Page 83 of Sin Deep
Harley groaned and nodded. “Anything. I want your fat cock.”
He couldn’t stop his grin. “Such talk. You shall have it, soon enough.” He slipped his fingers right in, twisting and moving them to get Harley relaxed and ready for him.
Harley groaned and panted, writhing underneath him like a sylph. It was luscious. Delicious.
“I could watch you forever, petit.” But he wouldn’t. He was out of patience. He yanked his fingers away, replacing them with his hungry prick. “Oh god.” He took a breath before he moved again, he needed to find some control.
“This is better than watching.” Harley rolled up, pushing down on Winter’s cock, body like a fist.
“Harley!” he shouted. God, he never shouted. He pushed in deeper, hips grinding into his boy, helpless to hold back as he felt he should.
Harley’s head bobbed, gaze fastened on his, drinking him in. He stared back and caught his boy’s cock in his fist, working it, fingers gliding base to tip.
“Oh…” Harley’s belly rippled visibly, and Winter could feel the pressure all around his cock.
Fuck that was so pretty. He surged into Harley, letting go, giving in to what he wanted—what they wanted. All he knew was heat and need and he felt so…free.
Harley met him, over and over, teeth clenched together. “Fuck yeah.”
He pushed his boy’s knees back farther, groaning because the change in angle was just right. Just so fucking perfect. He was breathing hard and working harder. “Yes…you…so good.”
Harley was like fire around him, and he wanted to scream with it. His hips slapped lightly against Harley’s ass, the sound a sweet counterpoint to their moans.
He’d reel it in, but he was so close, and Harley was right with him; they were riding this wave together and it was beautiful. He tried to focus on Harley and work that pretty cock through his fingers just the way his boy liked it.
Harley moaned and arched, cock leaving wet kisses on his skin, but it was the way the sweet body worked him that told him how close Harley was. “Soon.”
“With you.” He ducked his head and dug deep for what Harley needed, adding strength to his thrusts and gasping at the way that tight ass responded. He stared into Harley’s dark eyes. “My boy.”
“Yours. All of me. Fuck, Winter… I’m fixin’ to shoot.”
He nodded. “Good boy. Yes.” Jesus, yes. Harley would push him right off the cliff, and he longed for it.
“Good… Fuck!” Harley’s hips snapped and his boy shot, heat spraying between them.
God, the heat and the scent would have been enough, but the way that Harley’s body tightened around him, the way his boy’s climax made all those muscles around him flutter made his eyes cross. He thrust needlessly against Harley a few times before everything uncoiled and let go; his orgasm rocked him and stole his breath, and his jaw dropped open in a silent shout.
Harley relaxed under him, panting hard, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.
Winter kissed them, while they were shiny and wet. Just a quick peck between ragged breaths. He traced the line of Harley’s jaw with more kisses as he worked to focus again, to think, to tell Harley how wonderful he was.
“Uhn.” Yes. Yes, exactly.
What he wanted now was an armful of his boy. He shifted, dropped the condom in the trash can by the bed and rolled onto his back, tugging Harley into his arms. “Petit.”
“Love.” Harley cuddled in, breathing hard for him.
“So much love,” he agreed, sounding hoarse. “So worth the wait.”
“I’m glad.” Harley kissed his jaw.
“Are you okay? Was I too…rough? I…you are irresistible to me.” He rubbed his hand over Harley’s back.
“Rough? You were great. I shot hard.” Harley was almost purring.
“Okay…if you’re sure. It’s just that you’re hurt so I worry.” He nuzzled his boy.
“Shh… I’m fine as frog hair.”
