“Mhmmm.” I take him in eagerly, mouth getting all messy with spit as I reach down to palm my cock, showing just how completely okay it is.
This time, he holds me there longer, enough that my lungs complain for air before he releases me. I pull back with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his cock.
“Fuck,” Harper breathes, the word so quiet I almost miss it. “Dodger...”
The sound of my name in his mouth, rough with desire, sends a bolt of heat straight to my groin.
His hand in my hair guides me now, setting a rhythm that’s faster and harder than before. I surrender to it, letting him use my mouth, loving the way he’s slowly losing his iron control. Each time I take him deep, he holds me there a little longer, testing my limits, seeing how much I can take. And each time, I moan around him, encouraging him to push further.
“I’m close,” he warns.
“Come on my face,” I pull off to tell him, remembering how it drove him wild last time. “I want you to.”
Don’t need to tell him twice. His hand moves from my hair to his cock, wrapping around it and stroking quickly. Hisbreathing grows more ragged, and it doesn’t take long for the first pulse of his release to hit my cheek.
He keeps stroking, working himself through it as his face contorts with pleasure. His eyes shutter closed before he forces them back open, not looking away from the mess he makes of me. His release paints my face in stripes, across my cheek, lips, and chin.
When the last pulse subsides, Harper lets go of himself, his hand dropping to his side. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but his eyes never leave my face. There’s something almost worshipful in his gaze as he takes in the evidence of his pleasure on my skin.
I’m acutely aware of my own arousal now, my cock hard and leaking between my thighs, begging for attention. The wooden floor is hard beneath my knees, and my jaw aches pleasantly, but all I can think about is how badly I need release. Harper looking at me like that—like I’m something wild and wonderful that he can’t quite believe is real—makes me want to climb into his lap and finish what we’ve started.
Harper seems to read my mind. “Your turn.”
My cock throbs at his words, at the promise in them, and I swallow hard, tasting him on my tongue as I do. He pulls me up a second later and his mouth crashes into mine as I settle into his lap.
Usually, my hook ups are quick, dirty, and to the point, a way to scratch an itch. I don’t do slow. I don’t do sweet. I certainly don’t do making love. But Harper’s hands slide up my back, tracing the bumps of my spine with a gentleness that belies the strength I know lives in those fingers, and I find myself melting into his touch. His kiss softens, becoming less desperate and more sweet.
Maybe this tenderness thing isn’t so bad after all.
His thumb sweeps over the head of my cock, gathering the moisture there and using it to ease his strokes as he starts jacking me off. His hand moves in a steady rhythm as his lips trace a path from my mouth to my jaw to the sensitive spot just below my ear. A heat builds in my belly that spreads outward with each pass of his hand.
“Harper,” I gasp out.
He leans forward, pressing his forehead to mine. “I’ve got you.”
And he does. His arm around my waist is solid and secure, holding me steady as his hand works me with a patience I’ve never experienced before. His strokes remain maddeningly even, a rhythm that seems to keep me balanced on the edge for ages without pushing me over. I focus on his hand and his breath and the building pleasure within me, letting it live inside me for as long as I can stand, enjoying every second of his attention.
“Please,” I finally whisper. “Harper, please.”
His hand tightens, his rhythm finally picking up.
“Let me see you,” he murmurs. “Let go for me, Dodger.”
The heat in my belly coils tighter, and I spill over his hand and onto our stomachs. It feels endless, each pulse drawing another shudder from me until I’m trembling and oversensitive, caught between wanting him to stop and never wanting this to end.
Harper holds me steady, his lips pressed to my temple, murmuring words I can’t quite make out through the roaring in my ears. I collapse against him, my face tucked into the crook of his neck as I struggle to catch my breath. As Harper pulls the quilt over us both, I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and surrendering to the protective circle of his arms and the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.
Springing a Trap
Dodger
The forest looks so peaceful in the morning. I stare out the cabin window, watching the sunlight filter through the pine trees. It’s a shame I didn’t get to enjoy it more... actually, I like nature much more from a distance than being part of it. I wouldn’t mind watching Harper’s wolf in his element, however, breeze ruffling his fur and surrounded by all the scents of the forest.
Maybe I’m just feeling nostalgic now that we’re about to leave.
