“You’re such a good boy, Sunshine. So eager to please me.”
Jett didn’t stop because he hadn’t been given permission yet. The line between pain and pleasure became blurred, and he knew he was going to lose his mind if Harrison didn’t let him come.
The sound that left him when he was roughly flipped onto his back was not something he would ever be proud of, but he was already spreading his legs and opening his arms so Harrison could fall into them.
Harrison gave him a cocky grin as he looped his arms around Jett’s thighs, yanking half his body off the bed so he was resting on his lap, still sitting in the chair.
“Now come,” said Harrison, and then he lifted Jett up and swallowed his cock, sinking to the base.
Jett gave a strangled cry, his legs scrambling to wrap around Harrison’s neck so he could anchor himself to something. Three fingers bigger than his own thrust inside him, and his vision went white.
He was a babbling, teary-eyed mess as he emptied himself down Harrison’s throat, heels kicking into his boyfriend’s back, and hands gripping the blankets from the sheer intensity of his orgasm.
Harrison’s eyes never left him as he drank him down, slowly pulling off his cock with that annoying grin still in place. “You good?”
His voice sounded far away. Jett had lost his hearing at some point.
Frowning, he forced his muscles to relax before he strained a muscle and ruined the mood. “I wanted you to fuck me…”
Harrison scoffed and lifted Jett’s body off the bed, sitting him securely in his lap. He could feel the bulge of Harrison’s hard cock pressing into the crease of his ass, and even though he was exhausted, his dick was already rallying for a second round.
“I can make you come more than once, Sunshine. We’re in no rush here.”
Jett groaned when Harrison buried his face into his neck, sucking slow kisses onto his skin. He melted into his boyfriend’s arms as the kisses continued to the place behind his ear, along his jaw, over his chin and then finally to his mouth.
Jett tangled his fingers into Harrison’s dark hair, holding him in place as he swept his tongue into his mouth. He could taste his own bitterness on Harrison’s lips, which shouldn’t have been sexy, but it really fucking was.
Harrison let him take control for a minute, but then gripped Jett by the back of the neck and pulled him away. “How’s your shoulder?”
Jett’s brain wasn’t fully online, so it took him a second to figure out what Harrison was asking. “Shoulder? Shoulder is good. No pain.”
There was a flicker of something in Harrison’s eyes, and Jett had a sneaking suspicion that he was about to find out why that question was relevant.
“Good, you’re going to need it.”
Jett had no choice but to hold on to Harrison when he stood and walked them across the room. He thought maybe they were going to the bathroom to have shower sex, but when they stopped in front of the giant glass windows facing the ocean, his mind drew a blank.
Harrison set him on his feet and pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth before turning him around so he could look out the window. They weren’t in the tallest building in the area, but there was an unobstructed view of the ocean and the approaching sunset.
“Good view,” said Harrison, echoing his thoughts. “And look, they’re having a pool party down there.”
Jett glanced downward at the outdoor pool he had overlooked. Pool party was an understatement—there was a rowdy group of young adults drinking and tossing inflatable balls around, hollering so loud he could hear them through the glass.
Harrison crowded him against the window, and Jett glared at his reflection as his forehead touched the glass.
“An audience,” Harrison growled into his ear. He kept Jett’s chest pressed to the window and kicked his legs open, his slick fingers finding his hole and pushing inside. “This is a little risky, but hopefully no one looks up.I don’t want to go down there and break anyone’s nose tonight if they see you like this—this is only for me.”
His nerve endings were burning, soothed only by the coolness of the glass touching the front of his body. They should be high enough that no one could see them and make out their faces—but just the thought of someone looking up and seeing Harrison fucking him against the window—
“Fuck.”
Harrison’s chuckle vibrated through his bones. They were pressed so close that Jett didn’t know where Harrison began and where he ended. Their eyes met in the reflection of the glass, and Jett could see that Harrison was proud of himself. They were the perfect height for this—they fit together like puzzle pieces.
He watched and felt Harrison kiss his ear, nibbling on the lobe before settling his chin on his flushed shoulder. “Put your hands on the glass.”
Jett complied, eyes flicking nervously toward the pool to make sure no one had noticed them. He felt the head of Harrison’s cock catch against his rim, a low groan rumbling in his throat like he was trying to keep control. He held them there for a moment longer before pushing inside.
Even with all the prep, it was almost too much. Every inch made his breath catch, and the urge to squeeze his eyes shut so he could focus on taking it was overwhelming. But his gaze locked on their reflection in the window—the flushed skin, the sheen of sweat, and the focused concentration on Harrison’s face as he lost himself in Jett’s body.
