashes wet, and leaned in again, taking the tip of my dick into his mouth and sucking me in quickly, sending pulses of pleasure through my body.
His hands found my hips, and he tugged me closer, making me swing and thrust myself into his mouth. After one nudge from him, I broke free of whatever was holding me back—surprise or fear or inexperience or something entirely different.
I threaded my fingers on the back of his head and stepped forward, sliding my dick into his throat while he gazed at me pleadingly from so far below.
There was no way to describe it in words.
I didn’t know how to name the feelings that warmed up my flesh and filled my stomach.
The liberty with which I used Harrison for my pleasure was incomparable to anything I had ever done before.
And the eagerness with which he wanted to be used to make me feel good, the generosity, was unlike any I could imagine.
Harrison’s hands moved to my ass, cupping my cheeks firmly and pulling me closer as I fucked his mouth and throat, my cock slick with his saliva and my abdomen warm with Harrison’s hurried breaths.