Page 21 of Sin Deep
He started at the base, licking and kissing and tasting lightly until he reached the head, where he lapped up that slick little pool.
“So hot.” Harley’s voice was a harsh, rough moan. “Damn…”
“Yes.” Winter lapped at the head and took the end of Harley’s prick into his mouth, tongue gliding through the slit for another taste.
Harley barked out a sharp cry, thighs and belly going tight as he rolled up and curled over Winter’s head.
Dear god, nothing was more honest and real than a reaction like that. He decided not to push Harley back down, instead allowing the boy to do whatever he pleased, and let the head of that delicious cock slide farther into his mouth.
Harley groaned, fingers ghosting over his hair, as his hips rocked in tiny jerks.
“Mmm.” He did enjoy a needy lover. He stretched out flat and reached up to massage one pretty nipple as he started to move, each time taking Harley in a little deeper.
“H-harder,” Harley whispered, then squeezed Winter’s fingers tighter around that nipple.
Lovely,naughtyboy.
He pinched hard and swallowed Harley’s cock into his throat.
His boy went wild under him, shooting and filling his lips without any hesitation.
He lingered while Harley came down a little, then kissed his way back up. He gave Harley a little push, watched him tip back and land in the pillows. God, he felt so full of himself right now, like he could light a match and blast off for the moon.
“Damn…” Harley smiled at him, the grin goofy and baby-headed. “Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure, petit. I promise you that. Thank you, as well.” He took a kiss, then settled on his side, fingers roaming over Harley’s chest. He’d enjoyed Harley’s reaction to nipple play—to just one firm squeeze, honestly. They were going to be able to have so much fun.
“Do you need to get home, or can you stay for a while?”
“I can stay until you’re ready to kick me out. Tomorrow’s my day off.”
“I won’t be ‘kicking you out’. Or asking you to leave. I will make you breakfast tomorrow, and we can eat on the balcony and watch the birds. Or I can bring it to you in bed and we’ll just watch each other.”
Harley cupped his jaw, bringing him close for another kiss. “Those are amazing ideas.”
“I’m glad you think so.” He rolled onto his back and held an arm out. “Come, let me hold you.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Harley cuddled right in with a soft little groan. “What an amazing night.”
He kissed Harley’s forehead. “A stunning night, with a stunning young man.”
The young ones always went away eventually, but he was sure Harley was staying, at least for tonight.
7
Harley woke up, confused for a minute as to where he was. It didn’t take long, because the imprint of Winter was everywhere he looked—books, knickknacks, that amazing, heavy dresser-table-thing.
He sat up and stretched, then went to the bathroom to do his business before sliding back into bed beside Winter. He caught sight of himself in the mirror—and he looked…well-loved. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes messy and smudged.
It was weirdly hot.
He smiled and snuggled into Winter’s back again.
“Mmm. Good morning, petit.” Winter had only just woken up; his voice was low, husky.
“Mornin’.” He kissed the back of Winter’s neck. The soft short hairs tickled his lips, making him smile.
“What a treat, waking up to you.” Winter stretched and tucked his arm close. “Did you sleep well?”
