Page 80 of The Unlikely Pair
And I decide to stop questioning my motivations and just enjoy this.
Enjoy the soft gasps and moans that escape Harry’s lips.
Enjoy that we’re both rapidly shedding our clothes because it’s apparently not just our mouths we want to attempt to fuse together right now.
Enjoy that I’m getting to mess Harry’s hair up even more by running my hands through it as I kiss him.
I somehow end up on top of him, one of the survival blankets underneath us. I reluctantly wrench my mouth away from his lips so I can stare down at him.
Oh, holy fuck.
Harry Matheson is lying there looking utterly debauched in the firelight, his chest heaving, his golden hair an absolute mess.
It’s a sight I’ll never forget. I’ll take it to my deathbed.
“So, if you haven’t had sex in fifteen years, I’m guessing it’s a long time since someone has done this,” I say as I start kissing my way down his chest.
Yeah, me being the first to go down on Harry isn’t quite how I envisioned things. Even when I wanted this to continue, I thought it would be a standoff where neither of us would want to get on our knees for the other.
And okay, I’m not exactly on my knees right now, more I’m straddled over him as I work my way to the fun zone.
I want to blow Harry’s mind. I want to ensure he wants to continue fooling around in the future. And for that, I’ve got to bring my A-game.
Without hesitation, I wrap my mouth around Harry Matheson’s cock.
I’ve forgotten how much power being in this position actually brings. The knowledge that I’m the reason his breath has gone so ragged.
I glance up at him.
His pupils are blown out in desire, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he looks at me with a mix of wonder and hunger.
Harry reaches down to touch my lips as they’re wrapped around him, his eyes not leaving my face.
I slow down my ministrations, torturing him with slow tongue movements around the head of his cock.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Toby.” There is desperation in Harry’s voice, and I love it. I love that I’m the one making him come undone. Making him swear when he’s usually so constrained.
I’ve just complained that he doesn’t show emotion, but he’s definitely showing some now. And it turns me on more than anything.
I can’t help giving my own cock a tug, and that seems to light Harry’s eyes up even more. So I continue to show off my multi-tasking prowess, jacking myself while blowing him.
I love the way he’s watching me with that intense expression, like nothing in the world has ever fascinated him more.
Having him in my mouth has me throbbing and harder than I think I’ve ever been.
I can feel him getting closer, his thighs trembling, his breath hitching.
And feeling the moment Harry Matheson goes over the edge breaks my brain, and I’m coming too, pleasure ripping through me as though my body needs to prove it can keep pace with Harry.
It appears I’ve found one area where Harry and I have absolutely no issues working well together.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Harry
My pulse takes an inordinately lengthy time to settle from the most erotic, intense experience of my life.
Toby, his face flushed in the firelight, is slumped against me right now, a lazy, slightly dreamy smile on his face. I can’t help running my hand through his curls. My hand snags a little—which I guess is understandable as we’ve been quite a few days bereft of a comb—but Toby doesn’t seem to mind.
