Page 63 of All In

Harlow tucks his face into the crook of my neck, nipping at my skin as I carry him over the threshold, kicking the door shut behind us.

Carrying him straight into the bedroom, I lay him out on the bed. He’s staring up at me with half-lidded eyes, his pupils blown and his freckles standing out against his flushed skin.

“You look stunning,” I breathe.

Lips quirking up in a small smile, Harlow inclines his head. “You’re not so bad yourself. Would be better if you took your clothes off, though.”

It’s probably a good thing that Harlow and I never did the best friends experimenting thing growing up. If I thought I wanted him before, it’s nothing compared to now. Now that I know what he looks like when he’s so turned on he can’t think, now that I know what he looks like with my cock buried down his throat, now that I’ve seen his facial expressions as he comes.

I’m basically an addict, and I’ve only had him twice. How much worse is it going to be at the end of all this?

I shake those thoughts away. I’ve already said that’s a future-me problem.

Present me needs him, and present him wants me. That’s what I need to be focusing on.

After stripping my shirt over my head, I unbutton my jeans, watching Harlow the entire time.

His eyes are following each movement, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“Are you gonna get undressed?” I ask when I’m down to my boxers.

Harlow shakes his head. “No, I thought maybe you’d undress me.”

His eyes drop to my cock when I push my boxers down, and a shiver races down my spine at the way he licks his lips. Harlow is going to ruin me. Fuck, I think he already has.

Crawling over his body, I drop a kiss on his parted lips. “You’re just gonna be my little pillow prince, huh?”

Hips punching up, Harlow moans. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

Sitting him up, I help him pull his shirt off, then I lay him back and unbutton his jeans, working them down his hips as he lifts them to help me. After pausing to take his shoes off, I pull his pants fully off, and then he’s bare in front of me. Well, almost bare. He’s still wearing his wedding band.

His cock is flushed and resting on his lower stomach, leaking against his skin. He’s a fucking vision, and he’s all mine.

“Can’t believe this,” I hear myself murmur, dragging a hand up his inner thigh and brushing my thumb over his balls.

He squirms, eyes falling closed and lips parting around a soft moan. “Why? What’s so hard to believe about it?”

I nearly laugh at that. “Just two weeks ago, you belonged to someone else.”

Harlow’s eyes fly open. “And now what? I belong to you?”

“Would you like that? To belong to me?”

Whimpering, he nods.

Crawling back over him, I settle my body over his, smiling when he gasps and clutches my back.

As soon as my skin brushes his dick, he rolls his hips, dragging it against me.

“What do you want?” I ask, catching his lips with my own.

Fingers sink into my hair, dragging me closer as Harlow nips my lower lip, then soothes the sting with his tongue.

“I want you to fuck me. Will you do that? It’s been so long.”

That gives me pause. “So long?”

He whines low in his throat, grinding into me. “Yeah, over a month, at least. Can’t really remember. Please?”