Marie Harte - Raising the Bar

“Mmm-hmm.”

Harper lost his shirt. Then he toed off his shoes and removed his socks. He unbuttoned his jeans but didn’t take them off, and Dylan stared at his incredible build with admiration.

“You’re pretty cut yourself.” He dragged Harper close, and instead of kissing the man, put his lips around Harper’s nipple.

“Oh shit, that’s good,” Harper groaned. Sensitive nipples. Dylan made note.

He continued to touch and stroke, learning what Harper liked as the big man let Dylan have his way. But each time Dylan drew closer to Harper’s fly, Harper stopped him.

“That’s off limits.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, oh.” Harper’s gaze turned mean, and Dylan was shocked to find himself playing the role Harper had seemingly given him with little fuss. “You need a lot of discipline. I can tell.”

“I’ve never played the submissive. Ever.”

“First time for everything, I’d think.” Harper licked his lips. “But I’m not into the lifestyle or anything. I just like to play.”

“You’re good at this game,” Dylan admitted on a groan when Harper tugged at Dylan’s briefs.

“I’m going to take a taste. I’m clean. You?”

“Yes. But I always use protection.”

“Even for blow jobs?”

Dylan opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. Then Harper was on his knees, and Dylan’s briefs were tugged down another inch.

Harper shook as he knelt, worshipping at Dylan’s feet. Good Christ, but the man was built like an Adonis. Handsome of face and form. Harper usually waited until he knew his partners well before engaging in anything questionable, but he had to taste Dylan. Now.

Just seeing that pearly white slit and that flushed cockhead exposed over the band of Dylan’s shorts set him off. The man was finer than fine. It just figured his cock would be amazing as well.

Harper lowered Dylan’s underwear, not exposing him all the way, but little by little, to prolong the pleasure. Dylan groaned and shifted, clearly needing attention. Even though Harper had been expecting a nice-sized cock for a man Dylan’s size, he was surprised at the man’s girth.

Harper didn’t wait any longer. He licked at Dylan’s slit and felt hands on his shoulders, gripping him tight. He licked again, then sucked the man’s cock between his lips.

“Yes, God yes.” Dylan moaned his name and arched his hips off the wall, pushing deeper into Harper’s mouth.

Salty, clean. Dylan smelled like sex—a compliment in Harper’s mind. The man wore designer clothing and used a soap that might as well have been an aphrodisiac. A hint of sandalwood and spice. Addicting. Harper dragged Dylan’s underwear down his legs and off, then pulled back to fully see his new lover.

A long, thick cock, a nest of trimmed dark hair, and a heavy sac. He cupped Dylan’s balls and wanted to purr with satisfaction when Dylan spread his legs wider and palmed Harper’s head.

“I want to fuck you so bad. Eat me. Suck me down. I need you. Please,” Dylan rasped, yet he didn’t push Harper to do anything. He’d said please, and he waited, trembling.

Harper had broken the man of his need to control, and for that Dylan had earned a reward. “That’s it. You need me, yes.” Harper kissed him, then sucked his balls.

“Harper. Yes. That’s it. Oh Christ. Anything you want, it’s yours. Please.”

Harper fondled Dylan’s sac and pulled his cock down. Then he took Dylan to the back of his throat in one swallow.

Dylan swore and gripped Harper by the hair.

Harper used his tongue, flicking underneath Derrick’s crown, and tasted a burst of salty fluid.

“Gonna come so hard,” Dylan moaned.

Harper bobbed over him a few times before Dylan lost it. He shouted and came, flowing down Harper’s throat like honey. Harper continued to cup and caress him, stroking his thighs and balls, running his hands back around Dylan’s tight ass. And he kept swallowing, sucking that thick, still half-hard rod as Dylan finally finished his release.

After Harper slowly withdrew, Dylan leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

Standing, hard as a pike and hungry for more, Harper looked his lover over, gratified to find the drugged pleasure there in Dylan’s cloudy green eyes.

“You are incredible,” Dylan said hoarsely. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Anything I want, I think you said.”

Dylan straightened. “I said that?” He stared at Harper, his gaze drawing down Harper’s body to his jeans. “You need to get naked first.”

“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.