Page 73 of Fever Dream
He swallows, dark intent in his eyes as he looks at me in a way that shows how much he sees me, shows how much he wants this too.
“Well then,” he rasps. “Take me to your room, Casey Calloway.”
I grin as I slide my hand into his, gripping his fingers as I tug and we all but run up the stairs. He is far less coordinated than me, something I take great joy in, and he stumbles on the last step. We’re laughing by the time we make it to my bedroom, and I close the door on the rest of the world.
Here it’s just me and Harrison. Has always just been me and Harrison. And I don’t care what the rest of the world thinks about this because I know that everything about him feels right for me. I don’t know if that makes me gay or bi or whatever else I could be. I don’t have the brain space for that right now and it seems entirely irrelevant to the basic facts that I want him, and he wants me. That’s enough.
Harrison’s dark eyes never leave mine as I walk backwards to my bed, stopping when my knees hit the mattress. I know he’s all in on this too. I’m sure he had doubts and questions before, but they’re gone now, determination and intent written all over his face.
“Kiss me, Harrison,” I say, waiting until he breaches that final step and takes me in a kiss. It’s sweet and gentle, nothing like that savage claiming downstairs but it’s no less of a turn on as desire floods through my already churning system.
He slowly undresses me, only breaking the kiss to allow for the mechanics of removing clothes. I do the same for him, aslow, sexy strip of each other until we’re standing there naked and ready for each other.
Harrison guides me onto the bed and follows me down, still kissing until my head hits the pillow. I let him lead because I am the first to admit I don’t really know what happens next. I wasn’t kidding that my sexual experience is on the low side, especially for someone who has never had to look very hard for it. But I think I’m coming to understand now why I was never all that into it before. That maybe what I was missing wasthis. Because I am definitely,definitelyinto this, have never been more into anything in all my life.
“Do you have lube and condoms?” Harrison asks, trailing featherlight touches down my stomach.
“Yeah.” I lean over to the nightstand where the lube and a fresh box of condoms are positioned ready for this moment. I waste no time grabbing the essentials and placing them on the bed between us. I need him to take over here and I think he knows that too, but he quietly ignores the supplies and continues his leisurely trail down my body.
His mouth joins the exploration, and I tip my head back as he makes me feel like I’m the luckiest guy on the planet. He kisses and bites and touches and strokes until I am out of my mind with want. He leaves no part of me untouched but still he’s not done.
Harrison shifts his weight, prodding me to open for him. “Open your legs for me, baby,” he murmurs, mouth buzzing my abs. I think they might be the sexiest words I’ve ever heard as I immediately comply. Harrison works himself into the space I create for him as he kisses me lower.
He reaches for the lube and then I feel the press of his slippery fingers right where I want him. But I’ve never done this before, and he chuffs a smile as I involuntarily clench around him.
“Let me in, Case,” he encourages, circling and pushing until I relax and he makes his way in. I’m impatient, system still flooded with adrenaline and oxytocin and endorphins—a pleasure cocktail of all the good stuff. But none of those neurotransmitters are good at encouraging patience and I whimper at him to get a hurry on.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Harrison murmurs against my abs.
“Harry, I have been living with chronic pain for the last year. I can handle your cock in my ass,” I huff.
He laughs at that, the sound tickling my inner thigh where he’s currently kissing me. “Just let me have a moment,” he says anyway, voice low and soothing and making me want to give him anything he wants. “I want you to enjoy this as much as I know I will.”
I let out a longsuffering sigh, tipping my head back as I lean on all the last shreds of patience I possess while Harrison preps my body for him. At long, long last he finally concedes, and I perk up as I hear the tear of a foil packet. I watch him roll the condom down his thick length before applying a generous amount of lube. Excitement tightens my stomach. This is really happening.
Harrison pushes my knees wider and leans over me, holding himself up on his elbow. I want him in me so bad but of course he wants it to be all sweet too as he leans forward and kisses me, tongue sinking into my mouth.
I feel him press up against me and I involuntarily clench again. I don’t know why I’m not cooperating when I want this so bad.
“Relax for me, baby,” Harrison encourages, reaching down to rub circles against me before guiding himself in. I feel the press and then the push and finally he breaches me. Despite my earlier assurances, I am not quite expecting the sting of pain thatfollows. But I am a pro at masking, and I breathe out a heavy breath as he pushes all the way inside.
He stills when he’s all the way in and I take a moment to breathe through the pain whilst still being able to remark on the fact that Harrison is inside me. Actually inside me. It feels incredible, like nothing I have ever experienced before.
Harrison’s eyes are on me, his dark gaze so full ofsomethingthat I feel my heart thud in my chest. Sex isn’t meant to be so emotional as this, right? So full of meaning and connection and feelings?
“Okay?” he asks, still with that care and concern he always has for me. I swallow the shards that are clogging my throat and nod.
It feels like time has suspended around us as we work through the moment, bodies joined together in the best way possible. I feel myself relaxing around him, my body accepting his like it was made for him.
And then he starts moving inside me and it’s like that labyrinth of emotions explodes within me all over again. He becomes all I can think about, all I can feel, all I can see. My mind quiets, calms in a way that is entirely foreign to me as my world becomes Harrison and the way he is making me feel. Like peace. Like tranquillity.
I cross my ankles behind him, pulling him in even deeper as we both moan at the feeling. He presses up against something inside me and it sets off an explosive cocktail of neurons and protons and endorphins as trails of fire blitz through my bloodstream. I let out a deep moan as he presses in closer, deeper.
Never have I felt this good before as Harrison moves inside me, thrusts becoming progressively harder, deeper, less controlled as I tip my head back and lose myself in him.
Stars explode behind my eyes as Harrison focuses on that spot of pure gold inside me, vision whitening out as every atom inside me realigns itself into this, thisthingbetween me and Harrison, a place I want to spend the rest of my remaining life.
All too soon I’m on the brink, molten heat rushing through my blood stream, everything tightening, spine tingling. I’m not even sure I need the push over the edge that Harrison gives me when he grabs a fistful of my cock and pumps roughly.
