Page 58 of Fever Dream
I can’t really explain why I am so interested in Harrison’s penis. I mean, I’ve never been a prude, and I’ve never had any issues embracing nudity. I’ve stared at loads of dicks in my lifetime, but I don’t think I’ve ever been turned on by one like this before. I just want to know what Harrison’s feels like. I already know what it looks like, soft at least, but I want to know more about it.
You could say I’minvested. In Harrison’s penis. And everything else about him.
Hopefully he’ll let me play with it soon.
But of course, Harrison being the wonderful, cultured, classy guy that he is manages to find a way to both curtail and prolong the playing part. We slip straight back into how we were before the, ah,revelationsof the Gold Coast. But he’s a clever cat. I’ll give him that much.
We naturally find each other after my training and his work is done the next afternoon. I am super eager for a repeat of last night, but Harrison suggests dinner at the Walker’s Arms, and I spy a dodge if ever I’ve seen one. But I go anyway because he’s my Harry and if that’s what he wants to do tonight then that’s what we’ll do.
Even if I spend the entire meal gazing at his curls that I want to run my hands through or staring at his lips and wishing I could kiss them. But far too many eyes are on us tonight and I internally curse the pitfalls of fame. Even if we do get a free glass of wine on the house while I semi-begrudgingly sign a few autographs.
Harrison pecks a kiss on my lips and then scrambles out of the car the moment I drop him off later and I sigh and accept the night is done. Is this a glimpse of how he’s felt the entire time we’ve known each other? Always being left wanting?
Thursday it’s just Harrison and me at the club, doing our usual drills and stretches while everyone else is on R&R. I don’t do rest or relaxation. Never have and never will and I’m just excited that Harrison is always right here beside me, keeping pace and spurring me on.
That night we end up at Happy Tiger, our favourite Thai restaurant not far from my house, and conclude the night with another chaste peck on the lips.
I go home and stroke myself to sleep the way I’ve had to do the past few nights. I mean, I’ve always indulged in a quick wank before going to sleep but now it’s different with someone else’s hands and mouth to imagine as I arch my back and spill over myfist. And then I wake up and do it all over again because once is not enough these days. Not with Harrison Thornfield on my mind.
I know he wants me to be sure about this, but I think I’ve always been sure about him—even though I wasn’t quite aware of what the deal was between us. Flicking the switch has been terrifyingly simple.
Friday’s Captain’s run is sharp and intense. I am as focused on the training drill as ever but I’m also conscious of the fact Harrison is waiting on the sidelines to hustle me into the ice bath before the bliss that is the treatment bed. He always finds those spots that make me whimper like a baby and today is no exception. Well, maybe other than those light pink dots lighting up his cheeks.
Those are new.
He pats my knee, and I reluctantly pull myself off the treatment bed, wishing for a few extra minutes with his hands on me. But I can see Vadra in the hallway, waiting for his turn with my physio so I begrudgingly stand to leave.
“Case?” Harrison says, stopping me in my tracks. “Want to come back to my place after?”
I stall in the doorway, eyes flicking to his but he’s giving me nothing to go on here. “Depends. Will you make me dinner again?”
He smiles, dimple out in force and making me itch to touch it. “Course. What kind of host do you take me for?”
“Hopefully a very hospitable one,” I return just a tiny bit flirty given that Ashton Vadra is within hearing range. Harrison just smiles back at me, and I turn and leave, a little extra pep in my step.
Harrison must clearly be on the same page because he has me pinned up against his apartment door the moment we step inside. I am relieved and instantly turned on. His chest pressesagainst mine, firm and solid and strong, contrasting with his soft hands holding my face so he can angle my head just so, tongue invading my mouth.
I moan into him, sliding my hands into those perfect curls and tugging, right where I’ve wanted to be all week. He groans back as he takes control of the kiss, takes control of me in a way that makes my knees go weak.
We somehow make it to Harrison’s comfortable sofa, a place I have spent a few nights before. He is surprisingly gentle as he lays me down and presses himself on top of me. I love his weight on me like this, love the feel of his strong, firm body on mine.
“Casey,” he rasps, voice deep and low and a little bit gravelly. It sends a signal directly to my cock which has already hardened, trapped beneath Harrison’s delicious weight.
His mouth drops to my jaw, and he traces my jawline before inching lower to my neck where he finds a spot I didn’t even know I had. I’m arching into him as he bites and sucks me there, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make mefeel.
Harrison shifts his hips and I feel the answering length of his hard cock digging into my thigh. I kind of feel like we’re on a precipice here and we may have already tipped over an edge that is impossible to come back from. I’m already out of my mind with lust and it feels like he might be right there along with me.
“Harry?” I rasp, not sure when my voice got so breathy.
He doesn’t stop kissing my neck, just mumbles an answering, “Mmm?” as he moves to my collarbone, hand skating under my top as he pushes it up my chest.
“I don’t think I can do just kissing tonight,” I tell him, arching my hips up into him in an involuntary move because I need more. More touch, more friction, more everything.
“Oh fuck, me neither,” he pants into my neck, lifting his head to reveal his glazed, lust filled eyes. I reach for his neck, wanting his lips on mine again and he obliges like the gentleman he is.
He moans into my mouth, hand lingering on my abs. I literally cannot stop my hand from wandering between our bodies, right to the hard length of his dick.
“Fuck,” he sputters as I palm him, grateful when he shifts to the side to give me better access. His head drops as heat pools deep inside me.
