Page 32 of The Scrum-Half (Lincoln Knights #3)

Matty

I’d spent the whole afternoon alternating between memories of Harper on his knees in my kitchen and fantasies of him in my bed, face pressed into the pillows as I gripped his hips and thrust deep inside him.

It meant I’d been really bloody distracted and hadn’t been able to catch or throw for toffee.

Everyone had lovingly ripped the shit out of me, but I probably deserved it.

I’d give them a day or two to get it out of their system, and then hopefully they’d move on and find something else to focus on. If not, I’d give it right back.

There was still a lot that Harper and I needed to talk about, and there were a few ideas floating around in the back of my brain about how we could make things work, but they’d have to wait until later when I had more time to consider them. At least one of them involved Hannah too.

But that was a problem for tomorrow.

Tonight I had a promise to fulfil.

It was hard to remind myself not to be romantic around Harper while Jack was awake, although one “sunshine” did slip out while we were in the playroom.

Luckily, Jack was too busy telling his giraffe and plague doctor a story to notice.

Watching my son dragging around an enormous toy plague doctor was definitely a new experience, but it just confirmed that I was probably raising a tiny goth.

I’d already put money on the idea Jack would want to be a plague doctor for Halloween, and that was going to be a fun one to explain to the nursery staff.

The evening seemed to drag on a lot longer than normal and by the time Jack was in bed, it felt like it was nearly midnight instead of half seven. Harper was downstairs making dinner, but although I was hungry, I wasn’t interested in eating.

“I don’t suppose I could persuade you to stop cooking?

” I asked as I walked into the kitchen, sliding one arm around his waist and pressing featherlight kisses down the side of his neck.

Harper groaned and leaned back against me, tilting his head to one side and putting down the knife he’d been holding.

“Mmm, if you keep doing that, it won’t take much.”

I chuckled and slowly trailed more kisses down his skin, delighting in the way he shivered. “Good. Come upstairs with me.”

“Don’t you want dinner?”

“Not this minute, no.”

“I’m sure there’s a line in here about eating me instead,” Harper said with another little moan as I gently nipped his earlobe.

“There is.” I ran my fingers around the waistband of his jeans and slid them down to palm his crotch. He hadn’t come earlier and from the way he gasped and pressed into my hand, I assumed he was desperate. His cock throbbed and hardened under my touch, making his jeans bulge obscenely.

“But I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, squeezing his cock. “I want to fuck you instead.”

Harper groaned and nodded. “Yeah, I want that. Mmm, fuck, I need you inside me.”

“I know. You’ve been so good for me—sucking me off earlier without any reward. Now it’s my turn to spoil you, okay? Will you let me do that, sunshine? Gonna let me take care of you?”

“Yes.”

“Good, then go upstairs, strip, and get on my bed.” I kissed the side of his head softly. “I’m just going to lock up and check on Jack.”

Jack had only just gone to bed, but I wanted to double-check he was asleep. Usually, if he was going to wake up, it would be in the early hours, but it didn’t hurt to be sure. Otherwise, I could guarantee that the one night he hadn’t actually gone down would be tonight.

Harper turned the oven off and then hurried upstairs, throwing a hungry look over his shoulder as he left the kitchen.

It was all the reminder I needed not to take too long or he’d start without me.

I quickly locked the back and front doors, making sure all the lights in the playroom were turned off before I headed upstairs.

I could hear Jack snoring from outside his door, but I still popped my head in to make sure.

He was burrowed under his duvet, the top of his fluffy red head peeking out, his plague doctor and giraffe tucked in around him.

I smiled and watched him for a second in the soft glow of the little rabbit night-light throwing stars on the ceiling.

We hadn’t worked out how to tell him Harper was my boyfriend, as I was sure he’d have questions.

But knowing Jack, they’d be things like Can I have sausages for breakfast ?

and Harper, why do you like Daddy? He’s so old .

Because apparently being over thirty meant I’d grown up in the time of the dinosaurs, and any attempt to tell Jack he’d one day be my age too had been met with a withering stare.

Closing his bedroom door gently, I walked along the landing to my room and stepped inside.

“There you are,” Harper said, smiling seductively up at me from the bed.

He was stretched out naked on his stomach, chin propped on one hand, his golden hair flowing over his shoulders and down his back, shimmering in the glow of the bedside lamps.

He’d put his glasses on the bedside table and a bottle of lube from the bathroom beside them.

He’d gone to a local sexual health clinic the day after I’d snuck up to his room, and I remembered he’d gotten the results the night before Jack’s birthday party… because we’d been planning to celebrate before it all went tits up.

“Here I am.” I leant down and kissed him softly before reaching for the hem of my T-shirt. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, sunshine. I think you should be naked more often.”

“I’m not sure that would work, unfortunately,” he said, watching me hungrily as I undressed. “But I’ll happily spend my evenings naked with you.”

“Mmm, I’m a very lucky man then.” I picked up the lube and put it on the bed beside him. He’d rolled onto his side to look at me, his hand drifting to his erect cock and teasing it gently with the tips of his fingers. “Fuck, I love that you’re already hard for me. I can’t wait to make you come.”

Harper moaned softly, his eyes falling closed for a moment. “I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon. I… uhhh… I want to come on your cock. I… I know I can.”

“Yeah?” I climbed onto the bed and kissed him hungrily, sliding my tongue into his mouth. “Need my thick cock filling your perfect arse up so you can come?”

“Yes!” He groaned as he pulled me into his arms, wrapping them around me and hooking his leg around my thigh.

Desire burned inside me but I was in no rush.

Unlike earlier, there was no training to get to.

Nothing to stop us from taking our time.

And after the last few days, I wanted to show Harper exactly what he meant to me.

We kissed for a long time, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. His skin was warm and soft, the sweet smell of strawberries filling the air. He tasted like strawberries too, and I knew I’d never be able to get enough of it.

Every time I saw strawberries, I was always going to think of him.

My dick was hard and heavy in between us, and Harper moaned as I gently angled our bodies so we could grind against each other as we made out.

Precum slicked our skin as Harper rolled his hips, thrusting his cock against mine and igniting a spark of pleasure under my skin.

He was obviously getting impatient and I couldn’t blame him.

I kissed down his neck, gently rolling him onto his back and falling between his legs so I could trace my mouth down his body.

Harper gasped and moaned as I worshipped him, turning his head to bury his face in a pillow and muffle his cries of pleasure.

I hated the fact I didn’t get to hear him, but I could remedy that the next time we had a weekend to ourselves.

My tongue flicked over the head of his cock, drawing another chorus of choked-back moans from his lips.

I didn’t want him to come, but I couldn’t resist teasing him—licking down his shaft, sucking the soft head of his dick, and rolling his balls in my fingers.

Harper spread his legs wide around me, his hip joint clicking as he did, but when I lifted my head to ask if he was okay, he let out the cutest grumbled moan.

“Don’t you dare stop,” he said with a pout. “I’m fine.”

“Why don’t you roll over for me?” I asked, sitting back and putting my hand on the outside of his thigh, encouraging him to roll onto his stomach. “Get on your knees and put that pretty arse in the air for me. Make sure you’re comfortable, though.”

Harper twisted onto his front and pulled his legs underneath him, wrapping his arms around a pillow as he dropped his shoulders and pushed his butt up, his legs wide enough to give me the perfect glimpse of his hole. The furled deep pink skin was dusted with blond hair and begging to be licked.

How could I resist such a fucking beautiful hole?

Harper shoved his face into the pillow and moaned as I leant forward and pushed my tongue between his cheeks, devouring him like the starving man I was.

I licked and sucked his hole, dripping spit over the sensitive skin and teasing his entrance.

He cried out my name, the sound broken and muffled as he rolled his hips, riding my mouth and chasing pleasure.

I loved the way he took what he wanted from me, the way he used me and demanded more.

And I was happy to give him everything he needed.

My fingers fumbled for the lube as I pressed my tongue into his softening hole, flicking over his rim, my groans mingling with his. I pulled back for a second or two to pour lube onto my fingers, my other hand pulling his cheek to the side as I ran a slick finger down his crack.

“Oh… yes… more,” Harper said, twisting his head just enough to make his words audible. “Need it, Matty. Please.”