I could do nothing to stop him without the risk of dropping him, so all I could do was moan as I tried to distract him with my tongue.
Pressure built in my gut, and only once I was having difficulty fighting back the bliss threatening to overtake me did I reposition us again.
Our mouths kept licking or sucking some part of each other’s body as I took a seat on the end of the bed, making sure to keep Harper exactly where he was.
My cock was sucked back into his throat, and I gripped him tighter with one arm so I could feel around for where I’d dumped the plug.
I found it, still wet from his body as I pushed it back inside him. I licked around it, before pushing my tongue in next to it.
He made such beautiful sounds.
“Lube,” I panted.
Harper sucked off my dick with a pop. “Bed. Behind you somewhere.”
My hand fumbled blindly behind me until my fingers brushed against it.
Harper returned to my cock as I popped it open, slicking up my fingers and bringing them with my tongue to his pink hole.
The more I stretched him, the sloppier his blow job got, but I was still right on the edge of climax, fighting it off with every ounce of willpower I had left.
I yanked the plug out, tossing it behind me, before shoving three fingers into his stretched hole as he whined. Then I yanked them out and practically threw him down on the bed beside me.
He’d hardly caught his breath before my cock, wet with his spit, was sinking into his tight heat.
I came instantly, barely finished loading him up before I was pulling out again and yanking him up to taste myself inside him.
He practically screamed as he came a second time, and I rolled him over to catch what I could of that in my mouth too.
When I was certain he didn’t have any more for me, I pulled off, my lips placing soft, gentle kisses over his inner thighs as he caught his breath.
“You’re so fucking strong.” He spoke softly as his fingers combed through my damp hair.
“Was that… alright? Pickin’ you up like that?”
Harper chuckled. “Benny, that was so far beyond alright.”
I exhaled in relief.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I warned him, kissing his hip, his stomach, his chest, and then his lips.
Harper nodded. “Good, because I haven’t had enough of your cock. Not even close.”
We kissed lazily, giving our bodies a chance to recover and prepare for more.
When my cock filled again, I had him sit on it facing away from me. Then my hands gripped his thighs and I lifted him, carrying him over to the window so he could look out at the view he’d no doubt paid a small fortune for us to have as I fucked him hard and fast against the glass, his hands and knees pressed against it as I controlled our pace and speed, listening for what made his moans the loudest and keeping us there.
He painted the glass with his pleasure, and I filled him with mine.
Then I carried him to the shower and worshipped his body under the stream of water.
We fell into bed, naked and damp, limbs entangled as we kissed slow and deep. He wanted my cock again, and I gave itto him, thrusting slowly until he fell asleep, and I followed him, safe and loved in the warmth of his body.
My phone buzzed continuously on the nightstand. I’d decided to ignore it when I saw my sister’s name on the screen, but after the third time in a row, I decided to answer to make sure there wasn’t some emergency I needed to deal with. I planned on yelling at her if there wasn’t.
“What do you want?” I whisper shouted as I stepped out of bed and crossed the room so I wouldn’t wake Harper.
He was already starting to stir, though, his hand smoothing over the warm sheets I’d abandoned as he searched for me. My heart warmed.
