Page 84 of Tagging Bases

Me?

Daniel?

Both of us?

I get my answer pretty quickly.

“Harrison,” he softly croaks. “Fuuuuuck.”

I push the door open the rest of the way. The creaking noise it makes causes Charlie to freeze and whip his head toward the sound. His eyes are wide and darkened with lust. They blink in confusion; he’s unable to think clearly with all the blood pulled elsewhere.

“Harrison?!” His cheeks flush a deep crimson as he realizes I’ve caught him in the act of self-love.

I lean against the doorjamb, cross my arms over my chest, and smirk. “Well, well, well. Whatever do we have here? Taking matters into your own hands, McManus?”

“I…I couldn’t sleep,” he stammers. “When I can’t sleep, I like to…”

His words trail off, but the slow stroke of his fist finishes the sentence for him. I step into the room, my arousal growing with each passing second as I keep my eyes on his cock.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I say, my voice low and husky.

Charlie’s lips curve into a grin as he picks up the pace again. I strip off my clothes, tossing them aside without a second thought, and stand before him, naked and hard. His eyes widen, and he licks his lips.

Now that I’m closer to him, I can see that he’s more girthy than I’d thought. My asshole clenches reflexively, imagining the idea of taking something that thick.

It would be a stretch, that’s for sure, but the best kind. The kind that burns so good you see stars.

I crawl up his body, unable to stay away from him a minute longer. His large hands explore my body, tracing the dips and curves of my muscles. The roughness of his palms only heightens the pleasure coursing through me. My dick bobs excitedly, eager to be touched too.

I freeze when his long fingers stop on the center of my back and claw for something that isn’t there. Dragging my mouth away from his, I lean back and study him with a bemused expression. “Are you…trying to unhook a bra?”

It doesn’t click in his head at first. He cocks his head and stares at me, confused. The moment it dawns on him, his eyes grow large, nearly popping out of their sockets.

He flashes me a bashful smile. “Oops. Guess some habits die hard.”

Shaking with laughter, I wrap my hands around his wrists and place them on my chest. “What I lack up here”—I drag his handsdown my front, over my stomach, to the patch of skin right above the base of my cock—“I more than make up for…down here.”

“Cheeky,” he muses before taking his right hand out of my grip to flick my erection. It bounces, flicking precome over his stomach and making him gasp.

“Oh, Chuck,” I snicker. “You haven’t seen ‘cheeky’ yet.”

“You’re right,” he muses. “I guess I have to get a handle on that.”

He grips my ass in a way that makes my eyes roll back. It’s enough to distract me from the fact that he’s flipping us over and pinning me beneath him. His hips grind against mine in a perfect rhythm, and I arch into him.

“Charlie,” I groan, knowing that I’m about to lose my mind if he doesn’t stick that fat cock inside me now.

Sensing my need, he pulls back enough to look me in the eye and ask, “What do you say, H? Ready for a roll in the hay?”

Instead of answering, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer until there’s no space left between us.

Charlie reaches over to his nightstand, fumbling in the dark until his hand finds the drawer handle. He yanks it open and rummages around inside, the contents rattling and clanking so loudly that I hope like hell he doesn’t wake up the whole house.

I prop myself up on my elbows and watch with rapt attention. His tongue pokes out of the side of his mouth, brow furrowing, as he searches with determination. After a moment, he pulls out a small foil packet with a triumphant, “Aha!”

He waggles his eyebrows at me before tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He carefully tugs the condom out of the packaging, pinches the tip, and rolls it down his considerable length. I watch, amazed at how the latex molds perfectly to his flesh, as if it were made just for him.

When he reaches beneath the pillows and procures a small bottle of lube, I laugh boisterously. “Who knew you were such a Boy Scout, McManus?”

---