Page 52 of Demon's Mate
Ash squeezed Harper tighter. “I loved your mouth around my cock, Harper, but that’s not all I’m after. I want you any and every way you’ll have me.”
Harper had never felt so loved. It was ridiculous and way too soon to feel that way. He didn’t even know if he could deal with a boyfriend—let alone love—with all his secrets. He still hardly knew Ash.
Maybe it would be better if they stopped talking, no matter how much Harper liked hearing all these things. “Kiss me,” he begged, his hands on either side of Ash’s face.
Ash flattened Harper onto the mattress and kissed him, working Harper’s mouth open. Harper’s heart thudded and his cock ached. He pulled Ash on top of him and gasped as Ash’s weight pressed into him.
Harper was secure and protected. Nothing could touch him. It was silly how fiercely he believed it.
Harper hauled Ash’s T-shirt over his head. He wanted to be closer, to feel Ash’s warmth against his skin.
Ash sat back and pulled Harper’s shirt off, and Harper went for the button on Ash’s jeans. Ash stripped them off, along with his underwear, and knelt naked, looming over Harper. He had a tattoo of what looked like a rope wrapped around his hips. How strange.
“Mine too,” Harper requested, hands trembling on his jeans button.
Ash helped him, pulling off Harper’s pants and socks. Ash reached for the waistband of Harper’s boxer briefs. “You’re so pretty.” He pealed the underwear away and drank in Harper’s naked body.
“Now hold me?” Harper reached for Ash, not caring how needy he sounded. “Please?”
Ash wrapped himself around Harper, holding him close.
Harper spread his legs so Ash could settle between them, and their cocks rubbed together, nothing but skin on skin everywhere.
Ash covered Harper’s mouth with his and kissed him deeply, his tongue exploring slowly like he was savoring it. He didn’t roll his hips or make any move to seek out friction on his very hard cock. Ash seemed solely focused on kissing and holding Harper, and Harper liked it so much his head spun.
The kiss went on and on, Harper’s need building. Ash kissed him like he’d never get tired of it.
Harper rolled his hips. He loved the sweetness of doing nothing but kissing and the acknowledgment that they didn’t need to get off just because they were naked together, but he wanted it all. Harper couldn’t resist rubbing against Ash, a moan catching in his throat.
“Please, Ash.”
Ash ground their hips together. “Is this what you need?”
“Yes.” Harper moved with him, their thrusts meeting until they found a rhythm.
“You feel so good,” Ash said against Harper’s lips.
Harper whined, and Ash thrust into him, his breaths coming faster. Ash pressed his forehead against Harper’s, their noses rubbing. Harper got lost in it.
He wanted more and fisted his hands in Ash’s hair, arching his back as Ash ground him into the mattress. “Ash, please.”
Ash gasped, his rhythm faltering. He gazed down at Harper, his eyes flickering with a golden glow as he let out a chest-vibrating moan. The hot wetness of Ash’s release flooded Harper’s stomach, smearing all over his cock and belly as they rolled their hips.
Damnation, Ash had come just from Harper writhing and moaning beneath him. Harper rode out Ash’s orgasm, rubbing against him with everything he had, ringing all the pleasure he could from Ash.
Eventually, Ash stilled and rested his head on Harper’s chest. “Fuck, Harper, sweetheart, you make me lose my mind.” He sat back on his knees and surveyed Harper with a hungry look.
Harper glanced down at the mess smeared across his skin. Ash had marked him. Harper’s whole body flashed hot.
“I want to get on my knees for you.”
Harper’s gaze shot back to Ash. “Yeah?”
Ash licked his lips, his expression ravenous. “Oh, yes. Will you let me suck your cock?”
Harper nodded. Not like it was a hard decision.
Ash grabbed a T-shirt and wiped Harper clean, then pulled him to the edge of the bed. Ash sunk to the floor, kneeling between Harper’s spread legs.
