Chapter 16 #2
He lifted a corner of his lips that I could see from his side, and his gaze searched my face. “Still horny?”
“Apparently, I’m very obedient when you use the right tone,” I said.
Even teasing about it made my cock stretch and swell.
“You can have another one while you wait for me. Then I want you to…” My voice hitched in my throat, and then I leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips, savoring the burn of his mustache on my smooth upper lip.
When I pulled back, I looked into his eyes and found the courage to speak those words. “I want you to show me everything.”
His gaze lingered on me, dazed and adoring. “Do you need tips?” he asked after a moment.
I clicked my tongue. “There’s nothing you can’t find on Reddit. I’m covered.” And with that, I left him on the sofa and went to the upstairs bathroom with a hammering heart and trembling fingers.
It wasn’t the fear that made my blood race through my veins. It was the unbearable excitement.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, the fire was already burning in the bedroom fireplace, but Harrison wasn’t there.
I stepped into the hallway and saw him in the office, sitting behind that gorgeous desk, shirt undone a little, eyes sharp, and hair perfect. He lifted his gaze to look at me standing at the door.
I wore my simpler clothes, the ones that were easy to take off.
“All good?” he asked.
I gave a decisive nod. The experience had been strangely sensual, though the posters online had described it accurately. The most difficult part had been controlling my sudden bursts of desire to just reach for my dick and release all this built-up tension inside of me.
But I refused to make it so easy. The mere thought of Harrison towering over me, fucking me slowly, was enough to make me resist any primal instinct that sparked within me.
“All I need now is you,” I said.
Harrison pushed the chair back and stood up, then crossed the floor of his office with swinging shoulders and swaying hips, elegant and dangerous and so very exciting. “And I am all yours.”
He reached me, put his hands on my hips, and I threw mine around his shoulder, kissing him deeply as he pinned me against the doorframe. His tongue reached into my mouth with all the sexy flavors of whiskey and whatever that uniquely Harrison scent was.
I melted into him, crawled under his skin, pulled him so close I couldn’t breathe. Who needed air, anyway? Who needed anything next to Harrison’s lips?
God, I was so fucking gay for him. The thought didn’t spook me at all. It was just who I was, apparently, and I wasn’t going to fight the force of nature that this thing between us was.
Harrison picked me up way too easily. Like a ballet dancer, I flew into the air, legs curling around his waist as he stepped into the hallway.
I kept kissing him, from above now, as he carried me safely to the bedroom. The strength in his arms and torso was ridiculous and humbling, but it also unlocked some erotic desire in me that I hadn’t yet discovered on my own.
As we neared the bed, my legs relaxed a little, and Harrison lowered me to the floor, holding on to the edge of my T-shirt. He lifted it slowly as I pulled my head back to look at him.
Harrison, gazing down at my body, eyes glimmering and teeth closing around his lip, never failed to make me that much hornier for him. He dragged my T-shirt all the way to my armpits, then lifted his eyebrows in a quiet direction, and I lifted my arms high for him, letting him undress me.
“You are so sexy, Taylor,” he said, looking at my stomach. He caressed me down the middle of my torso with the back of his finger, then looked into my eyes. “Tell me something you’re ashamed of.”
“What?” I laughed.
“Go on,” he said. “Something embarrassing.”
“That’s not very sexy,” I said.
I smiled kindly, as if to say, “How little you know, poor baby.” But instead, he said, “What’s sexier than knowing someone’s most private thoughts?”
I considered it, then gave in because his puppy eyes were too convincing.
“You want embarrassing? Okay. At the bottom of my backpack, there’s a well-worn plastic -cup jockstrap from my training.
I don’t even know why I packed it. It’s too embarrassing to wear, and it’s not even close to sexy the way actual jockstraps are. ”
Harrison looked at me for a long time, then pressed his fingers against the middle of my chest to hold me firmly where I was as he stepped back.
He went for the backpack in the corner where I’d dropped it, still looking into my eyes with that irresistible challenge on his face.
He dug through my stuff and pulled out my jockstrap.
I shook my head. “I’m not wearing that,” I said. “I want to be naked with you.”
“Then take your clothes off,” he said.
I tugged my sweatpants a little lower as Harrison came closer with the jockstrap hanging from his hand. As I took off the sweatpants, standing naked and hard in front of him, Harrison grinned a little brighter.
I watched him as he brought the cup of my jockstrap closer to his face, then buried his nose and mouth into it, taking a deep breath.
“You’re so fucking weird,” I said, but my mouth split into a broad grin, and I shook my head in disbelief. “It’s sweaty and…”
“Nothing’s embarrassing, Taylor,” he said, then took another breath and tossed the jockstrap on the bed. “It smells like you. It’s beautiful.”
“Your turn,” I said as he came close and folded me into his arms. “Tell me something you’re embarrassed of.”
“Do I look like I’m embarrassed of anything?” he asked.
“You have to be,” I said, slipping one hand between us to undo his buttons one by one.
He chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose. “If I had to come up with something, I’d say I’m embarrassed that I resisted you for as long as I did. Especially after you kissed me.”
“It was fake,” I said, but we both heard the lie in my voice. “It was just a dare.”
“Does that matter?” he asked.
I shook my head, then pushed him away and undid the rest of his buttons, parting the shirt to reveal his broad chest and chiseled abs. The shirt went over his round shoulders and down those strong, masculine arms, falling on the floor behind him as I reached for his belt.
“I want to suck your dick,” I said, my breath shallower already. “I want you to teach me.”
Harrison covered my hands with his, then helped me with his belt and zipper, letting me take his pants down his legs as I fell to my knees.
He was incredibly hard, dick fat and throbbing in his underwear, barely contained by the soft, expensive fabric.
He reached for the back of my head and took a fistful of my hair into his curling fingers.
Gently, he held me as I pulled his underwear down his legs and helped him step out of his clothes.
His dick seemed even bigger now than it had last night. Maybe it was the perspective. Last night, I hadn’t tried to take it in my mouth, so it hadn’t intimidated me.
Now…
“Just relax,” Harrison said. “You don’t have to go deep.”
I couldn’t even if I meant to. So I wrapped my hand around the base of it and stroked him slowly, watching the silver bead of precum gathering in the slit of his cock.
I looked up at Harrison, then remembered just how hot it had been this morning, which felt like it had happened years ago. “Spit on it,” I said.
His eyes flashed with mischief as I lowered my head and opened my mouth wide under his cock.
Harrison spat from above, his saliva landing perfectly on the tip of his cock and sliding around it and into my mouth, warm and strange.
I lifted my head immediately and wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking the spit and the head of his dick into my mouth, painfully aware that my teeth could make him wince at any moment.
But Harrison didn’t wince. He watched me, fascinated, as I struggled to ignore the thundering heartbeat that flooded my ears and the side of his cock reaching near my throat.
It wouldn’t go further than that. Not for a million bucks. But dammit, I was going to make that work somehow.
Clumsily, I tried to pair the movement of my fist with my head, messing it up three times and nearly choking on his dick once before I got the hang of it, closing my lips tighter around him and letting the vacuum of my mouth pleasure him the way my throat couldn’t.
Harrison bit his lips hard, throbbing a few times inside my mouth and whispering encouragements that I hadn’t realized I needed so badly.
“You’re doing so well,” he said. “You’re making me feel so fucking good. So fucking good.”
My heart sped up, and so did my fist, even if my head moved back and forth somewhat evenly.
“Don’t stop sucking that dick, baby boy,” he said, his voice pitched a little higher, hand gently pressing the back of my head, the other one resting over his left pec. “I wanna see how deep you can take it.”
And fuck, if that didn’t loosen my throat a little, nothing would. I widened my mouth, letting air pour into it and saliva drip down my chin, my throat relaxing just enough to take him half an inch deeper before it constricted again.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Harrison moaned. “Make me feel good.”
It felt like the opposite of a kink, yet it did things to me that I could only imagine happening in some very interesting sex dens. That praise, so honest and raw and unbothered, could turn me on like this was a whole new discovery.
Harrison rose to the tips of his toes, nudging my head closer for a bit, then swaying his hips back and forth, sliding into my open mouth and pulling out of it like I was his sex toy. But a toy he cherished.
Then I felt it, the pulsing sensation in my mouth, the throbbing that threatened to cut the fun short. Harrison pulled away from me, breathing deeply, and looked into my eyes, his expression pained and surprised until it all broke into a big smile. “You’re such a sexy boy,” he said. “So pretty.”