Harvey slid off the couch and knelt in front of me, pulling me down, shuffling between my knees, curling his hand around my thigh.
“I wanted to be with you, too,” I confessed.
Harvey’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, looking at me like he was seeing a ghost. Then he surged forward again, his fingers in my hair this time, lips eager and insistent, a low, needy moan rumbling in his chest.
For a moment we were sixteen again, at a house party, and he was doing exactly what I’d always wanted him to do. What I’d wanted him to do since before I’d really understood what I wanted.
Nothing else in the world existed while I was kissing Harvey. Nothing elsemattered.
“Feels so good,” I murmured as he broke off for air, catching his lips again before he was ready, drinking down the low, needy groan that rumbled in his throat. “Thought you were planning to tease me.”
“I was,” Harvey said, fingers inching up my thigh. “But now I’m thinking this house has alotof rooms,” he said. “And I never got to sneak off with you at a party when we were teenagers.”
The lofty goal I’d had of not tenting my Batman pajamas in front of everyone flew out the window, never to be seen again. I’d never gone from vaguely interested to rock hard so fast in my entire life.
All I could think was that I wanted more of Harvey. Nothing else mattered.
“Think we could do that now?” Harvey asked, looking up at me through his eyelashes, biting his lower lip.
Who in their right mind could refuse an offer like that?
* * *
The room Harveypushed me into wasn’t so much a guest bedroom as it was a bathroom, but we were both too worked up to care.
Harvey kicked the door closed behind us, and if anything was going to snap us out of it, it would’ve been that sound, but it didn’t.
He backed me up and then lifted me clear off the ground, setting me down on the edge of the vanity and surging forward, both hands on my ass pulling me toward him. I grabbed at his shirt for balance, my other hand going straight for his hair.
A low, happy moan rumbled in Harvey’s chest as he toyed with the waistband of my pajama pants, slipping a couple of fingers past it and into my underwear. My knees tightened around his waist as he teased me, hips jerking against him for friction, my cock grazing his belly through all the layers of fabric between us.
“That for me?” Harvey asked against my lips, rocking against me, pressing our foreheads together.
I nodded, blood rushing to my face. “Yeah,” I said. “That’s for you.”
The room spun around my head as Harvey kissed me again, blood still flowing south and not nearly enough left in my brain to think clearly.
“If you make me come in my pants at a sleepover I’llneverforgive you,” I said, which was probably a lie. I’d forgive him as soon as I got over the embarrassment and had a chance to change my clothes.
“Not gonna make you come in your pants,” Harvey promised, lifting me off the vanity again.
And then dropping to his knees.
I wanted to tease him, point out how graceful he was doing that, that he must have had lots of practice, but I cared a lot more about the way he was pulling my pajamas down, warm fingers gliding over too-hot skin, a sigh escaping me as he freed my cock from my underwear.
I barely had time to catch my breath before the flat of Harvey’s tongue was pressed against the head of my cock, lapping away a bead of precome, throat working as he swallowed it.
The heat of Harvey’s mouth forced me to bite down on my tongue so I wouldn’t groan loud enough to bring the whole house running, fingers curled around the edge of the vanity, my wrist twinging as Harvey took me deep into his throat.
Harvey took my left hand without missing a beat, moving it to his hair, and I wasn’t sure if the idea was to stop me hurting myself or so I could pull on it, but soon enough I didn’t have a choice.
The hard edge of the vanity unit bit into the flesh of my ass as Harvey leaned in, taking me so deep the tip of his nose brushed my belly, eyes closed like he’d never enjoyed himself more.
“Harv,” I whispered, barely more than a breath, running my fingers through his hair, gripping tighter than I meant to, pressure building and building.
I forgot how to breathe when he looked up at me, pupils blown wide in his pretty hazel eyes.
How did I get this lucky? What could Ipossiblyhave done to deserve Harvey Kowalski, the best man I’d ever known, on his knees in someone else’s bathroom, sucking my cock like it was an honor?
