Harper’s hips twitched, then he was pushing back for more.
It was all I needed. My lips returned to him, this time kissing directly over his hole. He gasped. I did it again. Then my tongue traced his rim and his hands gripped fistfuls of bedding.
“God, yes, pup. More.”
My tongue continued to circle and lap at him, waiting until he relaxed into the sensations before I gave him more, gently pushing inside. He moaned louder.
I made myself comfortable, entirely content to do nothing but feast on his ass for the rest of the afternoon and into the night if he’d let me.
“More,” he panted.
One of my fingers pressed in beside my tongue, using my spit to glide in deeper. His hips lifted from the bed to meet it eagerly, so I gave him two.
“Ngh,more,” he groaned.
I sucked in a breath, having neglected air in favor of tasting him. “Do you have lube?”
He nodded. “Bottom drawer. Code is four seven two three.”
Code? I shuffled over to his nightstand, noticing the keypad on his bottom drawer. I’d ask him about that later. For now, I put the code in. A green light flashed, and the drawer opened.
There wasn’t as much in there as I’d expected, or maybe hoped for. Strawberry lube, two dildos, and some anal beads.
I grabbed the lube, slicked up my fingers, and picked up right where I left off.
When Harper’s body accepted three of my fingers, he still demanded more, so I gave him a fourth, watching with awe as they slipped in and out of his slick, stretched hole.
He was a moaning, panting mess, his hips still pushing onto my fingers and tongue, seeking more.
“I want you to fuck me,” he panted, his voice deep with lust.
I groaned, my cock kicking in my pants in its agreement.
I placed a soft kiss on his thigh. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Fuck. I need it.”
I needed him too. My cock basically screamed at me to connect us. “Where are your condoms?” I asked, knowing they hadn’t been with the lube.
He quieted, his body stilling. I waited for him to respond.
“I don’t have any. I… haven’t needed them before.”
I kissed his thigh again. “You’ve never had sex with anyone here?”
The thought thatIwould be the first one to have sex with him here, in his bed, was making my need to claim him in this new way even stronger.
Again he was quiet, and when he spoke, his voice was much softer. “I’ve never done it before.” He spoke quickly.
The room fell completely silent, only the slight hum from the snake tank and the sound of my own breathing to fill it. My stomach fluttered as I tried to process whatthatmeant. “Never… done what exactly?”
Harper huffed. “Sex.”
I inhaled slowly. “Like… ever?”
“No.”
The words made sense, but I needed to be absolutely sure I was understanding him correctly. “You’re… a virgin?”
