‘Would you just roll over and start sleeping off the inevitable hangover? You’ve got bigger things to worry about than whether I’m hard or not.’
‘I’m barely touching you.’
This time, I properly shake him off and he releases me without a fight. Except, his hand moves to my thigh, his fingers creeping up the soft cotton of my joggers and I don’t want him to stop.
‘You’re so … responsive.’
His fingers dance higher and higher up my thigh until the pads graze over my erection. I’m fully hard now. There’s no denying it. But I’m not alone. His dick is tenting in his boxers and I can’t help but lick my lips.
I’ve seen clickbait headlines in the past about guys coming forward with stories about the ‘best night of their life with Harper James’. Most of the time I just thought it was glory hunters hoping for their five minutes of fame, or trying to get Harper to come back a second time. Even I know that’s not how he worked. You get one chance with Harper James and that’s it.
Is this mine?
I’ve thought the question before I have a chance to work out whether I want it to be.
I almost shake my head at my own thoughts.
Absolutely not. There’s no way I want to be a notch on his very big bedpost. He’s also way too drunk to be able to consent to anything.
But now he’s stroking me through my sweats and I don’t want him to stop.
‘What are you doing?’ I ask, the words coming out breathless.
‘Anything you want, sweetheart.’ The term of endearment sounds dirty on his lips.
What doesanythingeven mean? A blow job? A hand job? Does he want me to fuck him? Is he a bottom or a top? Or both, like me?
I’ve been with men before, but not for a while. I know what I’m doing, I just never expected to be contemplating doing it with Harper James.
Except I want to. Every feather-light touch is driving me crazy. The pounding of my own heart rings in my ears and I know I’m starting to pant. It’s almost sensation overload. Too much. Too much him.
‘What do you want, Kian Walker?’ He says my full name like I hold some kind of power here. I don’t. I am flooded with the instinct to submit to him and just let him do whatever he wants. I’m sure anything would feel good at this point.
His other hand comes up to cup the side of my face, angling my head so I’m forced to look him in the eye. They were glassy maybe half an hour ago, and he was almost out of it, like the alcohol had dulled his shine. Now they‘re the clearest blue I’ve ever seen. Crystal, like the colour of the sea. He seems to be completely back in control. That drunk guy who was upset about being abandoned by his friend is gone, and cocky, swaggering Harper James, rookie and social-media fuck-boy, is back.
I can’t speak. What would I even say? Instead, I lean into his touch so that we’re knee to knee on the bed. If he didn’t want this – hell, if I didn’t – then now would be the time to back off. No impossible lines would have been crossed. We could put this down to a drunken mistake on his part and a sleep-deprived one on mine.
But, nope. We’re both leaning closer and in an electric moment our lips touch. Lightly at first, apprehensive, almost like there’s been more than a flirty five-minute build up to it. Maybe there has. Maybe it’s been a few weeks. Maybe it’s been more.
It’s been there in the back of my mind every time I catch a glimpse of his bare skin, his playful smile, his beautiful blue eyes. The vulnerability beneath the mask.
The snark from him that never failed to rile me up. Yeah, he’s been on my radar for more than five minutes.
Not that I ever expected this.
In a swift move, I’m pinning him to the bed and we’re both thrusting against each other, clothed erections brushing as we tussle for dominance in the kiss. It’s wild. Thrilling. Like nothing else I’ve ever experienced before.
I’m more turned on than I have been in years, like I could cum from just this level of contact alone. Harper’s hand snakes around my waist and he yanks my sweats down, exposing my buttocks. I twist my hips so the joggers come off completely so my dick has room to breathe.
He breaks the kiss only to pull off his shirt and throw it to the floor. I manage to kick off my sweats from around my ankles whilst trying to keep my lips in contact with any part of his skin I can get access to.
It’s rabid. I’m like a wild animal searching for my next meal. My teeth nip at the skin of his jaw, neck, collarbone, and down to his nipple. Lost in the taste of his salty skin, I feel like I’m losing my mind. It’s sheer perfection as I swirl my tongue around the little pink nubs, and Harper’s hand finally makes contact with my erection. It’s both a relief and a torment.
He fists my dick with his grip and I’m groaning against his mouth. Oh, God, it’s incredible. It’s too much and not enough at the same time and I feel a great wave starting to build inside me.
‘Kian…’ he moans, and his raspy voice saying my name catches me completely off guard.
It’s like a bucket of freezing cold water being thrown over me, stilling all my movements as I meet his eye. The questioning look I see there is concern but also confusion.
