I can see the moment it all clicks, the moment he decides to push his chances. His nostrils flare slightly, fingers tensing and relaxing at his side.
“No.”
“Harper,” I say, voice low and deep. A shiver rolls through Harper, but he stares at me without flinching, a challenge in his deep green eyes. “For once in your life, be a good boy and listen without arguing. Good boys get rewarded with pleasure, and bad boys don’t. Be a good boy for me and get on the bed.”
Harper squeezes his eyes tightly shut as if at war with himself. I have to bite back a grin when he silently heads towards the bed; shoulders slumped in defeat. Once he lies down, I let my eyes trail over the expanse of his body, taking stock of every inch of beautiful skin. His skin pebbles beneath my touch as I slowly glide my fingers from his ankle to the back of his knee.
Only the sound of his deep breathing fills the room. I dance my fingers all along his skin until he’s trembling underneath me, begging me without words to give him more of my touch. His skin is soft beneath my lips when I kiss those two irresistible dimples of his perfectly round ass cheeks. Touching Harper is divine, as close to the pearly gates as I’ll ever get.
I nudge his legs apart more so he’s on his stomach with his legs in the shape of a V. His arms are tucked under the pillow, out of sight, and his hair shields his face from my view. I can’t have that. If I’m going to take care of him tonight, then I want to see all the fruits of my labor.
Harper shivers beneath my lips as I kiss up his spine, licking his skin to savor the taste of him. Roughly gathering his hair at the nape of his neck, I press my mouth to his ear.
“Tell me where you have a hair tie.”
Harper’s eyes are beautifully glassy when they flicker to me. Wordlessly, he removes his arm from under the pillow, holding his arm out for me so I can slip the tie off of his wrist. I comb my fingers through his slightly damp hair, fixing it in a messy braid so it lies down the gentle curve of his spine. I slip my hand under his head, turning his head toward me so I can kiss him senseless until he’s a trembling mess beneath me.
“Do you trust me?” I ask against his parted lips.
“Always,” Harper promises.
I trail my lips back down his spine, grabbing the bottle of lube as I go. A gasp rattles out of Harper when I part his cheeks, only to nuzzle my nose against him, inhaling the cleanscent of him. When I gently lick his hole, his legs spasm, and he scrambles onto his elbows to look back at me.
“Jackson?” Harper asks, cheeks flushed, gaze weary.
“You said you trust me.” I raise my hand to press him back down flat against the bed. “Let me take care of you. Just let go.”
When I lick him again, his thighs tense underneath me, and a deep, guttural moan floats from his parted lips. From this angle, I can lick into him and clearly see his face taut with pleasure.
“Jackson… oh my God…” Harper trails off with another moan.
Heaven is buried between Harper’s ass cheeks. His fingers curl tightly into the blanket as I lick into him, feeling him soften around my tongue each time I press in further. It would be so easy to just fuck him like this, but I have plans, so tonight, it’ll just have to be about his pleasure alone.
I pull away from him to generously coat my fingers with lube. He pants underneath me, gyrating his hips against the bed to seek friction. Normally, I’d punish him for that, but I know how on the edge he has to be. I roughly flip him over, settling between his splayed thighs so that they rest over my own. Pressing my finger against his entrance, I tap my finger against his hole a few times in a silent ask for him to let me in. His eyes squeeze shut, and he relaxes enough for me to slip in up to my knuckle. God, he’s so fucking hot.
His head tilts back as I search out his prostate, pressing against it once I find it. Harper claws at the bed, swallowing loudly over and over as if he’s trying to gulp down air. Taking pity on him, I take his cock in a tight grip, roughly pumping it in my hand.
The tendons in his neck pop with strain as he tightens around my finger. His cock is angry and red, begging for him to come. I realize with startling clarity that Harper is holding offhis orgasm because I haven’t yet given him permission. He’s so fucking good, so perfect, and so very mine.
“Harper, love, you can come whenever you want.”
Harper mumbles an incoherent sentence before tensing up, back arching off the bed with the intensity of his orgasm. His release coats my fingers, and I stroke him through it, needing to bring him down gently from the volatile orgasm shaking through him. My cock is painfully hard, but I don’t care about my pleasure, not when Harper is blinking at the ceiling in a daze like he just saw the face of God.
I lick my hand clean, holding back a feral grin when Harper’s eyes firmly shut to blot out the sight. The taste of him is decadent on my tongue. Once I’ve cleaned my hand, I eagerly lick the cum off his stomach. I finally collapse onto the bed, letting my head rest against his still-trembling stomach.
His hand comes up to rest over my scalp, thumb drawing circles against the short, buzzed hairs on top of my head. His stomach trembles with each slow inhale. Resting my chin just below his belly button, I look up at him to find him already gazing down at me. Even in the low light of the lamp, the tears in his eyes are visible. I don’t call attention to it, because I know that’s the wrong way to go about it with Harper. Instead, I curl tighter against him, turning my head to rest my cheek against his stomach.
“Stay the night?” Harper asks quietly sometime later.
“Try to get me to leave.”
Harper just snorts, but his body slumps in relief. I jump out of the bed to hurriedly tug off my clothes. The loopy smile on Harper’s face is worth it when I trip while hopping out of my jeans. I climb into the bed with him, wearing only my boxers. He curls against me, all long limbs and tiredness. Burying my face in his hair, I breathe him in, needing him in my lungs before falling asleep.
This perfect man, everything I’ve ever wished for, everything I’ve so wanted to keep. He quickly falls asleep in my arms, lips parted as he snores softly. Honey pushes through the bedroom door, eyes glinting in the darkness. I gently pat the bed in invitation for her to join us. She curls up against my back with a huff, pleased to finally be allowed in the bed with us. And that’s how I fall asleep, between the two beings that are rapidly becoming the most important part of my life.
11
HARPER
