Page 56 of Double Dared
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Harrison moaned. “Make me feel good.”
It felt like the opposite of a kink, yet it did things to me that I could only imagine happening in some very interesting sex dens. That praise, so honest and raw and unbothered, could turn me on like this was a whole new discovery.
Harrison rose to the tips of his toes, nudging my head closer for a bit, then swaying his hips back and forth, sliding into my open mouth and pulling out of it like I was his sex toy. But a toy he cherished.
Then I felt it, the pulsing sensation in my mouth, the throbbing that threatened to cut the fun short. Harrison pulled away from me, breathing deeply, and looked into my eyes, his expression pained andsurprised until it all broke into a big smile. “You’re such a sexy boy,” he said. “So pretty.”
His words invited me more than anything. I planted my hands before my knees and crawled a few inches toward him, looking at him puppy-faced and eager to please him. “What do you want to do to me, Harrison?” I asked, my voice drowned by the beating of my own heart.
Harrison came down to one knee and pinched my spit-wet chin. He lifted my head to face him, then leaned deeper down and licked my chin gently until he reached my mouth, then kissed me deeply. “Fuck,” he whispered against my lips. “You smell like my dick, Taylor.”
“I like it,” I said, suppressing a stupid bolt of shame that wanted to sear right through me.
“I like it, too,” he purred, validating me like nothing and no one ever could. “Get on the bed, on your back,” he said, rising and helping me rise.
I sat on the edge of the bed as the fire crackled merrily in the fireplace, giving off more heat than either of us needed.
Slowly, I lay on my back, my dick rising like a spear, so stiff it wouldn’t rest on my abdomen even for a second. Precum slicked the tip generously, but Harrison only looked at it, not touching me at all.
Finally, when I was in the middle of the bed, Harrison put his hands around my ankles and lifted my legs up.
I bent my knees and let him fold me until my kneeswere planted firmly against my shoulders, my ass wide open for him.
I held my breath, fearful of his size, but then I realized that he had no intentions to fuck me just yet. He leaned down, his knees spread wide, and put his hands under my knees, gripping my thighs hard as he locked his gaze on mine.
His tongue touched me first, wet warmth shooting through me as the softness and pressure clashed against my conscious mind. His tongue, hard and soft at once, dragged over my hole as Harrison exhaled, breath hot and spilling everywhere over my bare, sensitive skin.
I gave a strangled moan, loud and labored, as the pressure grew incrementally on my hole. He licked me steadily, dragging his tongue up and moving his lips down my body, kissing me in turns, then pushing his tongue harder against me. It felt, for one dangerous moment, like he could enter me, fuck me with his tongue alone, before he kissed me wetly again.
“Such a perfect ass,” Harrison whispered, his voice making me vibrate.
I glanced down, my dick so hard it seemed to grow darker, precum dripping down on my stomach, balls hanging up my groin under this angle, and Harrison’s face only half-visible above my taint, his mustache leaving a stinging trail where it touched me, making me want to grab his head and pull him in, deeper, harder, faster.
He slipped a finger next to his tongue, letting go ofmy left leg. I wrapped my left arm under it to hold my ass up for him, and Harrison gently pressed his tongue and finger against me, testing me, watching me for a reaction.
I didn’t know what I looked like. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was aware of sweat breaking over me and a moan rising from my tight, strangled throat, but beyond that, my mind had little to do. My body had taken over everything.
Harrison pulled his head back an inch or two, then looked into my eyes. “Are you ready for one finger, baby?”
I nodded. “Yeah.” The word was a whisper, barely that. Then I worked up the strength to say, “Please. God.”
My eyebrows rose high up my brow, and my eyes bulged as I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood—or imagine it, at least. Harrison’s finger pressed hard, but he moved it slowly, breaking into me so easily that it caught me unprepared.
My hole clenched tightly around his finger, and he nodded, whispering, “That’s it. Good boy. Just relax. Breathe.”
I exhaled, and it came out as a groan, dragging slowly out of me. Relaxing a little, I waited for him to move, but he didn’t. He just watched me and nodded. “Ready?”
“Yeah. Fuck, give it to me,” I said, voice choked.
Harrison pushed his finger deeper into me, entering me properly and lifting a corner of his mouth inapproval. “Such a warm hole. So beautiful.” His finger went in easily now, but when he pulled it back, I tensed again, stopping him. Odd how that was the strange sensation now. But it wasn’t strange for long. Harrison pushed into me again, making me want to squirm and shake, tingles running up and down my body at every little sensation.
He fingered me firmly now, deliberately, moving in and out of me with growing ease, spitting once or twice on my hole and impaling me a little deeper.
“How’s this?” he asked, finger moving into me at a different angle, reaching somewhere that made me cry out with pleasure. “Good, huh?”
“Fuck,” I grunted, surprised by the sound I’d just made. “That feels so good.”
The pressure was sudden, somewhere deep inside me, and I couldn’t tell where it really was. I only knew that it made my toes curl, made my chest drop when I exhaled, and made my stomach feel hollow and full of butterflies.
