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You Beg so Prettily

Daniel

If tuxedos are the devil’s pajamas, then the elevator is the devil’s lair.

Harrison presses the button for his floor. Once the doors slide shut, he wastes no time wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me again.

“Just think,” he murmurs when we pull apart for some air. “In a few short minutes, we can both be completely naked.”

My whole body thrums with anticipation. “ Can be?”

He traces a finger down my chest, stopping right above my cummerbund. “Well, what if we leave our dress socks on?”

Harrison stares at me, his eyes smoldering, and I gulp. I’ve never fooled around with my socks on before, but gosh, if it doesn’t sound hot as sin.

“I’d be amenable to that,” I croak out.

“Good. Now, tell me what you want me to do to you, Hollingsworth.”

His hand makes its way to my crotch and palms my hard-on.

A strangled groan falls from my lips as I think about all the things I’ve always wanted to do but that no girl has wanted to indulge in.

“I want you to explore every inch of me with your mouth. I want you to make me come undone with a finger in my ass. I want to fill your stomach up with my seed. I want it all, Harrison.”

“Fuck.” He shudders, his eyes fluttering shut at my filth. “Who knew sweet ‘Danny Boy’ could be so naughty?”

I grin. I’ve never been this bold, not even with Olivia. With her, our dirty talk was limited to the occasional “you’re so wet” from me and “don’t stop” from her. But with Harrison, the words flow out of me like honey, smooth and oh-so-sweet.

The elevator doors slide open, and we chase each other down the hall and into his room. I have no opportunity to take in my surroundings because Harrison lunges at me. I stumble backward, the back of my legs knocking into the king-size bed.

Harrison’s hands grip my shoulders, simultaneously keeping me from falling on my ass and pulling me closer to him.

The third kiss of the night is urgent, almost desperate, and I respond to it with delight.

His lips trail down my jawline to my neck, leaving a path of wet heat that makes me shudder as he works on removing my jacket, shirt, and cummerbund.

“Ready to get naked, Hollingsworth?”

“Yes,” I rasp.

Harrison doesn’t waste a second. His nimble fingers make quick work of my zipper before yanking my pants down with such force that when the fabric slides over my ass, my cheeks jiggle from the sudden movement. The cool air hits my newly exposed skin, causing goose bumps to appear all over.

Harrison drinks in every detail of my cock, from the thick base to the tapered head that’s leaking precome at an alarming rate.

Nerves mingle with the simmering arousal in my belly.

I’ve never considered myself particularly well-endowed, but the way Harrison is worshipping my penis with his eyes, you’d think I had a third leg.

“Like what you see, Price?”

He nods, transfixed. “You have a gorgeous cock, Hollingsworth.”

His praise emboldens me, chasing away some of the shyness and uncertainty. Stepping out of my pants, I bend down to untie my dress shoes before kicking them to the side, not caring where they land. All that matters is leveling the playing field.

I reach for him, eager to rid him of his clothes, but he captures my wrists and pins them to my sides.

“Not yet,” Harrison teases with a wicked grin. “I want to admire you first. Memorize every inch of you.”

He releases my wrists, trusting me to keep them in place, and explores my body with reverent hands and hungry eyes. His fingertips dance across my skin, mapping out the planes of my chest, the ridges of my abs, the cut of my hips. I’m putty under his touch, shivering and sighing.

When his hand wraps around my aching cock, I nearly buckle at the knees. He pumps me slowly, grip firm and sure, smearing the precome down my length. My head tips back, and my eyes flutter shut as I lose myself to the sensation, hips rocking instinctively into his fist.

“Look at you,” Harrison praises, working me with deft, maddening twists of his wrist. “So fucking responsive. So desperate for it already. I’ve barely touched you, and your balls are already pulling up tight.”

He cups my balls without warning, and I almost lose it. My toes curl so tight that the muscles in my feet cramp as I fight against every biological urge to blow my load.

“Harrison, I want you naked,” I strangle out.

With a long-suffering sigh, he releases my cock and stands up. He spreads his arms wide. “Undress me, Hollingsworth.”

God, I love it when Harrison tells me what to do.

I reach for his shirt, unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders.

I run my hands over his chest, relishing its smoothness.

His nipples harden under my palms, and his breathing picks up as I drag my fingers lower, following the thin trail of hair that disappears into his waistband.

With deliberate slowness, I unfasten his belt and pop the button on his slacks. I yank his pants down the way he did mine, revealing black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide how hard he is. For me, for us, for this.

Hooking my index fingers into his underwear, I tug at them, freeing his cock and smirking as it smacks his abs. Harrison’s cock is long and thick, the shaft lightly veined, and the head flushed a deep pink. My mouth waters at the sight. I’ve never seen anything this glorious.

Harrison steps out of his pants and removes his shoes, leaving us both completely bare, save for our dress socks, as he wanted.

His gaze travels down my body, lingering on my feet. His leer makes my toes curl inside the thin, silky fabric.

“I, uh, I’ve always been self-conscious about my feet,” I admit shyly with a blush as I try to cover my left foot with my right. “They’re wider than most guys’. I can never find shoes that fit quite right.”

Harrison glances up at me. “Your feet are perfect, Daniel, as is the rest of you.” Now it’s his turn to blush, a pretty pink spreading across his cheeks.

He quickly adds, “I don’t have a foot fetish or anything.

Or a sock fetish. I swear.” He lets out an awkward chuckle.

“It just…feels naughtier this way, you know? Leaving something on. Like we couldn’t even wait to get fully naked before… ”

He trails off, but the implication hangs heavily in the air between us. My cock throbs, more beads of precome welling at the tip and dripping onto the plush carpet with lewd splats.

Fuck. I’ve never felt this wanted, this sexy, before. Olivia never gazed at me with such blatant hunger, like she would devour me whole if given the chance. And my past hookups were often too drunk or too rushed for this kind of raw, electric chemistry.

But Harrison is different. Special. He sees me, really sees me, in a way no one else ever has. Past the jock persona, the good son facade, to the real me underneath. The me that craves adventure, passion, and freedom. The me I’ve kept hidden for so long out of a sense of normalcy.

Boldly, I step closer until the heat of his body mingles with mine. I trail my fingers up his arms, loving the way his muscles twitch and jump at my touch.

“Then let’s not waste any more time,” I murmur, surprised by the sultriness in my voice.

Any lingering nerves evaporate as desire takes over, hot and urgent. I crush my mouth to his in a messy clash of lips, teeth, and tongue. Harrison meets me with equal fervor, hands roaming greedily across my back.

We tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs on the expensive sheets.

Harrison crawls down my body, settling between my spread legs.

His eyes darken with lust. “Your thighs are fucking incredible.” He kneads the thick muscles appreciatively.

“I bet they’ll feel amazing wrapped around my head as I suck the life out of you. ”

My cock twitches wildly, and my belly button becomes filled with precome.

Harrison dips his head, and I lose the ability to think as he licks a broad stripe from my balls all the way to the tip of my cock.

My eyes roll back in my head as his tongue swirls around the glans, collecting the freely flowing beads of moisture.

I clutch the sheets, trying to ground myself, but it’s a losing battle.

Planting my feet on the mattress, I buck my hips, seeking more of his incredibly filthy mouth. Harrison places a forearm across my pelvis, stopping me. “Uh-uh, none of that.” His breath ghosts over my spit-slick skin, and I whimper. “I’m in charge here, and I plan to take my time with you.”

I writhe pathetically beneath him. “Harrison, please.”

“Please, what, Hollingsworth?” He tongues my slit, making my toes curl as my back arches off the bed. I never knew how electrifying that particular area could be. “Use your words. Tell me what you want, what you crave. What you need .”

“Your mouth,” I pant, too far gone to be embarrassed about how high-pitched my voice now is. “I need your mouth on my cock, Price. I need you to suck me until I can’t remember my name. ”

Harrison groans, the sound vibrating against my shaft and making me see stars. “Fuck, that’s hot. You beg so prettily.”

He lowers his head, taking me into the wet cavern of his mouth. I cry out in ecstasy as my hands fly to his hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands of dirty blond. His head bobs up and down at a fast pace, taking me deeper until the head of my cock nudges the back of his throat.

His lack of a gag reflex is fucking impressive and makes me believe that my dick is ten inches long. I’ve never been deep-throated before. I had no fucking clue what I’d been missing out on.

Within minutes, I’m teetering dangerously close to release again. I yank Harrison off me, and he stares at me, his lips swollen and eyes questioning.

“I don’t want to finish. Not yet. Not like this.”

Understanding dawns in his eyes. “Roll over.”

I hesitate for a split second, unsure of whether I want to reveal one of my deepest insecurities, before flipping onto my stomach and propping myself up on my elbows.

The comforter is soft against my skin, but it does nothing to soothe the heat coursing through me.

I bury my face in the pillow to hide my reddened face.

“Your ass is beautiful,” Harrison murmurs appreciatively, palming the globes. “So round and firm.”

I lift my head slightly and peek back at him over my shoulder. “You don’t think it’s too…hairy?”

Harrison cocks his head, staring at me curiously. “Not at all. I love a hairy ass.” To emphasize his point, he runs his fingers through the coarse curls, making me shiver. “It’s masculine and sexy.”

His words soothe an old wound, and I relax under his touch. I think back to something Charlie once said. “Dude, you’re like a sexy werewolf. Own that shit.”

Invigorated by Harrison’s approval, I arch my back, presenting myself to him fully. “Then worship it,” I challenge with a smirk. “Show me how much you love it.”

Harrison growls. It’s a primal sound that shoots straight to my cock. He spreads my cheeks apart, exposing my most intimate place to his hungry gaze. “Fuck, you have the prettiest hole,” he praises, his breath ghosting over it. “All pink and perfect, hiding deep in your mountainous ass.”

Before I can laugh at the fact that he described my ass as mountainous, Harrison dives in face-first, burying his nose in my crack as his tongue laps at my entrance. I cry out in shock and pleasure, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he eats me out like I’m his last meal.

Seconds turn to minutes. His tongue is relentless, circling and probing, coaxing the tight ring of muscle to relax and let him in further.

He alternates between broad, flat licks and pointed jabs.

Obscene slurping noises fill the room, his stubble scraping deliciously against my balls that are now smacking his chin because I can’t not touch myself.

He holds me open with his thumbs, allowing him to dive even deeper than I thought possible. It’s a little overwhelming, this carefree way he appreciates me. I wasn’t lying when I said no girl has ever been willing to indulge me like this, but it’s more than that.

I think about Olivia, about the years I spent learning how to be the perfect boyfriend. I remember every time she forgot to say I love you, every time she left a party because she got bored with me.

I thought something was wrong with me. I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough for someone like her, someone who had all these other options. But here I am, naked and trembling, as Harrison tells me that the parts of myself I used to be ashamed of are the hottest parts of all.

I shiver under his touch and wonder if this is what it feels like to be whole.

“Harrison,” I breathe out, unsure of what I’m asking for .

Each flick of Harrison’s tongue sends waves of pleasure radiating through my core, building an unbearable tension that threatens to snap at any moment.

“Spread your legs,” he says. I comply immediately, shrieking when he slips a finger inside me.

As his finger wiggles around, searching for that elusive bundle of nerves, I faintly wonder if Charlie will be jealous when he finds out about what I’m getting up to with Harrison.

As if he knows I’m thinking too hard, Harrison suddenly adds a second finger and presses down hard on my prostate.

An ear-splitting scream rips from my chest, my eyes rolling back as I unleash a torrent of semen onto the bedsheets.

Before I can fully come down from the all-natural high, Harrison flips me onto my back, wraps my thick thighs around his head, and spends the rest of the night sucking the life out of me. As he promised he would.