“Please promise me you’ll tell me if you have one.” I press my cheek against the top of his head, inhaling the sweet smell of whatever shampoo he uses. “I care about you. Don’t punish me for that.”
“Okay,” Harper reluctantly agrees.
“How about we stay here tonight? We can make out and watch television.”
Harper pulls away to look up at me with his wide eyes. “I just have premade food.”
“We’ll order something.”
Harper grumbles. “Nothing delivers out here.”
“They will for the right amount of money. Do you like Italian?”
Harper tosses himself on the sofa with a large sigh. “Who doesn’t?”
Leaving Harper on the couch, I return to the kitchen to call the restaurant. A couple of hundred dollars later, our delivery order should be arriving in a little over an hour. Harper and Honey are curled around each other on the couch when I return to the living room. I slump onto the couch beside Harper, tucking my arm around his shoulders. It physically hurts to hold back my smile when Harper leans against my side with a contented sigh.
“I want to ask you something.” I twirl a piece of Harper’s hair around my fingers as he leans his head against my bicep to look up at me. “Will you come home with me for Thanksgiving?”
Harper’s mouth pinches, clearly wanting to lash out. He takes a few deep breaths and then nods in agreement. Wow. That was pretty easy. There must be a catch.
“I have to bring Honey,” Harper gently reminds me as if I’d tell him no as if she isn’t my best girl.
“Of course.”
Harper leans back against me with a happy sigh. All traces of his little explosion from earlier are gone, leaving the sweet version of Harper that I crave so much.
“Did you have a good week?”
Harper shrugs against me. “Mostly. Better now.”
Fuck. I tip his head up with a finger under his chin and kiss him. He sighs against my mouth, body relaxing heavier into my side, the ultimate sign of trust. Harper tastes like chocolate, as if he had some right before I arrived. But he also just tastes like Harper. A taste that I’m starting to recognize as familiar, as grounding, instead of something new.
“What was that for?” Harper asks when I finally pull away.
“I just missed you, is all.”
A smirk tilts just one side of Harper’s lips up. “Can I suck your dick now?”
I groan into his messy hair. He’s going to kill me. Only Harper would ask to suck my dick after I gave him a sweet, lingering,I’m so in like with youkind of kiss.
“How long have you been thinking about that?”
Harper pretends to think, eyes scrunched deeply at the corners. “Since you told me no last time.”
“Come here.” I manhandle Harper into my lap until I can tangle my hands in his hair to tug him down for a decadent kiss. The moan he lets out when my tongue caresses his own sends my cock to full hardness. I roughly grab on to his hips and tug him down, letting him feel how hard I am just for him.
He tugs away with a gasp, eyes wide and blown with desire. Lips wet from our kiss, he licks the lingering wetness away as if to keep the flavor of us on his tongue. I curl my fingernails into my palm, hoping to stave off my orgasm as long as I can. Harper’s big, green eyes hold my gaze as he slinks down my body, landing on his knees between my spread legs.
Harper licks his lips again while roughly rubbing his palms up and down my clothed thighs. I keep my hands hanging loosely at my sides, letting Harper take this at his own pace. My heart skips a beat when his fingers carefully unbutton my jeans. One look from him is all the direction I need to lift up slightly so that he can tug my jeans down just enough.
Unable to resist touching him any longer, I softly brush the pads of my fingers across his crimson cheek. “I’ll like whatever you do, I promise. You’re the sexiest thing that’s ever knelt between my thighs. We’re in this together. I’ll walk you through it.”
Surprisingly, Harper doesn’t argue. With a quiet release of breath, he quickly tugs my boxers down and stares longingly at my cock when it slaps my stomach. A drop of pre-cum leaks from my tip under his heated stare. Harper tilts his head in wonder, lifts his hand, and gathers the pre-cum on his fingertip. I watch, frozen, fully entranced, as he closes his eyes, seemingly savoring the taste of me.
The next moment, Harper’s leaning forward and taking my cock into his warm mouth. I dig my fingers into the softness of his sofa to prevent myself from grabbing on to his hair and fucking into his mouth. Not this time. I don’t want to overwhelm him. A little choking noise escapes him when he sucks me down too deep, but instead of pulling off, it seems to spur him on further.
He swallows me down to the back of his throat with a loud moan that reverberates through me. With his nose buried in my groin, his hands grope for mine. I try to tangle our fingers together, but he shakes me off; instead, he raises my hands to his head and then pats my hands. Fucking Jesus shit. His eyes lift to mine, tears lining the rims.
