Page 64 of All In

I don’t want to examine why that makes me so happy, and I can’t think about it for too long anyway, or I’ll start feeling bad about it.

Shifting, I reach into the nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms, dropping them both on the bed.

Harlow arches up, moaning loudly. I never would have imagined he’d be so loud in bed, though I guess I should have. He’s vivacious in everything he does. Why would this be any different?

I grip his thigh, pushing his thigh back so I can settle between his legs. He watches me the entire time, his blue eyes burning in a way I’ve never seen them burn before.

He really is going to ruin me.

Grabbing the lube, I pop the cap open and pour some over my fingers before pressing two of them against his hole. It’s warm and pulsing slightly, like he wants me to hurry up and get inside him, and God, I want to. I’m dying for it, actually.

“Never thought I’d get to have you this way,” I hear myself saying as I circle my fingers around his entrance, covering him in lube and working to soften him up some for me.

He whines and shimmies and shifts, pressing his hips down like he’s trying to rush me along.

“Can you take two?” I ask, glancing up at him.

Harlow groans, nodding his head frantically. “Yes,” he rasps out.

Dropping my gaze, I push two fingers into him, watching as they disappear into the heat of his body.

His cock twitches, leaking pre-cum.

Given the way he reacted to jerking off while he was blowing me and in the alley outside the club, I figured he was sensitive. I’ve never been more thrilled to be right in my life.

Something tells me buttoned-up, boring Josh didn’t appreciate Harlow in bed. He reacts with his entire body, shivering and moaning and arching, and I’m barely even touching him.

Leaning forward, I drag my tongue up the underside of his cock, lapping at the head to collect his pre-cum. He gasps, his fingers tangling in my hair.

“Feels good,” he whispers, tugging gently on the strands.

Pulling his cock into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the leaking head, getting another burst of pre-cum when I graze his prostate.

My cock is fucking throbbing, and each new sound and restless movement I pull out of Harlow makes it worse. I can’t wait to feel him around my cock, his body stretching to accommodate me.

There’s no way we can go without condoms—not yet. But fuck, do I want to.

Working a third finger into him, I take him deeper. His hips start rocking, his body going taut, so I pull off, watching as his cock visibly throbs, flushed and wet with my spit.

“Hurry,” he groans, his head thrashing back and forth on the pillow.

I make quick work of stretching him open, pausing only long enough to add more lube and a fourth finger. By the time he’s fully stretched around my fingers, he’s almost mindless, his voice raw as he cries out.

I wonder…

“Can you come hands-free?” I ask, brushing my fingers over his prostate.

“Depends,” Harlow gasps, fingers digging into the sheets beneath him.

“On what?”

He opens his eyes, nailing me with his gaze. “On how well I’m fucked.”

Maybe one of these days, I’ll see if I can make him come with just my fingers, but today is not that day. Today I need him like I need air, so I pull my fingers free of him. His hole gapes open for a second, slick with lube and pulsing slightly.

He moans, a soft, whiny sound that makes my balls throb.

Harlow is gonna be the death of me. What a fucking glorious way to go. Reaching for the condom, I tear it open with my teeth before rolling it down my cock.