Page 55 of Wishing Hearts

“I take it back,” Harrison groans, leg wobbling slightly as I spear my tongue inside his ass. “Devil. You’re most definitely the devil.”

“You want me to stop?” I ask, slipping my finger inside his body instead.

He plants his forehead against his arms, which are flat against the shower wall. “Don’t you”—a huffing breath as I rub against his prostate—“fucking dare.”

I kiss Harrison’s ass cheek as I fuck him with a single digit. I really do adore it, his ass. Well, all of him really. But his ass is something else.

He curses lightly, locking his knee. “Two.”

“You sure?” Harrison doesn’t have any lube in his shower—silly man—and I don’t want to hurt him. No more than he wants, at least.

But he nods against his forearm. “Two.”

I spit against my fingers before bringing them back to Harrison’s asshole. He adjusts his stance, standing wider, and the steam from the shower curls around him like mist. It’s quite a sight from my position on the tile floor.

Harrison pushes against me as I slip two fingers inside his body, and I damn near combust on the spot. He takes me so well.

I nuzzle my face against his pert cheek, skimming my lips over the downy hairs there. Fucking sexy. He smells like melon, too. His soap, as I found out. I want to eat him up.

“Sammy,” Harrison croaks.

“Yeah, stud. What d’you need?”

“To come,” he manages. “I need to come.”

Grabbing a hold of his hip, I spin Harrison until his back is against the tile wall. The stream of water buffets my side as I edge closer, reaching between Harrison’s legs to rub against his hole. As I slip back into his body, I take his cock between my lips.

“God, Sammy,” Harrison chokes, shielding his eyes with his arm for a moment before he looks back down at me, as if he can’t decide whether or not he wants to look. “I can’t… You…”

His lashes flutter closed, and he groans, legs shaking as I work the underside of his crown with my tongue. His hair is plastered against his forehead, cheeks flushed, and it might be the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

“I’m gonna come,” he says, opening his eyes at last.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking as I aim my fingers at his prostate, and Harrison starts to unload down my throat with a muttered curse. His hand lands on my head, locking me in place, and my own cock throbs, threatening to send my release down the drain. I hold it back by a hair as Harrison’s blunt fingernails rake over my buzzed head, a sigh escaping him as his cock finally calms.

“Sammy,” he states, expression soft as he looks down at me.

I let his dick go and carefully pull my fingers from his body. “Can I come on your ass?” I ask, giving myself a slow stroke.

Harrison’s expression turns almost smug as he spins back around, shoving his ass out right in front of my face. I stand quickly, boxing him in against the wall and dropping my forehead to his shoulder as I rut against his crack.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my entire body shivering, despite the humid air inside the shower.

He feels perfect. Hard. Muscular. Soft in all the right places. Warm everywhere. I anchor my hand against his abdomen as his ass cradles my dick, and Harrison twines his fingers with my own. It doesn’t take long at all to follow him into orgasm. My balls draw up tight, heat flows through my veins, and my release paints Harrison’s lower back and ass cheeks like a dirty fucking canvas.

“Ah,” I sum up with a grunt.

Harrison shakes with barely subdued laughter. “Good?” he asks cheekily.

I answer honestly. “Always good with you.”

As I let the man go, I keep my eyes on his ass for a moment, enjoying the sight of my cum on his skin. With a sigh, I aim the showerhead back our way.

Harrison grabs the soap, lathering up again quickly before rinsing himself under the spray.

“Why melon?” I ask, accepting the bottle he hands over.

His lips twitch. “It was a birthday gift from Winnie. She bought it herself with money she saved in her piggy bank because she knows I like melon. To eat,” he clarifies with a little laugh. “Didn’t have the heart to tell her it’s not really my scent.”

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