Page 55 of The Heartstrings of Harry
His fingers twirled through his hair.
His teeth bit down on his bottom lip.
He let the tiniest of groans of approval slip from his throat as I unbuckled my belt and whipped it off.
I opened the top button of my jeans, then pulled the zipper down over my bulge so fast I was amazed it didn’t catch on the cotton of my swollen jockey shorts.
With a shimmy of my hips I slid my jeans down to my ankles and kicked them off.
Dean laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I chuckled back.
His hands settled behind his head. “You and those dance moves of yours. They’re kinda hot.”
“They are?” I flashed a grin.
“Oh yeah. I’d love to see you up on a podium one of these days, dancing your heart out to a song.”
I dropped to my knees between his legs and said, “The only songs that get me moving are yours.”
He looked down the length of his body, past his rock-hard cock, eyes fixed on mine, breath tremulous again. “Is that true?”
“Um, actually, no. I don’t dance at all. I was just trying to be sexy.”
Dean bellowed with laughter, then said, “You don’t need to try. Youaresexy. Harry, you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met in my life.”
“I am? But I… I’m nobody. I’m just Harry.”
His smile faded, and in a faint, nervous voice he asked, “Will you bemyHarry?”
A gush of air left my lungs.
I sucked in another, nodding, squatting down on my haunches and answering him by taking the base of his throbbing cock in one hand.
I pointed it upward, then positioned myself over it and breathed, “Yes. Oh, yes.”
I eyed the head of his handsome young cock. It bloomed brightly before me, blushing a beautiful bright pink, bulbous and proud and pushing crystals of pre-cum from its slit.
I opened my mouth wide, closed my eyes, and took him in.
He was warm and wet and oh-so sweet.
The mattress bounced a little as he threw his head back on it, while I began to take in more than just the crown of his cock. I tilted my head left and right, working my way down his shaft as I caressed the veined contours of his dick with my tongue. At the same time, I squeezed the base of his cock even harder in my grip, then began to twist my fist as I slid it halfway up the length of his mast to meet my mouth.
I sucked hard.
He groaned.
He spread his legs wider, and with my free hand I ran my fingers up his silky inner thighs until my index finger found his ass.
His groans turned to a series of grunts as my finger—thenfingers—penetrated him, exploring his hot yearning passage, feeling his ass muscles loosen, tighten, loosen once more.
“Oh fuck,” he uttered, as though surrendering to me was his only option.
I sucked on his cock harder, faster.
My fingers delved deeper and deeper inside his ass.
