Page 97 of Wishing Hearts

I bottom out in one deep thrust because I’m well aware Harrison prefers stretching on my cock. He doesn’t mind the initial biting sting, not as long as I give him a moment to adjust. And that’s what I do, stalling out against his ass, running my hands over his torso and along his sides. I worship him with my fingers, this beautiful man.

So perfect. So perfect for me.

When he starts shifting against my hips, I pull back and give him a firm thrust.

“Yes, Sam,” he breathes, the exclamation muffled.

“Stud,” I say, grinning wildly as I lean forward and fuck into him hard. His arms are resting up above his head, and his cock rubs over my stomach as my hips slap his ass. “You don’t gotta be quiet tonight.”

“You wanna”—his breath huffs out as he bounces on my cock—“make me scream?”

I groan. “That a challenge?”

He nods. “Mhm.”

“All right,” I say, getting up on my knees and holding his hips tight. “You might wanna hold onto somethin’.”

Harrison bites his lip as I slam into him, and his hands fold around the rope stretched taut between him and the headboard. I don’t take it easy. I fuck Harrison as hard as I’ve ever dared to, and he takes every thrust with relish, his sounds getting louder, his body becoming more and more slack.

The way he’s laid out before me—legs around my hips and ass off the mattress, arms tied up, and hooded gaze pinned on my person—it’s not something I’ll ever forget. It’s the single most intense moment of my life. Harrison is bound, but he’s open. I can see it in his eyes. In the way he’s surrendered. And knowing he trusts me with his body like this, that he trusts me to take care of him, makes me want to shout my joy.

Until a tear leaks out the corner of Harrison’s eye.

I halt in an instant, my pulse skyrocketing. “Stud,” I say in alarm.

He shakes his head rapidly.

“Shit. It’s too much?” I ask, reaching for the rope.

“No,” he says loudly, shaking his head again. “Don’t. Don’t untie me. Don’t stop. Don’t let go, Sam.”

My breath stutters out as I realize what he’s saying, and I ease myself down against Harrison’s chest, cloaking him with my body. He holds eye contact, his gaze swimming.

“I’m not lettin’ go,” I say firmly. “Stud, you’re not my second choice. You hear? There’s no way I’m lettin’ you go.”

Another tear slips down the side of his face, and I curse, rubbing my thumb along the line. But Harrison turns his face, settling his cheek into my palm.

“I’m not on my own anymore,” he says quietly. “Am I?”

“No,” I croak out. “No, you’re not.”

And neither am I.

He hiccups, nearly a sob, before he looks up at me again. “I love you, Sam.”

I freeze, my already still body tensing as I stare down into Harrison’s eyes. I’m almost afraid I heard him wrong. Afraid my mind is spinning fantasies.

But Harrison repeats himself.

“I love you. And I know I probably shouldn’t be telling you this while your cock is buried inside me, but it’s been rolling around my head all night long, for days really, and it just…it’s too big. Too much. I can’t keep it inside any longer. I love you, Sammy. I love you so much.”

My breath catches and releases, chest clenching tight as Harrison watches me, those blue eyes never wavering.

“You love me?” I ask, nearly in disbelief. No one has ever. Not like that.

He nods, a slow roll of his head against the pillow. “So damn much.”

“I…I’m in chaps,” I point out, hardly even aware of the words coming out of my mouth. “I’m wearin’ chaps right now, and my dick is up your ass.”

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