Page 11 of Good Pucking Luck

“Why are you doing this?” Not for the first time, his brows draw together.

“Because it’s hot as fuck? Look at my dick. I’m dying to sink into that sexy mouth of yours.”

He rolls his eyes.

“I’m serious.”

“You’re not sitting.”

“You’re enjoying this bossy thing.” I do as he says, legs spread, leather sticking to my ass. I scoot forward so my ass hangs off a bit and he can easily get to my nuts. I’m a ball man, what can I say?

Harry tries to kneel, but it’s a little off-balance with his ankles tied up.

“Damn it. I’m ruining this.” He shakes his head, cheeks pink, looking flustered.

“No, you’re not. I’m hard as stone over here. You’re doing just fine. Take off your clothes.”

“I’m supposed to be the one calling the shots tonight.”

“We can take turns,” I reply, then change tack. “Will you take off your clothes, please?”

“Are you sure you’re real?”

I bark out another laugh. Something about him makes me want to do nothing but alternate between laughing, smiling, and wanting to come. “Why don’t you come down here and suck my cock to see?”

“Oh God.” He visibly shudders, then rips off his shoes, pants, and underwear, and kneels between my legs. With a tentative hand, he grips my cock, slides it upward, then back down again. “I wish I had lube…” His gaze snaps to mine, determination clear in his expression. “But then I can just get it wet with my mouth,can’t I? Lick and suck your big cock until you’re spilling down my throat.”

It’s my turn to tremble, my balls tightening in excitement.

“Right? That was good, wasn’t it? I can’t believe I said it!”

A lightness fills my chest. “Really fucking good.”

“This is fun!” His voice is full of enthusiasm before he gets serious. “I’m going to suck you now.”

“I’m looking forward to it. Make sure you give my balls some love. I like that.”

He nods, clearly taking my request to heart, then lowers his mouth and goes straight for my nuts. He’s tentative at first, licking them, kissing them, pushing his nose between my legs and inhaling a deep breath.

“God, I love that. So musky and masculine.” There’s awe in his voice, like he’s amazed by the fact that he’s here, doing this, but also like it really is something he loves.

He uses his tongue to lap at my balls again while I run my fingers through his short, neat hair, watching him. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s good.”

Instead of licking his way up my shaft the way I did with him, Harry kisses it—once, twice, three, four times—up, up, up until he gets to the tip. He wraps his hand around my shaft, then just looks at me, not in my eyes, but at my dick, like now that he’s there, he’s having second thoughts.

“You don’t have to.”

“What? No. I want to. It’s just the thickest cock I’ve ever tried to suck.”

“Whatever you do, I’m going to like it. Mouth on dick equals fun.”

It’s his turn to chuckle, then he says, “I got this,” and damned if my pulse doesn’t kick up a notch. It’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

Before my brain can get past that thought, Harry is going down on my cock, mouth stretched, sucking me with more skill than I think he’s aware he has. He flicks his tongue in this really sexy way, all enthusiasm and eagerness, which is much hotter than I’ve ever considered before.

“Fuck yes,” I say, watching him. He uses his other hand to play with my nuts while he’s working me with his mouth and… “Are you smiling around my cock?”

He nods, the smile growing, before he’s concentrating on my dick again. His saliva is running down my shaft, down my balls, Harry sucking me like a popsicle. He pulls off a moment, going back to my sac again.

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