Banks seemed to sense his hesitation, reveling in it as he smirked and smacked his big, fat lips in equal measure.How Harper longed to have those lips against his once more, and even more so wrapped around the tip of his desperate, thrusting cock.“Oh, I know what my hands can do.But trust me, Harp.My mouth can do even more, just you wait and see.”
Harper let out a small, helpless moan as he wriggled himself atop the mattress, doing as he was told and straddling Banks with a knee on either side of his narrow, athletic waist.Despite the way Banks lay there, smirking and calm as a cucumber, his body heat was intense, wafting up between Harper’s legs as if he’d just knelt over a sizzling furnace.It licked at his thick, full balls, wafted across his quivering flanks and caressed his trembling belly with its intense, inviting heat.
“I feel silly,” he murmured, still wearing the robe but feeling the freedom of sheer, hard nakedness underneath, and even more so with his legs spread atop Banks.
Their eyes met in the half-dark, shimmering and soft.“Trust me, Harp, in a few minutes?All you’ll feel is heaven.Wet, thick heaven, so good and hot and dripping you’ll be begging me to slow down so it’ll last just a few seconds longer.”
He glanced down at Banks, peering slightly up at Harper from his pile of ruffled pillows.He wore a shit-eating, almost triumphant grin, as if he’d already made Harper come again.
“How can you be so sure?”he asked, earnestly curious about how Banks could be so cocky, so sure of himself.Was it just the virgin in Harper that made any other man more confident than himself?Or the fact that Banks was a homebred, small-town superstar used to getting what he wanted?Or maybe it was just because Harper was so willing to do whatever it was Banks wanted.Either way, he was as impressed by the way Banks held himself as he was envious to do so himself.
“Simple, Harp.”Banks reached out to tug the loosely wound knot free, the sash giving way and the robe opening completely.The soft, clingy fabric rustled away from where it had clung tentatively to his fluttering belly, slithering to each of Harper’s sides as his cock, already thick, sprung free.“Because Iwantto make you happy.It makes me happy to make you happy.And when I set a goal for myself, I usually reach it.”
Harper felt the warm, humid air caress his torso, suddenly bared to the elements and, of course, Banks and his hungry, roving eyes.“What goal is that?”
“To take your virginity, Harper.Obviously.To take your virginity one ceiling blasting orgasm at a time, that’s my goal.”
“And what about you?You’ve only been with girls so far, right?”
Banks winked, toying with the end of the robe sash playfully.“You’re not the first guy I’ve been with, Harper, but yes, I’m a virgin, too.We’re doing this together, you and me.If that’s what you want, of course?”
“What guy?”
Banks chuckled.“Is that all you got out of my blatant come on, Harp?”
“I mean, itwasthe headline, right?”
Banks made a face, not entirely pleasant.“More like a footnote, actually.And we’ll get to that, soon, but ...do youreallywant to interrupt playtime for story time, Harper?”
Harper shook his head.Balls so taut and tender a hurricane couldn’t keep him from what was about to happen next.“No, but you have to promise to tell me about this Mystery Man later, okay?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die, Harper.”Banks did just that, big hand crossing his heart as he stared up at Harper intently.Then he swallowed, licking those big, wet lips thoroughly, as if knowing what just looking at them did to Harper’s resolve.“Now, shimmy that ass over here and bring that big, pretty cock closer to my mouth.”
“Fucking hell,” Harper groaned, his lover’s words almost as tender as the hands that tugged the robe free at last, one shoulder at a time, until it slithered across his back and caressed the orbs of each butt cheek before drifting gently away, a pile of light blue terry cloth crumpled on the bed behind him.
“You’re telling me,” Banks murmured as Harper inched closer, so close the warmth of his lover’s words bathed his thick, downturned cock in their fervent embrace.Harper was close enough to grip the simple bars behind Banks’s head, fingers lacing across the cool metal as Banks peppered his flat, trembling belly with butterfly kisses to match those currently dancing just inside.“Jesus, Harper, you’re so fucking beautiful...”
“Stop,” Harper murmured, squirming nervously so that the mattress squeaked lightly beneath his protests.
“I won’t stop,” Banks promised, hot breath on the base of Harper’s cock as he pressed his thick lips against it, warming and oozing like syrup across a stack of flap jacks.“I won’t stop, Harper, not until I’m swallowing every drop of your seed.”
“Jesus,” Harper moaned, outside of himself with anticipation even as Banks began to make good on his promise.His hands reached out, big and warm, to grip Harper’s waist and rock him gently this way, then that, dragging his stiffening cock across his lover’s wet, pliant lips.They danced along the shaft, coating it with wet fervor and drifting toward the thick, silken head, already slick with its own delicate icing and desperate to be enrobed in the warm, throbbing shelter of his lover’s mouth.
When Harper was in place, delirious with lust and stiffening with each wet, probing kiss, Banks slid his hands around to cup each trembling flank of his pale, bare ass cheeks.Harper gasped, stiffened, flinched and Banks laughed, squeezing each cheek purposefully as his lips finally enrobed the tip of Harper’s raging hard-on.
Harper moaned, sheer ecstasy driving the senseless words from his gaping maw.“Oh fuck.”
