“Jesus,” Jett gasped as he stared at Harrison. His furrowed brow and the way he bit his lip—like Jett was so tight and hot that he was fighting not to come.
He couldn’t articulate or think, and he couldn’t look away. The only move he was capable of was angling his hips away from the window so Harrison could bottom out more easily. Doing so earned him a pleased groan, and Harrison’s grip on his waist tightened before he thrust the rest of his cock inside Jett’s pliant body.
He wanted to beg Harrison to fuck him hard and fast, but he didn’t want to provoke him into teasing him by doing the opposite of that.
“Fuck—so goddamn tight.”
Harrison’s words sent goosebumps scattering across his skin, and Jett moaned. He wiggled his hips, hoping to tempt his stubborn boyfriend into action, but Harrison appeared to be at his limit.
The tension snapped with the first thrust, and then another, and another—rhythmic, relentless. Jett watched Harrison’s face in the glass reflection as he set a pace that had them both moaning, his eyes closed as he drove into him. His body jolted forward with every push, and Jett’s fingers curled against the glass for support.
“Bite me,” he said, gasping. Jett was too out of it to stop his mouth from running.
Harrison’s eyes opened and met his in the reflection, not slowing his frantic pace. He smirked and kissed Jett’s shoulder, opening his mouth wider to run his tongue along his sweaty skin.
“I think someone sees us.”
Jett’s gaze snapped to the pool, expecting to see people pointing at their window with looks of horror, but they were still partying.
The sharp sting of teeth bruising his skin nearly made his legs give out. His attention was back on Harrison—on the wild look on the man’s face as he rutted into him like an animal. The sound of their bodies coming together was so loud it was borderline vulgar.
And even though Harrison’s cock was big enough to take his breath away with every thrust, he stupidly wanted more.
“Deeper,” Jett begged. “Fuck, I need you deeper—I need to feel it—”
Harrison gripped the back of Jett’s right knee, keeping his leg bent in the air while thrusting as deep as he could go. The new angle hit every spot he had, and Jett didn’t realize he was coming until he spilled onto the window with a shout.
The teeth left his stinging shoulder and Harrison moaned into the back of his neck, still fucking him hard and fast. “Oh fuck, are they watching? Are they watching me take you apart?”
The glass was so fogged up that it was hard to see anything, but Jett played along. “Everyone is staring at us,” he said, panting. “They look jealous—I bet they’d give anything to be where you are—filling me up so perfectly.”
Shit. His words were affecting him too. He was somehow going to come again, but he couldn’t understand why. It should be impossible, but not when he was with Harrison.
“Jett.”
The way Harrison said his name like a prayer pushed him further into madness. He was meeting him thrust for thrust, arms braced on the slick glass, and back arched so that Harrison was hitting his prostate every time.
“Come in me,” Jett pleaded. Screw his shoulder—he only had one leg on the floor and it was about to give out. “I need it—need you to come in me. I want your cum dripping out of me for days—”
Harrison growled and wrapped a hand around his throat, holding tightly but not cutting off air. It didn’t matter, the suggestion was enough to send Jett careening over the edge again, painting the window with more cum.
Harrison dropped his leg, not giving him a chance to find his foot before he crushed Jett against the glass and let out a string of curses as he came inside him.
Jett was only vaguely aware of the sensation of Harrison filling him up, his hands splayed over his stomach like he could feel the place where he was emptying himself inside.
Fuck, if he were a girl, he would have been begging Harrison to knock him up.
“Too bad I can’t put a baby in here,” said Harrison, once again reading his goddamn mind. He sighed into Jett’s hair like he was truly sad about it.
Jett had to take another breath before he could talk. “Fucking pervert.”
Harrison’s chuckle against his skin had goosebumps rising again. “Like you weren’t thinking about it too. I know what kind of dreams you have.”
The consequences of being a sleep talker.
Harrison drew them away from the window, walking backwards to the bed. Jett’s legs were like jelly, so he had to rely on Harrison to get them wherever the fuck they were going.
“Can you fucking…pull out?” He grumbled, glaring at his smirking boyfriend over his shoulder.
