Page 33 of The Scrum-Half (Lincoln Knights #3)

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” I pressed a kiss to the base of his spine as I slowly pressed one finger inside him.

Harper’s arse was hot and tight, greedily pulling my finger deeper, and my cock throbbed as I thought about what it was going to feel like around my shaft.

I wrapped my hand around my dick, stroking it lightly as I began to work Harper open.

He moaned as I fucked him with my fingers, gasping as I curled them teasingly across his prostate, precum leaking onto the sheets.

He was so sweet and eager, pleading for more with stifled groans and choked-back words.

And when I was finally three fingers deep inside him, he looked around at me with a desperate expression, mouth hanging open.

His bottom lip was slick and swollen, like he’d been biting it in an effort to hold back.

I hated seeing him suffer. The only thing I could do was give him exactly what he’d asked for.

“Still want my cock, darling?” I asked as my fingers slid out of him, leaving his hole clenching wildly around nothing.

“So fucking much,” Harper said, looking back at me over his shoulder. “I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m buying a tub of glitter.”

I chuckled as I knelt behind him, one hand on his waist and the other on my cock, guiding it to press against the rim of his waiting hole. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh yeah? Want to bet on that?”

“Not really,” I said, groaning as I slowly pushed inside him, his greedy arse squeezing around me. “Mmm, fuck, sunshine, your arse feels so fucking good.”

“Yes!” He exhaled delightedly. “Mmm, you can… damn, you can hold my hair if you want. I… I like that.”

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“I will.”

I put my lube-slicked hand on his waist and moved the other to gather up the golden strands of his hair as I bottomed out, completely filling him with my cock.

I pulled his hair gently, making sure not to catch the individual hairs, and Harper pushed back against me until my balls brushed his body.

He groaned and before I could move, he’d already started rocking forward, slamming back on my cock with moans of delight.

My hand tightened on his hair and I gripped his waist. “Let me fuck you, sunshine,” I said in a low voice. “Just like I promised.”

“Yeah… make me come on your cock,” Harper said, his head tipping back slightly.

I was conscious of not hurting him, but I also trusted Harper to know his own body and tell me when things were wrong or if he was in pain.

I couldn’t pretend to know how he felt and I wasn’t going to make decisions for him.

I was going to give him what he’d asked for, and if we needed to change that, we could.

I shifted slightly, lifting one foot to plant it on the bed beside him so I could thrust deeper.

Harper groaned as I rocked my hips, building up my rhythm until I was fucking him hard, my cock slamming into his prostate with every stroke.

I pulled his hair a little more, making his back arch and pushing his arse into the air.

“That’s it! Fuck, you have a pretty arse, darling.

Wish you could see how good you look while I fuck you. Such a perfect, greedy hole!”

Harper moaned, nodding his head as he pressed back onto my cock. “D-Don’t stop,” he said, voice hushed but demanding. “Shit, your cock feels so good, babe.”

“Yeah? What else do you need?”

“Just… don’t stop! Keep doing that.” He groaned and tilted forward slightly. “Mmm, need to put my head down… but I, don’t fucking stop. Give it to me!”

I let go of his hair and gripped his hips, adjusting my position so I could keep up my long, hard strokes as he dropped his head to the bed.

He was still moaning, the sound now muffled as he whined into the pillow underneath him.

All my focus was on him and I was going to fuck him for as long as he wanted me to.

My muscles burned, need and desire coursing through me.

It had been a while since I’d topped and the way his beautiful arse was squeezing my cock was hurling me towards the edge far quicker than I wanted.

Yes, I had toys I could use on Harper if I came and couldn’t keep going, but it wouldn’t be the same.

Harper’s hands were beside his head, gripping the bed so tightly his knuckles were almost white.

A choked-back cry escaped his lips as his body tensed, his arse tightening around me as he pulled me even deeper, his walls pulsing and milking my cock.

Knowing he’d come made the last fragment of my restraint crumple and a final thrust was all it took for my orgasm to slam into me, leaving me breathless as pleasure flooded my body.

Slowly I released his hips, gently sitting back and sliding my cock out of him, watching with delighted hunger as my cum trickled from his hole.

I couldn’t resist running my thumb across the furled skin, slowly collecting my release on my skin before bringing it to my mouth to lick off.

It was salty and musky, not the best thing I’d ever put in my mouth and yet somehow I wasn’t opposed to eating all of it out of him.

My sunshine twisted around to watch me, an intrigued smile on his face. “Hungry?”

“Starving,” I said with a smirk as I licked my thumb. “Can I?”

“Be my guest,” Harper said, spreading his thighs slightly as more cum dribbled from his hole. “You might even make me hard again.”

“Don’t challenge me like that, darling. I might just take you up on it.”

“Good. Because I want you to.”

I grinned as I leant forward and ran my tongue down his taint.