But it also burned so good that I fell on him.
I took him deeper, and I closed my eyes just to let the sound of his broken cries travel far inside me.
Gripping his left hip for support, my right hand rushed to the base of his cock to keep him steady so I could focus on bobbing my head so fast that he lost it.
Harry trembled beneath me, his hand tensing and relaxing in my hair as I began to move. I bobbed my head, licking the tip whenever it crested my lips, holding myself back so he didn’t come too quickly, even though I wanted to consume every inch of him.
Each time I dropped lower, my throat grew used to his size. I didn’t want to be choking all over him, even though I was already addicted to the wet slide of him. And the way his pre-cum was leaking into my mouth as he called out my name? Yeah, it was a fucking dream. I wanted him to force himself into the back of my throat so I could feel the imprint of his cock when we woke up together in the morning.
Harry gave a shudder, his words lost under his moans as he was carried away. Until his salty taste became stronger, his voice louder, and the words I wanted to hear rang in my ears as my lips found the top of my hand that curled around his base.
“I’m going to… I can’t…”
I couldn’t speak, not with him filling my mouth like this, but I could still groan as he lost control, pushing at my head, his thickness suffocating me, scraping my throat as he gave a final yell and came.
My eyes watered as he continued to thrust his hips, fucking my face as I sucked him dry. Harry called out, rambling words of pleasure, spilling all over me, his hot cum running down my throat as I followed his movements. I made sure he enjoyed every second of it.
His hips landed on the bed as his orgasm faded. I wasn’t letting him go until he’d softened completely.
I swallowed, drawing my mouth back to find his sensitive tip, gently winding him up, torturing him like he’d done with me earlier when I was trying to get him to go to bed instead of being a saint by not fucking him.
“Dom, no. Please…”
His weak whimpers were heaven. Even though I’d licked him clean, there was so much cum it seeped out the corners of my lips and fell onto his pubes.
I was drowning in his musty smell, and I wanted him to stay like that all night, with proof of what we’d just shared. Harry wasn’t leaving the bed yet, not when I had to hold him in my arms.
I crawled back up his body, capturing his lips with mine. I wanted him to taste himself, let him know how good it was when he was inside my mouth.
“How was that?” I asked.
“Amazing,” he sighed, looking up at me in hazy wonder before I kissed him again. Warm and deep, I filled the kiss with all the feelings that bubbled up inside me.
Fuck, I needed him. I needed him in a way I couldn’t explain. As if he were all mine, buried here in my arms.
I cupped his jaw and stroked his cheek with my thumb, tracing the line of his beard, too blissed-out to question why this feeling kept getting stronger the more I touched him.
“Is that the first time a guy's sucked your dick?” I asked.
Harry’s eyes flared briefly before he gave me a shy smile and a nod.
“Good,” I replied. “You don't get to do this with anyone else but me, yeah?”
We watched each other intensely, our breaths slow. Nothing else mattered apart from the hum of agreement he gave me as his fingers tightened around my bicep.
“Same to you,” he mumbled sleepily, and my heart beat right in my throat.
“What?” I asked in a hushed tone. “What do you mean?”
I knew what he meant. I fucking knew because I was grinning like an idiot as I brushed his messy hair back from his forehead.
This was the point I usually bolted. Because no one owned me. No one decided who I slept with. And I'd drop dead before I found myself stuck in a relationship. Harry had used his whole body to tempt me, and I’d get my own back. I'd make him so horny he'd be climbing all over me just to please me.
And, God damn. I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted to kiss his dreamy face every night and steal moans from him in the morning. Go on dates, buy him presents, whatever the fuck people did when a single smile set their body on fire.
He blinked heavily, sighing softly, his body relaxing even further.
“Harry?” I shifted over him to get a better look. He might have been with me when I was sucking his cock, but he had been thoroughly plastered just a few hours ago. He’d definitely been lucid, but he'd also been through something huge at the club,and with me, so no wonder he groaned as he stretched out and yawned.
