Page 79 of Fever Dream
“I thought you might like some dinner,” he offers, holding the paper bag up between us.
My heart melts into a dozen pieces as I lean up against the door frame, eyeing this man who knows me so well it’s kind of scary.
“Well, I was about to defrost a meal kit,” I pretend to mull, like I’m weighing up my best option.
“I can leave,” he returns, something we both know is a lie. I grin as I reach for his Fever polo top, yanking him closer to me, a little rougher than I meant as he stumbles into my chest.
“Never,” I tell him, watching the way his eyes darken and drop to my lips.
“You want to let me in or are we giving the neighbours a free show?” he responds, voice gravelly.
“You’re worth way more than a cheap freebie,” I say, letting him step into the house before I close the door. He drops the paper bag and reaches for my face, cupping both cheeks before he presses the most mind bendingly sweet kiss on me.
I moan as I lean into the kiss, right before I feel the wall hit my back as Harrison cages me in. He breaks the kiss right before we reach the point where dinner will become a forgotten memory, but I don’t mind those glassy eyes he looks down at me with.
“Damn, Casey,” he murmurs, licking his swollen lips.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” I sigh, words slightly too honest. But he smiles and drops his hold on me, gaze all over my face.
“Me too,” he says. “How’s the hand?”
“Sore,” I pout, lifting my strapped left hand to where he gives me a sympathetic hum as he strokes it gently. “It’s my left hand too, H so it’s really lucky you’re here.”
“Right, cos it’s really hard microwaving with your right hand,” he chuffs, looking at me with such fondness I swallow.
“I wasn’t talking about microwaving, Harrison,” I return.
“What were you talking about?” he asks, head cocked innocently to the side.
“You ever tried wanking with your wrong hand?” I pose right before he drops the pretence and barks out a laugh.
“I can wank your dick for you,” he says.
“See? This is why you’re literally the perfect guy,” I grin. He gives my hand a gentle squeeze and then steps away from me to collect the paper bag. I follow him into the kitchen where he spreads out an array of ingredients including rice, carrots, onions, chillis and a can of four bean mix.
“What are we eating?” I ask, watching him move around my kitchen like he’s done this a hundred times before.
“It’s a Mexican rice dish,” he tells me. “You like spice?” he adds, holding up the thin red chilli.
“I love a bit of spice,” I assure him. He grins at me before turning back to the veggies. I love helping Harrison in the kitchen so I try to chime in with some assistance. I’m never sure if I’m actually helping or hindering but Harrison just smiles at me as I try my best and I know he doesn’t mind.
Harrison once again proves to be a master in the kitchen as we eat the Mexican rice propped up next to each other on the island bench, the taste exploding in my mouth. I pack away the kitchen afterwards and Harrison helps even though I tell him I’ve got it.
I lean against the kitchen cabinets when we’re done, watching as he stalks towards me, intent in that gaze. He doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of me, reaching down one cheeky hand to cup my dick over my sweats. It hardens in an instant as he rubs me softly.
“Now, want me to take care of this?” he asks, all false sweetness on his pretty face.
“Yes,” I whimper. His grin is delicious as he leans towards me, planting his mouth on mine. There’s nothing sweet aboutthis kiss as he plunges his tongue into my mouth, devouring me the way I love. I groan as I knock my head to the side as he trails kisses down my neck, my hips pushing forward for friction.
“I wish I could be all manly and hike you up against the kitchen cabinets and fuck you right here,” he murmurs. “Unfortunately, you and I both know I’m not that strong and those things only work in the movies.”
“Well then, better come to my room,” I reply.
We race up to my room where we both strip off in some kind of land speed record and dive onto the bed. Then Harrison proceeds to take me apart with all the things he promised. His touch is everywhere, his mouth not far behind as he sinks it around my cock while his fingers plunge inside me. He pulls my orgasm up out of nowhere and I am not prepared for it as he swallows around me.
And then before I’ve had a chance to recover, he flips me onto my stomach, belying his claim about lack of physical strength. I hear the tear of a foil packet and a second later he pushes himself into me.
He turns me into a mindless, desperate thing as he props my knee up higher, opening me up for him as he goes to town on me. I think I want to live like this, with Harrison moving inside me and those soft grunts and moans as he picks me to pieces.
