“Tiny bit,” Iggy said, blushing. “Like I said, you’ve got a big dick, Harv. And it’d been a while.”
“Poor Iggy,” I murmured, kissing the tip of his nose, affection welling up in my chest. “Could kiss it better for you.”
Iggy’s eyes widened.
I kissed him—like he’d demanded last night—not even trying to wipe the smile off my face.
“Turn around.”
16
Iggy
The soundof Harvey dropping to his knees on the shower floor made my stomach flutter and my cock twitch. I wished I could see him, but all I could do was close my eyes and press my forehead to the cool tiles as he ran his hands up the backs of my thighs.
I gasped as he reached my ass, thumbs careful this time, the rush of cool air against me making me bite my lip.
I’d only ever seen this in porn.
A low, needy whimper escaped me as I felt Harvey’s breath brush my skin, fingers curling against the tiles, trying to dig into them so I had something to hold onto.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Harvey murmured, muffled by the showerandby my ass, lips so close they were already brushing against sensitive skin.
I opened my mouth to respond, but whatever I’d been about to say turned into a moan as Harvey leaned in, soft, wet tongue licking a long, slow stripe up from behind my balls.
My thighs trembled, my knees felt weak, and I wondered how porn stars didn’t just come their brains out ten seconds into this.
“Shh,” Harvey murmured, tightening his grip on my thigh, just under the curve of my ass. “Relax.”
Relax.
Easy for him to say.
Another long, slow lick made me bite my lip again, a sob welling up in my throat. Harvey laughed against me, stubble rasping over sensitive skin as he went to work, my cock throbbing with every pass of his tongue.
“Feel good?” he asked, barely pausing long enough for me to take a breath, not waiting for an answer.
“S-so good,” I stuttered, but I knew Harvey wouldn’t make fun of me. He’d never made fun of me. He’d always been so patient, even when no one else was.
And now his mouth was on my ass, and really, I should’ve predicted this. Of course Harvey was the only person who’d ever done this for me. He was the only person who’d ever done alotof things for me.
“Touch yourself,” Harvey whispered, lips brushing against my skin. “Want you to come.”
I didnotneed telling twice, hand already moving to curl around my cock, the touch of tile-cooled fingers against overheated skin making me hiss.
Harvey’s mouth was already at work again, hot and wet and oh dear god thesoundshe was making. Soft, contented little sounds, pitching up to needy, like he was enjoying this as much as I was. And that was impossible, there was no way, but itfeltlike it, and I loved the idea of Harvey getting off on this.
I was on the edge embarrassingly fast, stomach clenching as I tried to hold off, wanting just a little more before I finished.
“Close,” I warned.
Harvey hummed against me, low and rumbling so I could feel it all the way inside my body, and that was it. My toes curled so hard against the shower floor I was afraid of cracking the porcelain, white-hot pleasure racing from the back of my neck to the base of my spine and spilling out of my cock, coating my hand, my stomach, and the tiles in messy spurts.
My ears rang as I finished, Harvey barely slowing down as the world spun around my head.
I wasn’t positive I hadn’t actually come at leastpartof my brains out. I tried to say something, but all that came out was a needy, garbled moan.
Which was around the moment the bathroom door swung open.
