Chapter Seventeen
Banks
“Not yet, baby...”
Banks reveled in the delicious foreplay of teasing and tempting Harper into a taut, quivering wire of anticipation and hot, obvious lust.It was clear what Harper wanted—release.Hot, urgent, sexy, taboo, sinful release.It was clear in his panting, desperate moans, his taut, ruby nipples, his quivering belly and the copious pre-cum literally dripping from the tip of his smooth, slender prick.
Banks knew his breath was pouring across that sensitive tip, hot words tickling the tender, silken skin as he peppered it with denial.“Not quite yet...”
All the same his fingers toyed and teased with Harper’s backside, so ripe and tender in his loving grip.He kneaded the flesh so slowly, in a way he never had a woman’s, taking his time to indulge in the heady sensation of flesh on flesh.
Harper’s ass was firm and round, but pliant and pale beneath his desperate fingers.For all his bossy, demanding, even cocky mannerisms, Banks was as nervous as he’d ever been, treading new territory and bluffing his way through each new benchmark if only to make Harper feel comfortable with what they were doing.
The fact was, he’d never been as attracted to anyone, man or woman, as he was to Harper.That thought alone made him more than horny.He was deathly, absolutely afraid.Petrified, even, that every moment he spent with Harper would reveal just how deeply in lust, possibly even in love, he was with his sexy former classmate.
Banks had built his entire life on a lie.Everything about him—his cocky bravado, his nonchalant attitude toward sex, his aloof nature with women, his refusal to date anyone, at any time—had all been carefully crafted to hide his secret identity.To ensure that no one ever saw behind the wall where he secretly lived, struggling to deny that which was so powerful to him, yet so elusive as well.
Until now.Until Harper.Sexy, shy, slinky Harper, sitting there at the pep rally, cloaked quietly in his brand newPridetee, as lost and alone at college as he’d always been back at school.Just like Banks.And now here they were, alone in this dorm room, naked and hard and about to cross off another item on their rapidly dwindling “Fuck It List.”It was clear Harper thought Banks was the more experienced one, perhaps because of his long list of female conquests back home.
But Banks had never sucked another man off, not even close, and to have his lips so perilously close to Harper’s was as frightening as it was intoxicating.He studied it now, the bulbous tip drenched with desire, his eyes marveling at the stiffening shaft, mesmerized by the sheer, supple skin and the roadmap of veins lurking temptingly just beneath.There was no need to grip it this time.Instead he clung to Harper’s ass all the tighter and, with a slight pull and gentle drift, inched his lover forward until his darting tongue slid into the jagged slit.
He felt Harper’s whole body tense, first in the quivering ass cheeks clutched in his tender grip and then his cock itself, throbbing and thrusting along Banks’s greedy tongue.
Harper issued a long, slow, helpless moan that rang through his whole body, the vibrations surging beneath his fingertips as Banks continued to tease and tempt his lover’s flanks with eager hands.“Jesus, Banks,” Harper murmured between soft, pliant whimpers and appreciative moans.“This is too fucking sexy for words.”
“No, it’s not,” Banks murmured, peppering the tip of Harper’s cock with soft, slow kisses that encircled it but didn’t quite enrobe it.Yet, anyway.“Use your words, Harper.Tell me what you want.”
“Isn’t it obvious?”Harper moaned.“If my cock was any harder it could crack diamonds in half.”
“It can be harder,” Banks assured him, breath spilling across the wet tip dancing just in front of his tempting lips.“I’ve seen it harder.Felt it harder.Tell me what you want, Harp, and I’ll make it the hardest it’s ever been.Just before you shoot ropes down the back of my throat, that is.”
“God, you...Did you talk like this with your girlfriends back home?”
Banks squeezed each ass cheek in turn, dragging Harper’s delicious cock across his hungry lips as if tempting them both to within an inch of their collective lives.
“Talk?You think we talked about anything other than last week’s game or who was the biggest bitch on the cheerleading squad?The girls back home would have run back to their preacher daddies if I ever talked to them the way I talk to you, Harp.”
“Their loss,” Harper murmured with a sly, curious smile that reached all the way to his beseeching eyes.“It’s hot.”
“Fuck, yeah, it is,” Banks confessed, glad Harper had his back to his lap so he couldn’t see the quickly spreading stain of thick, wet pre-cum dancing across the front panel of his poor, tented boxer shorts.
Harper flexed his ass cheeks, thick and ripe and smooth in Banks’s firm grip.“Did you ever squeeze their asses like this?”Harper teased, the quick ponytail he’d tied his long brown hair into dancing across his broad, smooth shoulders.
Banks shook his head, careful to dance his lips across Harper’s cock with each denial.“Harper, did you come here to talk about girls?Because we can do that.Or you can tell me what you want me to do toyou, and I’ll do that, too.Now, which would you prefer?”
Harper beamed, his own lips gently parted in a curious grin.The slight pause lengthened and, to goose him along gently, Banks squeezed those perfect cheeks once more.Harper murmured, moaned and nodded, as if making a silent decision way up there in his feverish brain.“Can you put it in your mouth, Banks?”
Banks chuckled, knowing the hot, breathy gushes were what was making Harper shiver with beautiful delight.“You don’t ask someone to suck your cock, Harper.This is fantasy.Dirty talk.Sexy stuff.Tellme what you want.”
