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“Tour later.” I pulled his T-shirt free from his pants and pushed it up until he shrugged it off, sending it fluttering to the floor.
“Yeah.” Starting at my throat, he undid my shirt buttons, mouth following his nimble fingers, kissing each bit of skin he exposed. I’d worn a nice shirt because I was a vain peacock and had wanted to look good for my apology, but right then, I felt like a genius for picking a shirt with buttons. His breath was warm on my skin. “Talk later. Tour later. Good plan, boss.”
He kept right on undressing me, my shirt joining his on the floor as he reached for my belt. Sinking to his knees, he undid my belt and fly and shoved my pants and boxer briefs down. I helpfully kicked my shoes off. I expected him to stand back up, but instead, he rubbed his face against my thigh, beard brushing my cock and making me lose what was left of my oxygen.
“Oh.” Large-and-in-charge muscled SEAL on his knees, looking at me expectantly like I might seriously turn this treat down. “You might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Clearly, you need a mirror.” Harley chuckled, breath ruffling the hair on my thigh. He palmed my ass, big hands squeezing and kneading and making my cock leak even before he touched it.
“And you need help with your cheesy lines.”
“You’re the writer. You can help me…” He drew the pause out, tracing the length of my shaft with his tongue. “Later.”
“Glad…too…fuck.” I was rapidly losing the ability to make sense as he kissed and licked all along my cock. The novelty of him blowing me was enough on its own to have me on edge. The man was so damn good with his hands, a freaking magician capable of sending me to unprecedented heights, but his mouth was hot and willing, and even his clear inexperience was a massive turn-on, knowing he wanted to try this for me.
“Feel free to give me pointers.” He lapped at the tip of my cock, teasing out more precome.
“None…needed.” I gasped, trying not to rock my hips, letting him set the pace. And it was worth it, all the delicious torture of little licks and kisses before he took my cockhead in his mouth, shallow bobs that gradually went deeper. Then he leveled up, using his tongue on the upstroke, making me lose my damn mind. “That. Again.”
“Mmm.” Humming softly, he took the direction perfectly. He swallowed harder around my cock, sucking every last bit of my sense out. My ass clenched and my thighs burned with the need to move. Hell, I was so close that I might not even need to thrust.
“Oh damn. This is gonna be embarrassingly quick.” My voice came out in little pants.
“I love that hair-trigger of yours.” He pulled back to resume lightly teasing again, licks and flicks and loose strokes.
“You just like torturing me.” My tone was way more plea than complaint.
“I do.” He paused the licking to lightly bite my inner thigh. When he resumed sucking, I pushed at his shoulder.
“Get up here, so I can touch you too.” I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold off and didn’t want to come in his mouth without warning his first time out of the gate. Grinning, I offered him a hand up.
“So bossy.” He didn’t sound put out in the least, rising eagerly and shoving me against the wall. I pulled him in for another blistering kiss, the faint taste of myself on his lips only serving to amp me up further.
“Fuck.” He pushed me higher against the wall, making kissing easier, but making it so I had to hook a leg around him to keep my balance. “I’ve always wanted to try something…”
“Anything.” Bed. Couch. Right here against the wall. I wasn’t picky.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he urged, lifting me up farther until he was holding me.
“Umm…” I made a nervous noise.
“I’ve got you, promise.” Leaning in, he kissed me until I forgot all about my precarious position and clung to him, fully trusting him not to drop me. “Now get my dick out. Jack us together.”
Following directions, I made short work of Harley’s fly, then gasped when I had us both lined up. My grip was barely adequate to stroke us pressed together, but his thick shaft provided exquisite friction for mine. I gazed down at our cocks with wonder. “We’re so perfect together.”
“We really are.” His tender kiss said he meant more than simply our dicks or even our bodies. We were perfect in every way, our differences aligning like block pieces, shoring each other up, making us stronger together. I hungrily kissed him back as I stroked us together, getting fancy with some thumb action and a twist at the top. He let out a broken groan. “Fuck, baby, keep that up.”
