Marie Harte: Raising the Bar

“Take them off me.”

Dylan took his time. “You’re bossy, you know that?”

“I… Oh yeah.” He blew out a breath when Dylan unbuttoned his fly, giving him some relief from the pressure. He was so hard.

Dylan pulled him out, pushing his underwear and jeans down to his thighs. “You’re a big boy yourself.” He held Harper in hand and sucked on his nipples.

Harper rocked into his touch and wrapped an arm around Dylan’s back, keeping him close. “Yeah, that’s good. Your mouth is so warm.”

Dylan continued to suck, alternating between Harper’s nipples. Then he slowly kissed his way down Harper’s body, until he knelt between Harper’s legs. With his jeans trapping his legs, Harper couldn’t spread his feet any wider. But then Dylan was running that amazing mouth across his pelvis and lower, all over his shaft. Those soft yet firm lips dragged the length of his cock.

“You’re so big,” Dylan murmured. “I like a fat cock. But yours is long too. Wonder if it’ll fit in my mouth?”

Harper groaned. “Tease.”

Dylan chuckled. He cupped Harper’s balls and nibbled at Harper’s tip. “You want my mouth, sexy?”

“More,” Harper breathed and pushed himself between Dylan’s lips. He’d never seen anything better than his cock in that man’s beautiful mouth. “Let me fuck you. Hold still.” He held Dylan’s head and shallowly thrust between his lips, making sure not to move too deep. He had no idea how far he could push Dylan, and Harper didn’t want to end this yet. Not now, tonight, or for a while to come.

He continued to thrust in and out, but when he neared his end, he withdrew. “I want you on the bed. On your hands and knees. Spread for me,” he growled between breaths.

Dylan stared up at him, his lips slick, his cheeks flushed. “I don’t know…”

“No, you don’t. But I’ll make it so good for you. Want to come again, Doc?”

Dylan opened his mouth and closed it. He seemed undecided, but a glance at Dylan’s erection told Harper the man could find satisfaction again if he let himself.

“I’ll be gentle. But it’ll sting.” Harper wouldn’t lie. Not that he had to. Dylan could see his size.

“Fuck. Okay, but you’d better lube up. No lube, no way in hell.”

Harper chuckled and took off the rest of his clothes. “I’ve got condoms and lube in the drawer.” He left to fetch them while Dylan moved to the bed and waited on his hands and knees, his ass so tight and bitable.

After putting on a condom, Harper slathered himself with lube, then moved to put some in Dylan. But that ass beckoned. He moved closer and kissed the small of Dylan’s back.

Dylan tensed. “What are you doing?”

“What I’ve been dreaming about since I saw you this morning.”

Dylan groaned, but Harper didn’t stop. He continued to kiss his way over Dylan’s cheeks and licked at his tight hole. Dylan blew out a breath as Harper licked and then shoved his tongue inside Dylan’s ass.

“Oh fuck. That’s good.”

Harper pulled back to see tight balls, and he reached under with his free hand and gripped Dylan’s thick cock. “You’ve got stamina. I like that.”

“Get inside me already,” Dylan ordered. “Or I’ll come without you.”

“Tsk, tsk.” Harper let him go, then slowly, gently, lubricated Dylan’s tight ass. “Oh yeah. You’ve been a long time without someone in here.” He paused. “You sure about this?” Why he’d even ask again, when he wanted inside Dylan like nothing else, he didn’t know. But it meant everything that Dylan not have regrets about tonight.

“Don’t make me beg.” Dylan’s growl settled the matter, and with a hoarse chuckle, Harper joined him on the bed.

He nudged Dylan’s knees farther apart, then put himself at Dylan’s hole. “I wish you could see this. Watching as I disappear inside your ass.” Harper slowly inched inside. “Push out. Tell me when it hurts.”

“You’re so big. Oh yeah. It stings. Give me more,” Dylan whispered. “Fuck, more .”

Harper didn’t want to hurt him, but he couldn’t stop himself from surging deeper. Dylan fit him like a glove, like a hot, silken sheath that would soon milk him of every drop of seed he possessed.

“Yes. That’s it. So fucking good.” Harper moaned and slid deeper still, until he couldn’t move any more. He sat like that a moment, trembling from the effort not to fuck Dylan until he came.

“You’re huge. I feel you in my throat,” Dylan moaned. “Move. Give it all to me.”

“You’re…okay?” He held Dylan’s waist, his hands clasped over the muscled flesh. A thought flashed out of nowhere, and he wondered what Freddy would think if she could see them like this. Would she be freaked? Or would she find it as arousing as he did?

“I will be. Fuck me already,” Dylan moaned.

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m in control here, Doc.” Harper slowly pulled back before pushing forward again. He rocked leisurely, gently inside Dylan, fully aware that they were joined more than physically. “You feel perfect. So damn good.” The image of himself coming inside Dylan, without a condom, made him push harder.

“Yeah. That’s— oh, yeah. ” Dylan backed against him when Harper changed his angle.

Now knowing where to touch his doc, he fucked harder, aware Dylan was jerking himself off as Harper took him.

“Oh shit. I’m going to come again. Come with me, Harper. Yes, oh yes.” Dylan groaned as he clenched tight around Harper.

Unable to stop himself, Harper rammed harder and faster until his climax obliterated everything. He continued to pump, unloading into the condom as he came, whispering praise to his sexy lover. Finally the two of them stopped moving, the sounds of their heavy breathing and grunting all that could be heard.

“I made a mess,” Dylan confessed. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard. Well, except for before, in your mouth.” He sounded like he was smiling.

Harper wanted to see him, to look into his eyes. He carefully withdrew and flopped beside him. “You okay?” he asked softly.

“Better than okay.” The smile Dylan gave him opened something in Harper he hadn’t felt in too long. And he didn’t want it to end.

“How about we clean up? There’s a big shower in there.” Harper glanced down at himself and sighed. “And I made my own mess.”

Dylan glanced down. “Wow. That’s a lot of come, Harper. Been a while for you too?”

“Uh, well, a few months at least. But this is pretty standard for me.”

“You’re blushing. Aren’t you cute.” Dylan laughed at him, but before he could dodge the attack, Harper pinned him to the bed.

“I was right. You do need discipline.” He left the bed and hauled Dylan behind him. “Okay, slave. Make our shower ready. Then after you clean me, maybe I’ll let you suck me off. To reward you.”

Dylan sputtered, and Harper grinned at his pique. “Slave?” Dylan muttered. “I’ll show you slave. I’ll have you begging me and moaning my name. See if I don’t.”

Oh boy, but he did.

As Freddy watched another vampire rerun on television, she wondered if Harper had nailed the hot guy he’d been with. Dealing with her attraction to Harper was bad enough. The guy he’d brought with him, Dylan something, had nearly fried her to a crisp.

Both men were big, but where Harper had that rough, bad-boy thing going for him, Dylan seemed more refined. Especially wearing nice clothes that made him look smart, professional and beyond sexy. The barbarian and the model—what she wouldn’t give to be the meat in that sandwich. She sighed. God, it had been so long since she’d had a relationship that excited her.