Page 65 of Antagonist

Harrison laughs, but the joke is on me when I pull his underwear down and I’m slapped by his dick.

“Fuck, you’re huge.”

“Thank you?”

I look up to see Harrison propped on his elbows with a teasing smile that makes me want to kiss him all over.

This has to be the longest I’ve ever taken to go from let’s fuck to the actual fucking, but I’ve also never had so much fun while naked with someone.

I run my hand over Harrison’s cock. “You’re so thick. Can’t wait to feel you inside me, filling me so good.” It’s been a while since I bottomed, and Harrison’s cock is perfect for breaking my dry spell.

He groans and falls back on the bed when I suck his balls while stroking him. I want to take my time savoring him. By the time I’m finished, he’s going to be so crazy and on edge that he won’t know his own name.

“Chri—fuck!” he shouts when I take his purple cockhead in my mouth and suck it like a lollipop.

This is the Harrison I’ve wanted since that night at the auction. We both messed up then, but I have him now…for now. I ignore my errant thoughts and take more of his cock until it hits the back of my throat.

My gag reflex isn’t too bad, so I keep going, breathing through my nose. Tears run down my face as I keep pushing and pushing.

Harrison’s desperate sounds travel straight to my cock. I try to get some friction from the bedsheets, but it’s not enough.

“Fletcher…if you want me to fuck you, you need to stop now because I’m getting close.”

I release his cock with a pop and slide up his body to kiss him. He holds my hair back, taking control of the kiss.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, Fletcher. All this hair, you’re like a devil dressed as an angel, and I fucking love it.”

I seek his lips again, sucking hard enough that he’ll feel them tingling long after we stop kissing. Many men and women have described my looks, but no one has ever done it as reverently as Harrison.

It’s as if he can’t quite believe I’m real.

I reach for the condom and lube, but Harrison takes them from my hand.

“You’re still way overdressed.”

I raise my hips and push my boxer shorts down and off, making a show of gliding my hard cock over Harrison’s spit-slick one once I’m totally naked.

We gasp at the wonderful feel of our steel-hard cocks rubbing against each other. I’m uncut, so the feeling of my foreskin pulling against Harrison’s mushroomed head is more than divine.

Frotting is one of my favorite ways to get off. Whenever I’m with women, I miss it because it’s just not the same. And a lot of guys don’t think frotting is real sex because there’s no penetration, so I’ve missed out on many occasions.

“Come up here. I want to suck you,” Harrison says, holding me by the waist.

I scoot until my knees are on either side of Harrison’s head and my balls are all but on his face.

“Hmm, you smell divine,” he says. “Guide your cock into my mouth.”

I give myself a few strokes and run the head of my dick over his face. His eyes are dark and needy, and I don’t need to look behind me to see he’s still as hard as a rock.

I feed him my dick, relishing the sight of it disappearing inch by inch into his eager mouth. His hands get busy kneading my ass and pushing me forward so I have no choice but to almost choke him.

“Your mouth is sinful,” I cry when I feel his throat clench in an attempt to swallow me.

His fingers skate over my hole, pressing against the tight ring. I don’t know at what point he opens the lube packet and gets some on my ass because the double sensation of being sucked and fingered is too much.

“Ugh,” I moan as I push back onto his finger. Even though it burns a little, I breathe through the pain. It’ll be so worth it.

I feel the stretch as Harrison adds another finger. He continues sucking me, and I feel like I’m about to jump out of my skin.