As long as he doesn’t fucking push me away.
His arms soften against me, as if he’s fallen asleep. When I pull back, he blinks sleepy, moss-green eyes peering up at me. I kiss his slack mouth softly, feeling like a king when he smiles sleepily against my lips. Can’t let him fall asleep with cum in his boxers. That’s not very boyfriend of me. Climbing out of the bed, I tuck my arms underneath him and lift him easily. He immediately wakes back up.
“Hey!” Harper squawks.
“You like it right now, but you won’t like waking up with dried jizz in your pants.”
Harper relaxes in my arms as I carry him into the bathroom. The light is low in the bathroom as well. There’s a lightbulb out above his vanity, and I wonder if he even realizes it. I gently place him down on his feet, then kiss him again until the tension bleeds from his shoulders.
“I have bad news,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Hmm?”
Lips sliding against his with each word. “I don’t have a change of clothes and Iknownothing of yours will fit me.”
“Sleep naked.” Harper just shrugs as he pulls away from me and lowers his own boxers. Fuck. He turns the shower on with a careful flick of his elegant wrist. My gaze travels down the expanse of his body, dropping to the generous curve of his ass. He has a serious bubble butt situation going on, which does not help my own current boxer predicament.
I have a wildly good refractory period. Sometimes I can come three to four times in an hour if my brain demands it. And my brain is definitely going to demand it with Harper. Just thinking about burying myself inside him could make me come again. Once the water is warm enough, he glances at me over his shoulder, all wickedness and tease.
“Join me?” Harper asks, voice soft, and a tad shy.
I almost bust my brain against the tile hopping out of my boxers too quickly. His gaze falls to my cock and his mouth forms a littleohof surprise. Steam fills my vision as I join him in the shower, but I can still see him clearly. Crimson fills his cheeks, but I don’t think it’s from the heat of the water. It’s because of me. The caveman inside me preens again because only I will ever get to affect Harper like this. Only me. I swear it.
I kiss him in the shower, sipping at his mouth like he’s fine wine. Harper’s better than the most expensive Shiraz, better than any food I’ve ever tasted. God. His lips are so soft, his tongue hesitantly teasing against my own. Who the fuck taught this man to kiss? A growl rumbles through my chest when his hands come up to cup the back of my head so he can kiss me deeper.
I press more firmly into him and my hard cock pushes against the creamy-soft skin of his stomach. He pulls away with a half-shocked and half-pleased gasp at the feel of me. With one eyebrow raised in question, he glances down between us.
“Again? Already?” His eyebrows furrow and he lifts his gaze to mine. “Is that normal?”
I shrug. “Sometimes. You just have that effect on me.”
He laughs sarcastically. “No way.”
Fuck. This man really has no idea. None at all. I run my fingers over his shoulders, down his arms, settling my hands on his hips to tug him against me until he feels just how much he affects me.
“Think you can come again?”
Harper stares up at me in absolute wonder. “I’ve never tried so soon before.”
I grin wickedly. “Let’s see.”
I back him up against the cold shower tiles with a grin that has him staring at me like I hung the stars in the sky. Pumping a handful of conditioner into my large palm, I take our night up one single level. When I grasp my cock and line it up with his, Harper’s eyes bug out, and a gorgeous moan floats from his parted lips. He slams his head back against the tile while wrapping his hand against the back of my neck.
“Jesus, Jackson…”
His cock is so hot in my grip. Not as big as mine, it’s still a good size. The perfect size for me to suck and lavish with attention at another time. But now, it feels perfect in my grip, sliding against my own cock. I roll my hips so that the head of my cock glides against the length of his with each thrust. Every other roll, I swipe my thumb across the head of his cock, wishing I could taste the pre-cum that’s no doubt gathering at the tip.
“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper into the steamy shower air.
Harper’s eyes blink open, condensation gathering on his long eyelashes. “You’re going to make me come again.”
“Good. You’re so good for me, Harper. Feel this?” I squeeze his cock against mine. “You make me so fucking hard, just for you. Come with me, okay? Come.”
His eyes slide closed on a breathy sigh, either trying to block out the sight of me or my words. I pump our cocks faster, needing to feel his cum sliding against my hand, warm over my skin.
Fingers biting painfully into my neck, Harper comes for a second time this evening. His release is hot against my skin, but it’s the blissed-out look on his face that punches my own orgasm out of me. My hips roll lazily as my pleasure fades and I slowly tug my hand away. Harper’s eyes blink open just in time to watch me lift my hand to my mouth. I lick our mixed cum off my hand, feeling like a god now when Harper’s eyes widen in shock.
“You…” Harper trails off, clearly surprised.
