Harrison tugged my legs out from under me until my stomach was pressed against the mattress. He lay over me, rubbing his cock up and down my crease, pressing soft kisses to the back of my neck and to my shoulders. “I like you in my bed.” He nipped my earlobe. “I’m kinda hot for teacher. Who knew?”
I laughed. I loved how easily he could make me do that. How I could be so turned on, in the middle of such an intense sexual moment, yet we could still joke and laugh with each other. It was a special talent he had.
“Be good,” I told him, “or you’ll have to be punished.”
“Promise?” Harrison said. “Stay there. I think I’m going to fuck you in every position I can tonight.”
“All this over a camera?” I teased.
“All this over you.”
My pulse stopped, then stuttered to life again. I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I didn’t.
Harrison leaned over me, grabbed a condom and the lube. He suited up and slicked himself before pushing two wet fingers into my ass, testing me. The moment they were gone, his glans was pushing at my hole, stretching me wide, that pressure that was so fucking welcome as we breathed together until Harrison completely filled me. He lay down on top of me, dick buried in my ass, which was nested against his groin. He peppered soft kisses to my skin, slowly thrusting his hips, dicking me down in deep strokes.
“God, fuck yes. You feel so good.”
He took me that way for what felt like forever and no time at all before pushing up onto his hands, leaving more space between our bodies. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring down, pushing in and pulling out, watching his cock disappear inside me.
“Jesus, you stretch around me so prettily. Like your ass was made for my dick.”
His body slapped against mine with each pump of his hips. I was aching, needy, my dick leaking and my balls ready to unleash, but I didn’t want to come yet. If I did, this would end, and right then, I couldn’t handle the thought of not feeling him.
I cried out when Harrison pulled back farther, when his dick left my body, but he just flipped me to my back and pressed my legs up. I wrapped them over his shoulders, and then he was sliding in again, deep-dicking me like…well, like he said, as if we were made for this.
I stroked my erection, pulled him down for a kiss, not caring where his mouth had been earlier. We tongue-fucked each other’s mouths as he railed into me. Every time my orgasm teased me, right as I was on the edge of losing control, he’d stop, let me fall back to earth again, then start over.
I ended up on my knees, hands on the headboard, Harrison behind me, fucking me. I rode him, bounced on him, wanted him to see what I could do to bring him as much pleasure as he brought me.
This time, just before he succumbed, I pulled off, and he growled. “Come here, brat.”
“I’m not ready to be done.” My ass ached, and I knew I’d regret it in the morning, but in that moment, I didn’t care.
When he was on top of me again, my legs open, Harrison looking down at me, a bead of sweat on his temple, I knew this was it, that we could come this way, face-to-face.
“So good. Jesus, you feel so good,” he said, taking me as I stroked, a tight fist around my cock.
When Harrison leaned over, when his tongue pushed past my lips and his hips snapped forward, filling me, I lost it. My balls drew up, my cock twitching as I shot between our bodies, pulse after pulse, and then he was tensing, his dick jerking in my ass as he filled the condom with his load.
Harrison fell down on the bed beside me, both of us breathing heavily. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Me too. I thought the first night was good. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.”
He rolled toward me, looked at me, and said softly, “Don’t,” then kissed me again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Harrison
“My birthday is on Friday,” Ross said to me after tossing the bowling ball down the lane. We both enjoyed the game. It used to be a treat for him when he was younger. I would take him bowling, and you’d have thought it was a trip to Disneyland. It was something we still tried to do together just to touch base and spend time with one another.
“Oh, is it? I wasn’t aware. Because October six hasn’t been my favorite day for…well, almost twenty-three years now.”
“Sometimes you’re so extra.”
I shrugged. Maybe I was when it came to him, but I couldn’t help it.
He took his second shot and ended up with a spare, before sitting down beside me. “We always go out to dinner. I’d like Trina and Zander to go with us this year. Warren and George will be gone, but they’re taking me out before they leave.”
I studied him, a little surprised by his request. He’d made it clear that while he didn’t care that Zander and I were doing our thing, he didn’t want to know about it. Both he and Zander still made it a point for the three of us not to be together at the same time. I thought that was likely one of the reasons Zander always came to my house now—it was easier not to have to worry about an awkward run-in with Ross.
It had been a couple of weeks since the night he’d come home from visiting his mom and gifted me the camera. He spent more nights with me than he did at his own condo. Even the nights he worked at the coffeehouse, he would show up at my place at nine or ten, and I’d wait for him. Sometimes we stayed up and talked, others we went straight to bed. It wasn’t something we ever talked about—how much time we spent together, how often he slept in my bed, that this felt a whole lot like a real relationship and not convenient, no-strings-attached sex. It was more for me, but I knew Zander well enough to see how much that would scare him. That he wasn’t ready to hear my truth, and hell, maybe he didn’t feel the same. If he did, he wouldn’t want to. I worried that it would make him run, and the thought of losing him… Well, I would rather have part of him than none of him at all.
I was pretty sure that for the first time in my life, I was falling in love.
Maybe I’d already fallen.
“Hello? Dad, are you in there?” Ross waved a hand in front of my face.
“Hmm?”
“You zoned out.”
“Sorry, I was thinking.”
“About…?”
“Nothing. It’s not important. I would like that—for Trina and Zander to be there. But if he doesn’t feel comfortable…”
Ross rolled his eyes. “I know him. You don’t have to explain my best friend to me, Dad. I understand how Zander works.”
He was right, and I had no business saying anything at all, so I moved to more comfortable conversation. “You like her a lot, don’t you? Trina.” The more time Zander spent with me, the more Trina seemed to be at the condo. Ross had never had that before, at least not that I was aware of. Maybe he’d dated the same woman for a while in college, but if so, he’d never spoken to me about her and he’d never invited her home with him.
“I do. She’s…she’s great. She’s so funny. She can totally make fun of herself, which I love because I’m always doing the same thing about myself. We like a lot of the same things, and she’s just…so spontaneous. She’s up for anything. She volunteers at the animal shelter too. I can’t remember if I told you that’s how we met.”