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“Yes,” I whisper, lips softly gliding over his when I move my mouth. “I want,” I exhale softly. I can do this, I want to because I think Harrison will deliver. I’m sure if I’m brave enough to explain my desires, this night will provide endless material for me to jack off to for years after. I have to take advantage of today because it’s highly unlikely this will last long.
There’s no way he’d want someone like me for the long haul, and even though he’s literally all I’ve ever wanted in a man, I won’t beg.
At least never outside the bedroom.
“I want you to use me to get off. I want you to manhandle me, tell me what to do.” One hard swallow, and then I confess the most intimate truth. “I want to please you.”
He kisses me as soon as the last word leaves my lips. Hard and without holding back, he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and takes me over in an instant. His hand cradles my head while the other grabs my ass with enough strength to pull me to my tiptoes.
I moan into the kiss, and whimper when he stops all contact abruptly. “No, don’t stop.” Look at that, I’m already begging.
“Tell me your limits, Tris.” The steel in his voice snaps me out of my needy haze.
“No hitting me, no bruising, no body fluids except for come and spit, I only bottom, but only well prepped, I’m on PrEP so going bare is fine as long as you are, too, and you can only order me around in the bedroom. I may be sexually submissive, but I’m very dominant in all other aspects of my life.” Rattling off all of my limits is easy because I know them so well. I’ve made sure I know them.
“I am on PrEP, but also have results from about a month ago. I can show you if you want, but what about bondage?” Harry asks with a hungry look in his eyes.
“As long as it doesn’t leave any visible marks, I’d be fine with that. And you can show me later.” I trail a hand down his chest to the bulge in his pants and squeeze as I bring my mouth close to his ear. “You gonna tie me up, Harrison?” I ask, then nip lightly at his earlobe.
He pulls my head back by the hair, “Not tonight, but soon.” Then he attacks my mouth again and starts stripping off my jacket. Oh fuck, does that mean this isn’t a one-time thing? Fuck yes. If this works out, I could have three months of this man to myself, possibly more. He starts working on the buttons of my shirt when I pull back.
“I liked your idea of a shower,” I say, panting.
“Thanks for reminding me.” He takes my hand and starts dragging me to the left door in a hurry. “The only thing I want more than to see you spread out on my bed is to see you wet and bent over the bench in my shower.”
The image has my already hard cock throbbing with desperation. Lights turn on inside the enormous bathroom as soon as he steps a foot inside and he quickly places me in front of the mirror above a double-sink counter. His hands expertly unbutton my shirt, undo my bowtie, and undo the button of my slacks. “Your shoes, baby,” he murmurs. I keep my eyes on him in the reflection as I kick off the shoes in a hurry. Harrison’s brilliant blue eyes never leave me. He kneels behind me and shoves my pants as well as my briefs down my legs, then takes off my socks without wasting a second.
When he stands back up, the contrast between me being completely naked and him having even his jacket still on is startling.
“You look like an angel,” he says and reaches a hand to touch my shoulder. “That’s what I thought when I saw you earlier, all dressed in white, but now, now youarean angel.” He kisses my nape, then steps back quickly and goes to the wall next to the shower door. It has a kind of tablet on it and after a few quick taps, the rain shower and the jets all turn on at the same time. “Get in, baby.”
The words send shivers all over my body, and I feel every muscle in my body relax as I follow his order.
SEVEN
Harrison
I takemy clothes off in a hurry, not like I took Tristan’s off, I wanted to relish every inch of skin I uncovered with him, and now I’m well past ready to savor them.
I open the already fogged-up glass door of the shower and step in. There’s plenty of room for both of us, but that doesn’t stop me from pressing myself to Tris.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Freckles all over his body, nice, toned muscles but some softness left in his belly and back, and his ass…unghh. It’s full and each cheek more than a firm handful. I can’t believe my fucking luck. Not only that the man who decided to help me with this board bullshit is gorgeous, but he’s on board with hooking up while we’re fake boyfriends and he’s submissive on top of it? This is like Christmas came early, and my birthday. He’s all my fantasies rolled into one, and he’s inmyshower, waiting formycommands.
“What about spanking?” I can’t help but ask. He turns around and I get a glimpse at his smirk before I let my gaze go where it wants. To his perfect dick. Hard and sticking up, it looks red and desperate, and when I see a drop of precome be dragged away by the water, I lick my lips in anticipation, completely entranced by the vision in front of me. I don’t even know if I was speaking. Did I ask something?
I shake my head because it doesn’t matter, I have a plan of how I want this to go. How I need it to go to make sure Tristan wants to come back to my bed over and over again.
The attraction I felt the second my eyes landed on him gives me a good idea of how incredible fucking him will be, but there are never any guarantees when it comes to sexual compatibility, I should know.
I get two pumps of my body soap and rub my hands to make suds appear, then I start washing him. From his neck to his shoulders, down his arms, his armpits, his chest, and abdomen. Then I kneel on the hard floor and love the little whine he doesn’t bother to hide when I bypass his dick and start washing his legs. When I’m done, I give a quick, teasing suck to his tip. “Turn around, Tris.” He does immediately.Fuck, I’ve been with submissive men before, but the pleasure I can see in Tristan’s eyes when he follows my commands is new. It’s intoxicating.
I repeat the process in reverse, then quickly wash myself. Once I’m rinsed off, I press myself to his back again, my dick hard as a rock and cursing me for taking so damn long to get inside him. With my mouth right next to his ear and my hands wandering all over his body as he keeps breathing hard, I murmur, “Hands on the bench, baby.” Again, he does what I tell him to immediately and the position makes his ass stick out high in the air, exactly as I’d pictured.
I spread his cheeks and moan at the sight, I can’t help it. With a bit more soap spread on my palms, I kneel behind him and circle his pucker softly. He takes a sharp intake of breath, and my free hand squeezes his left cheek hard. That’s when I remember what I asked before, “You never answered my question about spanking.”
“So—some spanking is okay,” he replies with a breathy moan.
“That’s good to know,” I murmur, another thing I probably won’t do today, but it’ll keep him on his toes, I like him like that. I let my mind wander to the image of him on all fours, ass red and me plowing into him for a few seconds, then I let the tip of my finger slide into him, slowly, oh so slowly because I fucking forgot to bring in the lube, but I’ll stretch him out a bit here.
