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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Zander
I had no idea what we were doing, what I was doing, but for whatever reason, the thought of having Harrison’s full attention that way, of being his sole focus as he hopefully reignited an old passion of his, and me being the center of it? Christ, I needed that just as much as I needed my next breath, as much as the blood pumping through my veins.
I wanted to give him something, yes, but it was more than that. I wanted the evidence of being something to him, wanted his eyes on me, wanted to see his lust for me reflected in the photos we took.
Harrison stood beside the bed and pointed the camera at me. “Are you sure? We’ll develop them ourselves, or we won’t at all.”
“I…I trust you,” I replied, and he snapped another photo and then another.
“Can you push your underwear down some? Not all the way. Give me a little peek.”
I nodded, easing the navy-blue bottoms down slightly so my hip showed, along with a teasing glimpse of the hair at my groin. I bent one leg, continued to relax into the pillows, and looked at Harrison just before I heard the click.
And I felt strangely alive, like in that moment we were the only two people in the world.
“Jesus, you’re so goddamned beautiful,” Harrison said, his voice husky and hoarse.
He got closer, took a face shot, then danced his fingertips down my chest, making goose bumps travel along my arms. He took a photo of that too. Click.
“Can we take these off?” Harrison fingered the band of my underwear. “It’s okay if that’s too far and you don’t feel comfortable.”
He was telling the truth. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind about that. I could tell Harrison no, and he wouldn’t question it, wouldn’t push. But I didn’t want to tell him no. I wanted to be laid bare for him. If I couldn’t do it emotionally, at least I could physically.
I pulled down my briefs, flicked them off. My erection bounced against my stomach, precum already at the tip, dripping to my belly.
Harrison saw, sucked in a breath, then put the camera close and captured the shot. Click.
I put my thumb into the mess, pulled back so it stretched between my cockhead and my finger. Another click.
“Wrap a hand around your shaft for me,” Harrison demanded, and I did. Click. “Arch your back when you do it.” Click.
My balls were aching and full, my cock pulsing, throbbing. I was harder than I’d ever been in my life.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to ever get enough of you,” Harrison said so softly, I was sure he’d meant that for himself and not for my ears. I gasped, fueled by the lust inside me, by the passion in this moment, with this man.
“Me neither,” I admitted. Click.
“Will you get on your hands and knees for me, Mr. Wescott? Show me your pretty little hole?”
My cock twitched again, a wave of trembles rushing over me. “Yes, God yes. Why is it so hot when you talk to me like that?”
“It’s a talent, I guess.” He grinned.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I was, and I wanted to. Wanted nothing more than to have this moment with Harrison when it felt like all the barriers were down. Our rules, our reality, none of it mattered then. We were just two men who took immense pleasure in one another’s bodies, savoring what brought us so much joy.
I knelt in the middle of the mattress, ass up, hands flat on the bed. I spread my legs, bowed my back, looked at him over my shoulder. Click.
I watched as he took another, this one closer, zoomed in on my balls…my ass…the hole that he fucked just right.
My gaze snagged on his bulge, on the wetness on his underwear, proof of how much he was enjoying this too.
“Mmm. I think I’m gonna stick my tongue inside you tonight.” He rubbed my rim with his thumb.
My whole damn body jolted as the most exquisite pleasure rushed through me. “Yes…God yes. I want you.”
There was one more click, and then he set the camera on the nightstand.
“Don’t move,” Harrison said, taking off his underwear, his long, thick erection springing free.
He climbed back onto the mattress, knelt behind me, used his strong hands to spread my ass cheeks, then licked a long strip down my crease before landing at my hole. “Harrison…” My eyes rolled back as he flicked his wet tongue back and forth over my pucker. He feasted on me as if I was his favorite thing, his favorite meal, and he didn’t know when he would ever be able to have me again.
My hands fisted in the pillows as I pushed back against him, damn near trying to ride his face. It was everything, but I wanted more too. And then he spit and pressed a finger inside me, fucking me with it. I saw stars, and it wasn’t even his cock yet. My body had never responded to anyone the way it did with Harrison.
