“You want me to fuck your face?” I ask, voice breaking for the first time in over a decade. No one ever makes me feel unsure or off-footed during sex. Only Harper.
Harper nods as much as he can while holding my gaze. I brush my thumb along his cheek, feeling it hollow as I drag him up, then slide him back down. It takes every ounce of willpower for me to not tilt my head back, just go for the ride, and enjoy the sensations. Fucking into his mouth is divine. A few tears fall and splash against my wrists, spurring me to fuck his face faster.
His fingers dig into my thighs, all while he makes little moans of pleasure, slurping at my cock, fucking choking on it. My thighs tremble around his thin frame. Pleasure forms hot and terrifying at the base of my spine, demanding that I come as soon as I can. I try to drag him off, to give him a warning, but he only hollows his cheeks out more, sucking me so deeply that I bury myself in his throat and come.
My body slumps against the sofa, boneless with pleasure. Harper breathes heavily through his nose, swallowing rapidly to take every ounce of my cum down his throat. It’s impossible he’s never done this before. I refuse to believe it. Everything he’s told me has been an elaborate ruse to gift me with the greatest fucking pleasures I’ve ever experienced.
Harper slowly releases me from his mouth, then wipes his lips with the back of his forearm. Cocking his head to the side, he dissects me with all the dedication of a hawk studying their prey.
“Good?”
“Harper, you have no fucking idea…” I trail off and drag him into my lap to lick the taste of myself from his mouth. He moans into my mouth, tongue sliding against my own. He’s so hot against me, a burning furnace of want, desire, and fucking mine. He’s mine.
I wiggle my hand between us, unbutton his jeans one-handed, and slip my hand into his boxers. He moans against mymouth when I curl my hand around the heavy length of him. It only takes a few tugs of my dry palm for Harper to go rigid against me, his cum splashing against my stomach and into my hand.
He pants against my lips, body loose and heavy from his orgasm. I lift my hand between us, slowly licking it clean as he watches me with wide eyes.
“That was…” Harper closes his eyes as if at a loss for words.
“Are you seriously telling me that was the first dick you’ve ever sucked?”
Harper hums and nods. “I must be a natural.”
“Are you interested in being fucked?” I ask just because I have to fucking know. If he’s not, it won’t matter. We’ll work it out regardless. But goddamn, the idea of burying myself inside him lights me up like nothing else.
“Yeah, Daddy.”
I bury my fingers in his hair and yank until he gasps. “Don’t be a little shit.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” But the twinkle in his eye tells me he’s not the least bit embarrassed.
I kiss him again until he melts against me. We clean up just in time for dinner to arrive. Harper helps plate the food so it feels less like we’re eating delivery and more like we’re eating a home-cooked meal.
Sitting at the kitchen island, we share the mixture of food that I ordered. Harper seems to prefer the shrimp Alfredo, so I focus on the gnocchi. Tearing into the garlic knots, Harper sends me a wicked grin.
“Good thing we fucked beforehand so we don’t have to kiss each other with garlic breath.”
“I’ll kiss you, garlic breath or not.”
Harper laughs loud and pleased, making me bite my lip to hold back a full-blown grin. “You’re the most ridiculous man I’ve ever met.”
I swipe a garlic knot through the red sauce on my plate. “You make me this way.”
Harper hums in disbelief as he mimics me, swiping his garlic knot through my plate's red sauce. “So, should I request the entire week of Thanksgiving off?”
“Yes, please.”
A small, pleased grin flirts at the corner of Harper’s mouth before he suppresses it. “Alright, Daddy.”
“One day, you’re going to say that with a lot more pleasure on your lips.”
Harper chews his garlic knot thoughtfully, all while eyeing me with a level of disdain that should be a turn-off but strangely riles me up all over again.
“We’ll see, Daddy.”
I kiss him because garlic breath be damned. When he chuckles against my lips, I know I’ve won.
Every year,the boys and I do Friendsgiving. We get together to celebrate our friendship, while also pigging out on our favorite foods. The day is one of my favorites. This year will be even better because now Harper will be there with me. Whether he likes it or not.
