He’s stripped off my clothes before I can even cross the threshold of the room. He yanks his own clothes off, too, and then we’re falling back on the bed, hands and lips everywhere they can reach.
It’s undoubtable how much we want each other. It’s been weeks of messing around, switching between blow jobs and hand jobs, a little rimming and the occasional venture into ass play. Yet we still haven’t discussed what comes next and who’ll be doing what.
I’m vers, so I’m happy either way, but I’m intrigued to discover how this will change our dynamic.
I don’t want to ruin the moment, but it’s time. We both want more – the question is am I fucking him or is he fucking me?
‘How do you wanna do this?’ I ask, injecting my voice with a casualness I don’t feel.
‘You. Inside me,’ he replies. Despite not having been sure of his preference before, somehow this surprises me. His hand snakes around my dick, and he gives it a sharp tug to get this party started.
I decide to take the prep work slow and steady since something tells me it’s been a while since he’s had someone inside of him and I don’t want to ask. Better to be safe than sorry.
I intend to go slowly, but once I start licking and using my spit to get him nice and ready, I’m as keen to get going as he obviously is. I push in first one wet finger and then a second, in and out, while my other hand plays with his dick and his balls. I get a third finger ready and start pressing.
Harper’s writhing against my fingers, begging for more. He starts to back himself on to them and I love the sight of his ass working its way onto my hand. It’s not something I ever thought I would see, but I know it will live rent-free in my head for the rest of my life.
I can’t wait to get inside him, but the second I pull out my fingers, I realise I don’t have a condom.
I don’t even remember the last time I packed them, never mind kept them to hand. I really don’t do this a lot.
A laugh escapes my lips and Harper’s eyes fly open, startled by the change in pace. I’ve been dying to get inside him and now I’m stalling.
‘What?’ he asks, leaning up on his elbows. ‘Why’d you stop?’
‘Do you have a condom?’
‘Oh, for fuck’s sake, Kian. I thought you were Mr Prepared?’
‘Just hop off the bed and go and get one. I know you have a stash – at least, I hope you do.’
When Harper comes back with one and gets back on the bed, I thrust my fingers back inside him and find his prostate right away, which has his hips pistoning up off the bed.
‘You bastard,’ he pants as I set a frantic pace.
Ignoring him, I line up our dicks, both of them slick, and with every thrust of my fingers we slide against each other. It’s nearly too much even for me and I don’t have someone stimulating my G-spot at the same time. I can’t even imagine how good Harper’s feeling.
Before we both slip over the edge, I slide on the condom and start to nudge my way inside of him. At first, just the tip, but he’s quickly breathing out so push fully inside of him. It feels so damn good, and when I look up from the way his ass is stretching around my cock, he’s enjoying it, too. He’s looking at me with an intensity that surprises me, and I know for sure then that this isn’t something he’s done much of before.
His breath hisses between his teeth, and he grunts as I push all the way in.
‘Fuck!’
He reaches down and starts pumping his dick and he groans and closes his eyes.
I start thrusting and it doesn’t take much to coax him to the edge, our sweat pooling between us. With one more thrust I can feel I’m close, but the sight of his release coating his belly is the final trigger and I cum hard, calling out his name as I do.
I collapse beside him and he rolls into my side, both of us struggling to catch our breath for a second, before the room falls quiet. I take the condom off and dispose of it, and when I return, he whispers something into my chest which I don’t quite catch. I go to ask him to repeat himself, but his eyes are closed and he looks peaceful.
Harper’s breath evens out, little puffs blowing against my chest hair, and we fall asleep in a tangle of limbs, our bodies slick with cum and sweat, my heart full of the prospect of what this thing between us could be.
ChapterTwenty
Harper
It’s 5am when I realise Kian and I have been sharing a room, like a couple, since Hungary. The rooms in the motorhome aren’t big enough to hold all the kit and gear for two people, but I’ve been slowly drifting into his space. Not to the extent that a casual observer would notice, but there are signs.
My clothes on the floor by his bed. My phone charger plugged in behind the bed frame. My Deep Heat on the bedside table.
