“Shit, sorry. I was having a dream.”
He could smell bacon but no pine. And there were no sounds of happy giggles, only the rustle of sheets as Harrison leaned over him again.
“Sounds like a nice dream,” Harrison said lowly into his ear, touching his lips against it. “Wanna tell me about it?”
Large, calloused hands dragged up his sides, sliding under him to cup his pecs gently. Jett whimpered, arching his ass into the bulge that was already pressing against it.
“How many babies did you give me?” Harrison growled, fingers pinching his nipples until Jett gasped. “One?Two?”
“Oh fuck.” Jett wasn’t sure what kind of kink he had just unlocked in Harrison to have him talking like this, but he didn’t want it to stop. Ever.
Harrison continued mapping out the sensitive spots on Jett’s back and shoulders, avoiding his neck so he wouldn’t have to cover bruises in public. He kept grinding against Jett, keeping the pace slow and gentle as he sucked on his skin and played with his nipples.
Jett was practically a puddle of want and need. He wanted Harrison to fuck him—and he needed it soon, before he came just like this.
One of Harrison’s hands left his abused nipple to travel lower. Jett was naked, so he easily took his cock into his hand and gave it a lazy stroke, punching a harsh moan from him as he thumbed the slit.
“Gonna have to do more laundry today,” said Harrison in a pleased tone. “You always get so wet for me, Sunshine.”
It took every ounce of his mental capacity to force his arms to move from where they were wrapped around his pillow, fumbling for the lube. Harrison chuckled, making his hair stand on end as he stroked him, amused by his inability to focus on the simple task.
The second he had the tube in his hand, he shoved it into Harrison’s face. “Don’t take forever. Need it now.”
Harrison let go of his dick, making Jett whimper at the loss. The lube was plucked from his hand and Harrison sat up, giving him a hard smack on his bare ass.
Jett whined through the ache, powerless to stop himself from grinding his cock against the bed.
“Arms around the pillow. Ass in the air.”
He moved so fast to comply that his spine cracked. He couldn’t wait to have Harrison’s dick inside of him again. The first time had ruined him for anyone else, and he had been craving the way Harrison had filled him up since that first night. It was a miracle he played as well as he did the next day.
His ass had been aching ever since, an intimate reminder that Harrison was there with him, standing behind his bench. It was all he’d been able to think about as he felt Harrison looming over him, sending tingling sensations through his body whenever he used that demanding voice to order the guys around.
He still felt tender as Harrison pressed a lubed finger inside, but he liked the burn. Jett lifted his hips higher, forcing the finger as deep as it would go.
“Eager, are we?”
Jett had no chance to respond before the finger disappeared and was replaced by two, both curling to touch that spot that took his breath away.
“Yes, fuck—right there.”
Harrison said something in a low rumble, but Jett couldn’t hear the words over his own voice hollering in his head.Keep doing that. Don’t stop doing that.Pleasepleasepleaseplease.
He had fingered himself before and fucked himself with toys, but nothing compared to Harrison’s long, warm fingers hitting every place that felt good. He could hear the wet sound of lube as he opened him up, thrusting inside hard enough to make him whine.
“How are you feeling?” Harrison asked him, somehow pulling Jett out of his thoughts. “Are you close? Want to cum on my fingers before you cum on my cock?”
“Please!” Jett’s eyes were watering, and his arms were aching from how hard he gripped the pillow. “I can do it, just—”
The fingers were gone, but before Jett could start crying for real, they returned with more lube. Jett shoved his face into the pillow, hips moving frantically as Harrison pushed him closer to the edge. The stretch of a third joining was what got him there, and he screamed into the pillow as he came hard enough to feel dizzy.
Harrison angled away from his prostate as he came down from the high of his brain-breaking orgasm, but he kept prepping him, biting and sucking on Jett’s back to ground him once more.
Jett was covered with sweat, panting and oversensitive, but it wasn’t enough. He pulled his face out of his pillow and shot a look at Harrison over his shoulder. He couldn’t find the words to communicate, so he raised his hips and bit his lip, silently begging his man to fuck him.
Harrison’s eyes were so dark that Jett could barely make out the blue. The teasing snapped the last of Harrison’s control. He grinned just before his head was shoved back into the pillow and held there, keeping it tilted enough so he could still breathe.
“I love it when you submit like this,” said Harrison, using his legs to spread Jett’s thighs wider. “You’re so pretty when you’re begging to get fucked.”
