Page 176 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

She eased his pants down farther, just below his ass, and cupped his balls in a snug grip—then pressed a finger to his hole.

“Fuck!” The word burst from him in a gasp. Keith felt raw and stripped of control.

Harper moaned around his dick and tugged on his balls again.

“Bloody hell, Blue.” Marc’s voice came from a foggy distance. “She’s got all of you in her mouth. Every bloody inch.”

Eyes squeezed shut, Keith tightened his fist in the silken strands of Harper’s hair. “You don’t think I know that, mate?” he ground out, the fire in his spine radiating through him in wicked waves. “It feels so bloody…” He sucked in a sharp breath as Harper pressed her finger against his arsehole again. “Jesus, darl’, I’m going to come if you keep doing that!”

She released his dick with a pop and grinned up at him. “What do you think I’m doing this for?”

“That’s true, Blue,” Marc commented. “She’s not flossing down there, y’know.”

Keith threw a scowl at his best friend. “Shut the fuck up and?—”

He didn’t finish, the words trapped in his throat as Harper sucked his cock back into her mouth.

Marc groaned and Keith heard his friend’s belt buckle release. A part of his mind told him Marc was undressing, another part couldn’t focus on anything but the concentrated pleasure consuming him. He’d been so bloody hard all day. Hell, since Harper had arrived on Farpoint. By the time they’d left the billabong, he’d been in so much agony he’d almost passed out. It was only focusing on the road and his grip on the steering wheel that had saved him. That stopped him pulling the ute over, releasing his dick from his jeans and jerking off.

He’d been determined to control himself. To build the anticipation. To wait until Harper had recovered from the events at the billabong before unleashing his desires. He was all about delayed gratification, but now, with Harper’s lips a tight seal around the root of his shaft, with her tongue laving his length, with her finger massaging his anus…fuck, delayed gratification could go take a flying jump.

He was going to come any moment. His release was building, a molten pressure radiating through in his groin, every fiber of his being.

“Christ, darl’,” he groaned, all too aware his voice shook. “That’s so good. So fucking good.”

He lowered his gaze, saw Harper’s plump, glistening lips slide up and down his rigid cock—and he exploded.

His seed surged through his length, pumping into Harper’s mouth, the back of her throat. She cupped his balls with her palm, pressing harder at his anus with one finger. Rhythm deserted him. He bucked, his groans turning to gibbering pants as she continued to suck, taking him deeper with every erratic thrust.

“Fuck.” Marc’s hoarse moan flayed at Keith’s senses. “Watching you come, Blue…”

Harper’s lips slipped from Keith’s cock, her fingers wrapping its spent length as she smiled up at him. “Makinghim come is just as amazing, Marc.”

A wobbly chuckle fell from Keith. He released the fistful of her hair he’d been gripping and brushed the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. “You did it very well.”

She smiled. “Thank you. Is it embarrassing to admit that’s only the second time I’ve done it?”

Heavy heat clamped around Keith’s chest. He checked his shock, shaking his head with a slow smile instead. “Not embarrassing at all, darl’.”

Second time? Christ, how is that possible?

Faint pink painted her cheeks. “My ex wasn’t into it.”

“Then he’s a bloody dickhead,” Marc stated.

Harper turned toward him. “He was, a bit. Thankfully Andrew scared him off.”

The sudden shard of jealousy that pierced Keith’s chest at the name “Andrew” caught him off guard. Who the hell was Andrew?

As if sensing Keith’s disquiet, Marc gave him a wide grin. “Don’t worry, mate. Andrew is Harper’s big brother.” He flicked Harper a quick look. “Having said that, youdidsay he’s the overprotective type. Maybe Blueshouldworry?”

Harper shook her head, rising to her feet, her fingers finally slipping from Keith’s cock. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation right now.”

“What conversation?” Marc asked, and it was only then Keith realized his friend was naked from the waist down. When the hell had he stripped off his boots and jeans? “About your brother?”

Harper nodded, shifting on her feet as Marc approached, her butt rubbing against Keith’s groin. If he hadn’t just shot his load into her mouth, he had no doubts whatsoever he’d be sporting a bloody impressive erection. Her butt was so firm, her flesh so soft and smooth.

The faintest stirrings of tension pulled at his balls and Keith let out a ragged breath. Getting aroused so quickly was normally beyond him.

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