Page 19 of Sin Deep
He met that heat with his own, turning off his mind and all the alarm bells sounding in it. He didn’t want to listen, he wanted Harley. He spun them, and it wasn’t three steps to his bed, where he backed the boy against a tall bedpost.
Harley groaned, one hand landing on his hip and dragging him in closer. Winter felt the heavy erection, hot against his thigh.
Winter grunted and gripped one tight ass cheek with his fingers, rocking with Harley so they could really feel each other. “Do you want this, Harley? Do you want me?” He felt breathless and his voice was deep.
“God yes. I’m hungry for you.” Harley cupped his cock through his jeans, thumb stroking him, base to tip.
The touch was unexpected, and the rush of sensation and need interrupted him, made him moan and lean into Harley’s hand. He worked open the buttons of Harley’s shirt with trembling fingers and kissed the bare skin under the boy’s collarbone.
Harley sucked in a quick breath, and he smiled. So responsive. So eager.
Once the shirt was free, he pushed it down and off, tugging it free of Harley’s wrists. He leaned back a bit to take in the patchwork tan—the darker arms and neck and paler torso of a man that had spent a lot of time working outdoors. Haley’s skin was smooth, and Winter ran his fingers from shoulders to waist, feeling the muscle ripple at his touch. “So lovely.”
“Thank you. I want to see you too.” Harley reached for his shirt. “Please?”
“Of course.” He dropped his arms to his sides and let Harley do as he pleased, though just the thought brought his nipples to stiff nubs. They rubbed against the heavy cotton of his dress shirt, making him shiver.
Harley worked his buttons open with nimble fingers, stroking and petting every inch of skin he bared.
His chest was fuzzy, where Harley’s was smooth, though the hair was light in color. He didn’t have Harley’s stunning abs either, but he was fit; he cared about his shape and spent some time in a local gym with a trainer. He had no one else to spend his money on but himself, after all.
He was paler than Harley too, and felt himself flush at the gentle attention.
“Mmm…pretty.” Harley eased his shirt off, slowly working those callused hands down his arms.
He shrugged. “Not as pretty as you.” Winter kept his eyes on Harley, focused on the heat between them and nothing else. “I was worried bringing you into my bedroom would be too tempting. But it’s not the bedroom at all. It’s you that’s too tempting.”
“We’re both adults, and I want to make us both feel good.”
“That’s what I want too.” Once Harley got his shirt off he went right for the boy’s belt, opening it easily.
The jeans were looser than he would have expected, and the weight of the belt dragged them down to mid-thigh. Oh, that was pretty—tiny hips, muscled thighs, and a line of glory leading to what promised to be a lovely cock.
He focused on that little line, tracing it from Harley’s navel to the edge of his briefs. He pulled the elastic toward him and dipped his fingers below it, watching Harley’s gorgeous eyes as he caught that hot cock in his fingers.
Harley’s eyes widened, then went heavy-lidded, sultry. Winter did love a responsive boy.
“Why don’t you remove the rest of your clothing,petit?”
“Yeah, the boots are a thing, right?” Harley sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his cowboy boots, setting them carefully aside.
“They are, and jeans. I’m a fan of that belt too.” He watched Harley put everything down neatly, much more patiently than most men the boy’s age who usually just tossed clothing aside.
“Yeah, thanks. It’s my good one. My work belt is way thicker, sturdy.”
“Thick and sturdy, hm?” He slid his fingers along Harley’s cock again, through the briefs, then pushed them over Harley’s hips, setting the heavy erection free. “Tell me what you like, Harley. I’m open to anything. Do you prefer hands or mouths? Do you want my cock inside you? Do you want to take this slowly? Or maybe you don’t want to answer questions and leave it to me.”
His questions were barely above a whisper, meant more to tease than to start some kind of discussion. That they could have later, as pillow talk in the half-light. He opened his own belt, then kicked off his shoes.
“I—I bet you’d like me on my knees, blowing you and looking up at you.” Harley bit his bottom lip, the first sign that he wasn’t perfectly confident. “I want your cock, but it’s been a while. I haven’t done that much.”
His cock filled and his balls grew heavy at Harley’s offer. “We’ll…save that then,” he said, voice thick and low. “I believe you’re right about…looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes.” He reached for the bedpost to steady himself. Perhaps Harley would believe it was so he could remove his pants, instead of compensating for a sudden weakness in the knees.
“I’m all over that. I like to suck.” Oh, thank god. That was a delicious bonus.
“I admire your enthusiasm. I’m admiring a great deal about you just now. I’m going to make you feel so good, Harley.” He finished undressing, stepping out of his jeans and boxers and folding them as Harley had. “I’m rather fond of fellatio myself.” He wasn’t quite that pretentious, but the word amused him.
“I would worry about you if you were anti-blow job.” Harley slid down to his knees, lips brushing the tip of Winter’s cock, teasing the hell out of him.
