Page 53 of Tagging Bases

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 wantyou 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 shynessand 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 façade, 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.

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