Page 89 of Antagonist

If there's one thing I want more than anything, it’s to feel Harrison's ass wrapped around my cock, but not like this. When we come together like that, stars will collide. It'll be epic.

It won't be rushed.

I flip us around so my back is against the wall and take his mouth in a dirty kiss until we're both breathless. He grabs my hair, gripping it tight and pulling, exposing my throat.

He kisses and sucks his way around my skin as I try to keep a steady breath and flip the cap of the lube open.

“Fuck, I love that sound,” he says.

“You’re going to love it more when you're inside me,” I reply, adding a considerable amount of lube to my fingers before reaching behind to rub them over my hole.

He puts one hand over mine, following my fingers as they disappear inside me, and I love how his breath catches with mine as I feel the slight burn of the stretch. We don’t have much time. In an ideal world, I’d take my time sucking him and making him come before riding him into the mattress, giving him a second orgasm. But this rushed time together, chasing our pleasure while trying to be quiet, offers a different kind of high.

I take one of his thick fingers, and he doesn’t waste any time working it in and out of my channel.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. It’s going to feel so good when I'm inside you,” he whispers in my ear.

“It’s also going to be over fast, so please give me more fingers or your dick.” My voice is hoarse and needy.

“So demanding, honeybun.”

“Hey, don't steal my nicknames, pookie.”

He laughs and grabs a condom from my wash bag, rolling it down his length before adding more lube. Then he lifts me in one swift move so my back is against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, aligning my hole perfectly with his dick.

I let gravity do its job and lower myself on him, groaning as he pushes through the ring of muscles.

“Slow, baby. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.

“Fuck, Harrison. Hurt me. Hurt me good.”

He keeps going until he bottoms out. My balls feel heavy and full even though I came less than twelve hours ago. He pulls out and pushes all the way in again.

I gasp at the pain, the pleasure, and all the sensations in between.

Harrison trembles. He has both his hands on my hips now, thrusting in and out of me so hard and fast that I'm flush against the wall.

“Fuck, Harrison.” I’m losing the battle against my impending orgasm, so I wrap my hand around my cock. It takes only a couple of strokes before I'm coming hard as if I haven't orgasmed in a week.

Harrison keeps going, but I can see he's on the edge of his orgasm. Each thrust sets off aftershock in my sensitive ass, but it doesn't take many more before he's spilling into the condom.

We stay in the same position until his soft dick slips out of my ass. He pulls the condom off and reaches for the shower soap. We’re too wrung out to make it a quick shower, so we take our time washing each other and making out.

“I can verify that you are indeed thoroughly clean,” I say, running my nose and then my tongue over his armpits while he’s drying his hair with the towel.

Harrison’s laugh is the most relaxed and calm I’ve ever seen.

When we come out to the kitchen, both kids stare at us.

“Why did you take so long?” Megan asks.

“Because there’s only one shower and there’s two of them.”

George’s answer seems to pacify Megan, who jumps out of her chair to hug Harrison.

“Daddy, can you brush my hair?”

“Sure, go get your brush.”