Page 13 of The Harvest Homecoming

“Holy hell, that was amazing,” I panted when we broke apart to breathe. He had me pinned to the floor, his tiny rump resting on my stiff and still wantonly bare cock. “I’ve never kissed a man who made me feel the things that I do when I kiss you.”

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes black with passion, his lips puffy from kissing. I could only lie there and admire the beauty of the man. And praise all the saints that he was here with me this night.

“I brought treats,” he said, his voice a smoky, throaty thing that made my balls draw up. “Tea and condoms. Does courting involve fucking?” He rocked back and forth on my dick. My brain short-circuited. “Or are we to remain virtuous until the wedding night?”

“Sorry, I lost all ability to think when you moved…yes, just like that. Damn.” I slid my hands to his hips to still his gyrations before I came all over myself like a green boy. “Whatever you wish, Rani. We move at your speed, at your direction.”

He tapped his chin and looked down at me. “Get on the bed. Arse in the air.”

I couldn’t get off the floor and onto the mattress fast enough.

Chapter Nine

Face buried in my pillow, I waited, eagerly, arse in the air like a female cat in heat.

Elevator butt for the win.

Rani took his old sweet time undressing behind me, pausing to run a finger across one pale buttock then the other, teasing my hole with a fast pass of a finger pad and stepping away when I would moan. The man was an expert at edging me past the point of coherent thought. I was glad to see he had maintained that skill set.

“You look so good like that,” he purred as one side of the bed sank low. “The prince of the realm hoisting his bum sky high for the commoner to bugger.”

“Okay, the old-time talk is getting me really randy,” I moaned to the side, my cock leaking onto the expensive duvet. Housekeeping would be pissed come morning. “Tell me what a blackguard I am and how you plan to screw me into a new understanding of the planes of existence.”

“Dolt.” He chuckled as he knee-walked his way closer and closer. The first part of him that I felt touch me was his cock, hard and hot and slick with lube, it slid under my dangling balls. I groaned softly, pressing my face into the pillow to quiet the noises that would only get louder. I was a very vocal bottom. “You, Sir, are a rake and a heartbreaker.”

“Was,” I coughed out when he placed his thumb on the rim of my entrance, pushing ever so gently.

“Time will tell,” he replied, easing his slippery digit into me. “Until you prove yourself a worthy love, you’ll be treated like the scalawag that you were.”

“Oh fuck, now we’re pirates!” He choked back a laugh and gave my left cheek a sound swat. My cock kicked. “Damn, don’t do that again until you’re in me or I’ll come too soon.”

With a sigh of pleasure, he bent down over me, his thumb working its way deeper into me, and peppered my back with light kisses. I moved round and round, back and forth, in figure eights. My body was unable to decide which or what or why. All it knew was that it needed Rani to stop teasing and get to the buggering.

“I love your arse,” he whispered into the nape of my neck. “That little birthmark on your right cheek, the way you tighten around my prick, the stretch and heat of sinking into you. No one takes me like you do, Harold.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “More cock and less praise, please and thank you.”

He grunted low and deep, easing his thumb out to replace it with two fingers. “Nope, that is not cock, that is fingers.”

“You never did have any patience,” he whispered as he hooked his fingers to prod my prostate. I shouted into the pillow as he worked me into a froth before he replaced his fingers with his sweet, stiff dick. Inch by inch, easing in slowly, pushing through the initial resistance until he was seated inside me like a hand in a glove. Eyes watering since it had been a few months, I gave his cock a squeeze. It felt so good, so right, to have him back in me that I closed my eyes to savor every sensation.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted, rolling his hips to make stars explode behind my lids. “It’s been…a long time for me.”

“Give me what you know I want,” I ground out, my back bowed to get my arse even higher for him. With a pat of my buttock, right over that birthmark, he began to rock in and out. Timidly at first. “Do you not know me?”

“Oh, I know you, Harold.” He pulled out and slammed back in, his grip on my hips the only thing keeping my backside in the air. The thrust winded me. I fucking loved it. “Are you okay? Is it too much? I can stop at any—”

“If you stop, I will be highly disgruntled, bordering on peeved,” I gritted out. “More, faster, deeper…”

Rani began moving like a piston in a race car engine. Hips slapping my arse loudly, he pounded away, holding me up as he drove me over the edge in record time. Without a hand on my cock, I blew apart. White-hot release blacking out my thoughts as he drove deep, paused, and filled the condom. Each pulse of his cock inside me made more spunk fly over the bedding. I began to melt. Even with him holding onto me, my knees splayed outward. We sank into the mattress, my belly resting on the wet spot. I gave zero fucks. Rani stayed buried to the hilt as we eased downward until his cock slipped free. A moan at the loss slipped out of me.

He fell to my side, his hand lingering on my buttock, which he massaged languidly as we slowly came back to earth.

“You wrecked me. My poor hole will never be the same,” I said into the pillow.

“I warned you that your backside would be sore,” he replied, kneading my pale cheek like it was bread dough.

“That you did.” I eased myself onto my side so I could look at him. Such a gorgeous man. Damp curls, cheeks moist with his exertion, chest rising and falling, cock lying soft on a bed of black curls. Mm, I wanted to lick him all over. “Will you stay here for the night?”