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Harvey groaned as a
silky hot suction surrounded his dick. He flexed his hips, driving his cock
further into the warm heat. God, when was the last time he had felt something
so damn good? His fingers curled into the sheets as he thrust his hips forward
until the head of his dick brushed against the back of someone’s throat. The
suction grew stronger, a tongue swiping along his rigid length.
“Close, so close.”
Harvey was riding the edge of an orgasm. He just needed a little more to toss
him over into the abyss. Harvey reached down and curled his fingers into the
hair of the man sucking him off, not in the least bit surprised that the man
looked like Joey in his fantasy.
Joey had been
starring in every one of his sexual fantasies for the last week. Like an
untried school boy, Harvey had woken more than once with the results of his
dreams splattered all over his chest. It seemed this time would be no
different, especially since Harvey had long stopped trying to fight the dreams
and just gave in to them.
When the suction on
his dick moved down his entire length, Harvey stiffened, knowing where this
was going to go. He held his breath, waiting, aching. When the fingers
caressing his balls moved further back, one lone finger breaching his ass,
Harvey cried out and filled that sweet mouth with spurt after spurt of his
release.
When fantasy slowly
became reality, Harvey drew in a deep breath and opened his eyes. He really
needed to stop fantasizing about Joey and maybe find someone to get laid. He
was supposed to be protecting the guy, not turning him into a sex object.
He just couldn’t
seem to help it.
The doctors had
wanted to keep Joey for observation when they went to the hospital. Joey would
have none of it. He struggled and whimpered, big fat tears sliding down his
face until Harvey intervened and said Joey could stay with him. Now, a week
later he had the sweetest, sexiest man on the planet sleeping on his couch.
Well, most of the
time. When Joey’s nightmares started—which they usually did every night—Joey
ended up in bed with Harvey, sprawled across his chest. It seemed to be Joey’s
new favorite place, and Harvey didn’t mind all that much. He liked holding the
little slip of a man in his arms.
It was just too bad
he couldn’t keep Joey.
He blew out a deep
breath as he opened his eyes and—“What the fuck?”
Harvey’s heart
pounded away at a ferocious pace as he scrambled back across the mattress from
the man kneeling between his thighs—the very naked man. Sweet hell, he was
really, really naked.
“Joey, what in the
hell are you doing?”
Big hazel doe-like
eyes blinked up at Harvey from the end of the bed. Sweet mother of mercy, was
that a drop of cum on Joey’s chin?
Harvey groaned,
partly due the fact that he realized his fantasy hadn’t been a fantasy at all,
and partly because he really liked seeing his cum on Joey’s face. There was
something primal about marking the man. The urge to cum all over Joey was so
strong, Harvey had to curl his fingers into the blankets to keep from reaching
for the man.
“Baby.” Harvey
rubbed his hand up over his bald head. “You can’t—” Surprise sent Harvey’s
eyebrows up to the top of his head when Joey reached up and held his finger to
his lips in the universal sign for silence.
Joey was pure
seduction as he crawled up the mattress from the end of the bed and pulled the
sheet away. He might have just come but by the time Joey straddled his thighs,
Harvey was hard as a rock.
The feel of Joey’s
soft skin brushing against his dick was almost more than Harvey could handle.
He sucked in a hard breath as his hands slid over Joey’s thighs, holding the
man still. If Joey moved an inch, it would be all over—for both of them.
“Joey, baby,” Harvey
groaned. “You don’t know what—”
Harvey couldn’t do
anything but shudder when he felt Joey’s lips press against his. He ached for
the man and had almost from the first moment he set eyes on him. He had been
fighting his desires for days. It was becoming a constant struggle, one he was
pretty sure he was losing.
“Joey, you don’t
know what you’re doing.” There was no way he could know, not unless his
intention was to get thrown down on the mattress and ravished until he
couldn’t sit or walk. And Harvey was a hair’s breath away from doing just
that.
“Baby—oh god!”
Harvey’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head when Joey leaned forward and
licked a line up his collarbone. The feel of Joey’s tongue on his skin made
Harvey’s entire body shudder and pulse.
“Please, please tell
me you know what you are doing.” Harvey was so not above begging right now.
Even though he knew this was a really, really bad idea, he didn’t think
he could stop from taking what Joey seemed to be offering, not when he wanted
it so damn bad.
When Joey’s hands
smoothed up his chest, Harvey grabbed the man and rolled him beneath his
larger body, wedging his leg between Joey’s thighs. He searched Joey’s eyes
for any sign of fear or reservation. If there had been a single glimmer,
Harvey wouldn’t have asked his next question.
“Are you sure,
Joey?”
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