He covered Colson’s mouth with his.
Chapter Eleven
He should stop this.
He deserved an explanation.
He’d ask Harper why he left.
In a minute.
He sucked Harper’s tongue and grew dizzy when Harper’s erection rubbed against his belly. Heat poured off him, and Colson grew faint from the heady smell of sweat and soap and Harper’s desire. He clung to his biceps.
“What’s going on…ohhhhh.” Colson sighed as Harper yanked his shorts to his ankles and sank to his knees. His hot, wet mouth took him deep, and it was like liquid fire engulfing his cock. “Oh fuck, fuck.” He held Harper’s face steady while his hips thrust hard and fast. “There, right there,” he croaked and came so hard, he lost his footing and had to grab Harper’s shoulders. Harper continued to suck and lick his shaft until he pushed at him.
“Too much, please.”
Harper pulled him down and kissed him again, and Colson tasted his saltiness on Harper’s tongue. Harper continued to kisshim, swallowing his moans, biting and sucking his lips, his neck and jaw.
“Need you,” Harper whispered, and Colson’s heart squeezed, knowing instinctually that Harper didn’t say those words often.
Colson led Harper upstairs, where Harper peeled off his clothes and pulled Colson to him on the bed. He turned Colson over and kissed the globes of his ass, then spread them apart.
Colson shivered but stayed still. Harper stuck his tongue past his rim and the wet sucking sounds caused his cock to stiffen, and soon he was humping the bed, craving the friction on his dick, while Harper’s slick tongue worked his hole.
“Don’t stop, please. Don’t ever stop.” Harper fucked his hole with his fingers and mouth. “Oh, God.” Colson writhed under Harper, and his dick throbbed out a smaller, almost painful climax.
He felt the thick, heavy length of Harper’s shaft rub between his ass cheeks and thighs, Harper moving in quick, hard thrusts. Hot sticky liquid poured over the small of his back, and Harper released a gusty sigh and covered Colson’s body with his.
“This was a surprise.”
“Mmm. This was incredible.” Harper kissed his neck, and Colson rolled him off so they faced each other.
“I meant it, though. You left me and sent a text that said, ‘Thanks. I had fun.’”
Harper reached out and traced the tattoos on his chest with his fingertips. “I did have fun.”
When people used to smoke, there would be ashtrays to smack them over the head. Now all he had was a plastic water bottle.
“Ow.” Harper rubbed the side of his temple. “What’d you do that for?”
“For being an obtuse idiot. We have sex, and you leave and send a text I could get from my sushi delivery guy.”
Harper raised a dark brow. “You have sex with your delivery person? I don’t know about you, Delacourt.”
This time he threw a pillow at Harper. “You know what I mean.” Why did he get so damn flustered with Harper?
Because aside from him being an annoying idiot, you like him. A lot.
“No. I don’t.”
About to go off on him, Colson peered at Harper and shut his mouth. Harper was telling the truth. He thought that four-word text after their night together was fine. Colson thought hard about it and decided…maybe it was. They were two guys, with an insane sexual attraction, and they acted on it. It was…fun.
Why did it have to be anything else?
“You know what?” He shifted closer. “Forget about it. I don’t feel like wasting time talking about that.”
Harper’s silvery-gray eyes were bottomless pools of light, and he brushed their lips together. “I don’t feel like talking at all.”
