Page 43 of Double Dared
Harrison’s hands moved to my ass, cupping my cheeks firmly and pulling me closer as I fucked his mouth and throat, my cock slick with his saliva and my abdomen warm with Harrison’s hurried breaths.
When he pulled back, grunting and wiping his mouth, the heat had already made his face look flushed and his eyes glassy. “No second thoughts,” he said, his voice raw. It was both a question and a pure observation meant to encourage me.
“Take off your boxers,” I said, a smile touching one side of my lips. I stepped away from the bookcase and circled around Harrison slowly, almost sharklike, as he turned his head around to follow me.
I stood a couple of feet behind him while he still knelt, torso leaning more to the shelf than away from it, small of his back curved inward, ass perched on his heels, and his toes planted onto the soft carpet covering the floor.
“I want to see you naked again,” I said.
Harrison moved his hands to his ass, hooked thethumbs inside the waistband, and pulled it slowly down.
His boxer briefs dragged over the curve of his ass, revealing smooth skin and the space between his cheeks until he rose a little and pulled his underwear to his knees. They stretched wide, his legs spread so I could see his balls hanging between his thighs.
Harrison rose just enough to slip his underwear over his knees and all the way back to his ankles while tension coiled in my chest. It had nothing to do with fear of going further with him. It had everything to do with my wanting to be good to him.
“How’s this?” he asked as he threw his underwear aside and planted his fists before him in the carpet, spreading his knees a little more there in front of me.
“Fucking beautiful,” I whispered, in awe as much because he really was that sexy as I was by the fact that he asked me such a question with the total confidence of someone who wanted to seduce me.
And I was seduced.
“You know where the stuff is,” he said. “I won’t move.”
My heart skipped a beat, then immediately hurried to catch up. I could hear my erratic pulse flooding my ears as I walked a few steps back into his bedroom, opened his closet, pulled out the top drawer, and picked up his lube and condoms before returning to the living room, where he knelt on the floor, ready for me, waiting.
I stood inches away from him, watchingthe way he curved his back, the way the hair on his neck was cut so neatly, the way his shoulders were sculpted, and how his back widened and narrowed with every breath.
“Harrison,” I said, lowering myself to my knees behind him. I dropped the stuff next to us and placed my hands on his hips, pulling him gently against me until my dick slid between his cheeks and our bodies pressed together, his ass grinding against my balls as my dick passed upward, trapped between his ass and my abdomen.
“Yeah?” he whispered. It wasn’t meant to be so seductive, yet it made me want him all the same.
“I…” My voice faltered. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I said. “You have to…tell me.”
Harrison moved his hips a little, rubbing himself against me in what was surprisingly reassuring. “You won’t hurt me, Taylor,” he said.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my breath shallow and heart beating like a steam locomotive in my chest.
“I’ll make sure you know how I feel,” Harrison said. He rose slowly so that we knelt right against one another, his upper back leaning against my chest, his head moving to rest between my shoulder and head. He lifted the lube off the floor as I wrapped my arms around his torso, hands gliding over his abs.
Harrison spilled some lube over his fingers, then took my right hand and made my fingers slick. “Go on,” he said softly to the smooth, romantic melody of “Us and Them” swirling around us. “Try it.”
My hand moved between us while I tightened my right arm around his chest and shoulders. The warmth of his hole against my index finger wasn’t a surprise. Somehow, I knew he would feel like this as I gently pressed my finger against him. I could feel the change in tension, first rising, then fading, as my finger slipped into his body.
I could feel his chest rise against my left arm as he inhaled, held his breath, and exhaled slowly, my finger now well inside him.
He was slick already, his body running hot. His muscles were tense where I touched him, but his hole was relaxed and ready for me, welcoming me as I pushed my finger deeper into him and turned my wrist a little.
“How’s that?” I asked, my lips so near his ear.
“Perfect,” he said, voice taut with tension, straining. “Fuck, it’s perfect.”
I worked him slowly, carefully, with one finger, as he held on to my forearm with both hands, his shoulder blades pressed tightly against my chest, his ass pushing back against my hand, and his stomach thrust out as he curved his lower back inward.
Harrison moaned, his voice pitched higher than ever before that I’d heard, and it did something to me that I hadn’t expected. Yes, it made me eager to pleasure him like nobody before, but it made me want to protect him, too. To protect him from pain, from sadness, from betrayals, from disappointments.
His fingers tightened around my forearm. “I want more of you,” he said. “I want to feel you.”
I knew what he wanted. I knew, and I didn’t hesitate. My middle finger pressed against his hole as I pulled the first one out a little, then let both of them sink into Harrison’s body, stretching him and making his muscles tighten with tension.
