Harrison’s words had heat coursing through him. He felt damn-near delirious with arousal. It was all he could do to arch his back and plead with Harrison to take him.
The fingers left and were replaced with something much bigger pressing against his hole, daring to slide inside. He moaned loudly, the sound muffled by his pillow.
“That’s right, baby.” The hand not holding him down gripped his hip, guiding him back. “Let me inside you again.”
Fuck, Harrison’s mouth was so filthy. Jett could do nothing but follow his directions, relaxing his body as his boyfriend’s cock slowly filled him up.
It was euphoric. Harrison was so deep inside of him that he swore his lungs had less room to take in air.
“Such a good boy,” said Harrison. “You took all of me in one go.”
Jett whimpered, praying that Harrison would shut up for once andmove.
“Fuck, you’re so hot and tight, Jett. I love being inside you.”
And just when Jett thought he was about to lose his mind, Harrison pulled out halfway, only to slam himself back inside.
Every coherent thought he’d had before vanished, burned away by the overwhelming heat flooding his body. All that remained was the sharp, rhythmic slap of Harrison’s thighs against his ass, echoing through the room. The pressure was relentless, each thrust fast and deep, driving into him with such force that Jett could hardly catch his breath. His fingers twisted in the sheets, toes curling as wave after wave crashed over him, leaving him dizzy and wrecked, completely at Harrison’s mercy.
The hand on the back of his neck finally released, and Jett sucked in a shaky breath—only to have it punched right out of him with the next thrust. Harrison's grip on his waist was unrelenting, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to leave bruises. He held Jett up with effortless strength, using his grip to slam him back onto his cock again and again, their bodies colliding in a rhythm that left Jett unable to think, let alone speak.
Jett shoved the pillow out of the way and pushed himself up onto his elbows, one hand braced against the headboard for leverage as he chased his second orgasm of the morning. Fire licked down his spine with every thrust, his nerves sparking as Harrison drove into him, hitting his prostate dead-on each time he bottomed out. The pressure was unbearable in the best way, and Jett was unravelling fast.
“Need help getting yourself there?” Harrison said, panting. “Tell me, Jett.”
“No!” Jett frankly couldn’t believe it himself, but he didn’t. “I’m almost there. Don’t stop fucking me—I want you to fill me up—”
Harrison’s moan was loud and sexy as hell. Jett’s arms gave out, and he collapsed onto the mattress, shoving his knuckles between his teeth tomuffle the scream threatening to tear out of him as his orgasm hit like a freight train. He came hard, spilling across the sheets and adding to the growing mess, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not with Harrison’s rhythm faltering, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release.
Harrison buried his face between Jett’s shoulder blades, cursing through gritted teeth as he came deep inside him. His thrusts slowed, growing uneven, until his hips finally stilled—spent and trembling against Jett’s back.
It was so hot knowing that Harrison had claimed him both inside and out. It was so hot knowing that he was the one that drove Harrison to fuck him hard enough that they were both half-dead by the end of it.
“God, Jett.” Harrison kissed his neck. “I’m trying to be gentle with you, but you keep making me change my mind.”
Those words made Jett happier than Harrison could ever know. Everything they had now was because Jett had made him change his mind. He didn’t ever want tostopchanging his mind.
Harrison carefully pulled out and flopped onto his side, bringing Jett with him. He curled his large body around Jett’s, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Well, I think breakfast might be cold now.”
Jett reached over his shoulder and cupped Harrison’s jaw, giving it a playful shake. “You started it.”
“Me?” Harrison bit his finger. “You were the one who started talking about kids. How was I supposed to react?”
Right, the dream. Fuck, Jett couldn’t believethatwas the thing that drove Harrison to pounce on him.
“You want kids?” Jett asked him, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.
“Doesn’t every hockey player?” Harrison nuzzled into Jett’s neck, taking a deep breath. “I knew it would be harder for me because I’m gay, but the thought of teaching my kid to skate, bringing them to games and having a family? Yeah, I wanted that.”
Jett couldn’t help himself. “Wanted?”
When Harrison went quiet, Jett worried that he had said something wrong.
“Wanted or want, it doesn’t matter to me,” said Harrison, finally breaking the silence. “I’ll go along with whatever you decide. You’re more important to me than some daydream I used to have growing up.”
“Thank fuck.”
It took a great amount of effort for him to roll over and face his boyfriend, but soon he was back in Harrison’s arms, wrapped up in his warmth. He looked into blue eyes, his lip swollen and aching as he nibbled on the bottom one nervously.
