Marie Harte: Raising the Bar

Dylan gasped, stunned and so turned on by Harper’s force he couldn’t breathe. He kissed Harper back, angling for dominance, and found to his shock he couldn’t manage it. Instead, Harper led. The bigger man threaded his hands through Dylan’s hair to hold him steady while he worked Dylan with his mouth.

“Fuck. You taste so good. I need you, right now. Gotta have you,” Harper muttered as he sucked at Dylan’s neck.

Dylan arched his head, baring more of his throat.

“That jacket is hot. Everything about you turns me on,” Harper admitted. He pulled back to stare into Dylan’s face. “You’re single, I’m single. I’m safe, and just talking to you tells me you’re not the type to take risks.”

“I’m with you, aren’t I?” Dylan breathed. It annoyed him to think he wasn’t a risk taker, and more, that Harper knew that much about him after such a short time together. The man seemed to have the ability to read him much too easily.

“Are you?” Harper ground his hips against Dylan’s, and Dylan moaned at the hardness rubbing against his own.

“Fuck.”

“Oh yeah. You have no idea what I want to do to you right now.”

“I think I might.” Dylan had to look up to meet Harper’s gaze. “So now what?”

“Now I call the shots. I make you come.”

Dylan’s pulse skyrocketed, from racing to nearly exploding. “How?”

“My mouth, my hands.” Harper slowly slid Dylan’s jacket off and tossed it to a nearby chair. He unbuttoned Dylan’s shirt, keeping his gaze locked on Dylan’s. “You take it or give it? Because I want inside that fine ass.”

Dylan blinked. “Um, I, well—” Then Harper kissed him again, and he lost his ability to concentrate. Before he knew it, he stood before a fully dressed Harper in nothing but his boxer briefs.

“Holy shit. You are cut.” Harper trailed his hands over Dylan’s chest and abs. He teased at the band of Dylan’s briefs, and Dylan could feel his underwear sticking to him where his slit was wet. Harper kept his gaze on Dylan’s face while he grazed the tip of Dylan’s cock.

Dylan hissed. “Why are you still dressed?”

“Uh-uh, Doc. This is my play.” Harper looked down and smiled. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you?”

Dylan groaned when Harper put his hand over him. With a gentle squeeze, he brought Dylan to his toes.

“Push ’em down. Let me see that pretty cock,” Harper whispered.

Dylan inched his briefs down and angled himself so that his underwear locked his thick shaft in place and showcased his pearling cockhead.

“I want a taste.”

“Oh fuck.” Dylan was panting, so turned on he couldn’t think. He grabbed Harper by the shirt and dragged him closer, mashing their mouths together as Harper’s fingers teased Dylan’s slit.

The angry fusing of mouths didn’t last. “Naughty boy.” Harper stood back. “Ever played with toys, Dylan?”

Dylan nodded.

“What do you like?”

Dylan would have argued that they could talk later, but Harper’s fingers went to his shirt buttons, finally. He started to take off his shirt, and bit by bit his magnificent chest was exposed. “A dildo. Clamps. A cock ring. Nothing too adventurous.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Harper lost his shirt. Then he toed off his shoes and removed his socks. He unbuttoned his jeans but didn’t take them off, and Dylan stared at his incredible build with admiration.

“You’re pretty cut yourself.” He dragged Harper close, and instead of kissing the man, put his lips around Harper’s nipple.

“Oh shit, that’s good,” Harper groaned. Sensitive nipples. Dylan made note.

He continued to touch and stroke, learning what Harper liked as the big man let Dylan have his way. But each time Dylan drew closer to Harper’s fly, Harper stopped him.

“That’s off limits.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, oh.” Harper’s gaze turned mean, and Dylan was shocked to find himself playing the role Harper had seemingly given him with little fuss. “You need a lot of discipline. I can tell.”

“I’ve never played the submissive. Ever.”

“First time for everything, I’d think.” Harper licked his lips. “But I’m not into the lifestyle or anything. I just like to play.”

“You’re good at this game,” Dylan admitted on a groan when Harper tugged at Dylan’s briefs.

“I’m going to take a taste. I’m clean. You?”

“Yes. But I always use protection.”

“Even for blow jobs?”

Dylan opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. Then Harper was on his knees, and Dylan’s briefs were tugged down another inch.

Harper shook as he knelt, worshipping at Dylan’s feet. Good Christ, but the man was built like an Adonis. Handsome of face and form. Harper usually waited until he knew his partners well before engaging in anything questionable, but he had to taste Dylan. Now.

Just seeing that pearly white slit and that flushed cockhead exposed over the band of Dylan’s shorts set him off. The man was finer than fine. It just figured his cock would be amazing as well.

Harper lowered Dylan’s underwear, not exposing him all the way, but little by little, to prolong the pleasure. Dylan groaned and shifted, clearly needing attention. Even though Harper had been expecting a nice-sized cock for a man Dylan’s size, he was surprised at the man’s girth.

Harper didn’t wait any longer. He licked at Dylan’s slit and felt hands on his shoulders, gripping him tight. He licked again, then sucked the man’s cock between his lips.

“Yes, God yes.” Dylan moaned his name and arched his hips off the wall, pushing deeper into Harper’s mouth.

Salty, clean. Dylan smelled like sex—a compliment in Harper’s mind. The man wore designer clothing and used a soap that might as well have been an aphrodisiac. A hint of sandalwood and spice. Addicting. Harper dragged Dylan’s underwear down his legs and off, then pulled back to fully see his new lover.

A long, thick cock, a nest of trimmed dark hair, and a heavy sac. He cupped Dylan’s balls and wanted to purr with satisfaction when Dylan spread his legs wider and palmed Harper’s head.

“I want to fuck you so bad. Eat me. Suck me down. I need you. Please,” Dylan rasped, yet he didn’t push Harper to do anything. He’d said please, and he waited, trembling.

Harper had broken the man of his need to control, and for that Dylan had earned a reward. “That’s it. You need me, yes.” Harper kissed him, then sucked his balls.

“Harper. Yes. That’s it. Oh Christ. Anything you want, it’s yours. Please. ”

Harper fondled Dylan’s sac and pulled his cock down. Then he took Dylan to the back of his throat in one swallow.

Dylan swore and gripped Harper by the hair.

Harper used his tongue, flicking underneath Derrick’s crown, and tasted a burst of salty fluid.

“Gonna come so hard,” Dylan moaned.

Harper bobbed over him a few times before Dylan lost it. He shouted and came, flowing down Harper’s throat like honey. Harper continued to cup and caress him, stroking his thighs and balls, running his hands back around Dylan’s tight ass. And he kept swallowing, sucking that thick, still half-hard rod as Dylan finally finished his release.

After Harper slowly withdrew, Dylan leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

Standing, hard as a pike and hungry for more, Harper looked his lover over, gratified to find the drugged pleasure there in Dylan’s cloudy green eyes.

“You are incredible,” Dylan said hoarsely. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Anything I want, I think you said.”

Dylan straightened. “I said that?” He stared at Harper, his gaze drawing down Harper’s body to his jeans. “You need to get naked first.”