Not Fake for Long by Weston Parker

26

KEIRA

Harrison looked wrecked, like he was about to go off at the slightest touch. Sweat dotted his brow and his posture was rigid with restraint. His dark hair stood up at all ends from how I’d just been hanging onto it, and his full lips were swollen and red from the force of our kisses.

They were slightly parted as he watched me coming back to earth, his pupils so dilated that there was almost none of the hazel left around them. His chest was heaving almost as much as mine was, and his jaw was tight.

“You okay?” I asked, lowering my head to brush kisses to his temples and on his eyelids. “You don’t look okay.”

“I’m fine,” he grunted, but even those two words were thick with need. Both of his hands came to my hips, and he cocked his head as he tightened his grip on me. “Stand up on your knees.”

“What?” I glanced down at where my knees rested on the couch on either side of him. “I’m already on my knees.”

“Yeah, but lift yourself up.” His voice had that low, commanding timbre to it that always reduced me to a puddle of lusty goo. “If I lay you down or even let you sit on the couch, we’re going to ruin your hair if you don’t keep your head up. So lift.”

As I did what he asked, I realized why he’d asked me to do it. One of his arms wrapped around my hips to pull me closer to him while he scooted down some while the other came up to tease my nipple.

My body still felt like a giant live wire from my orgasm. Even the lightest of his touches were sending sparks through me already.

“Hold on to me,” he commanded. “You should be able to hang onto the back of the couch as well if you want.”

Without giving me any further warning, he spread my legs and settled into position between them. It didn’t look like a terribly comfortable position to be in, but he didn’t seem to mind. When his mouth latched onto me and his fingers kept toying with my breasts, I didn’t really mind anything either.

His tongue was hot and perfect, gentler and less demanding than his fingers had been but still clearly on a mission. He licked, lapped, and sucked at me like he was never going to stop.

Mindful that I really did have to hang on, I tried to keep myself upright while he sent pleasure shooting from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head. Everything was still so sensitive that it took me no time at all before I was flying over that delicious edge again.

“Harrison,” I just about screamed as I surrendered to the white-hot pleasure coursing through me, my hips jerking and my muscles trembling as I fought to stay upright.

When I finally started coming down again, he pulled me gently into him and let me catch my breath while he stroked my back and planted soft kisses on my shoulders. I burrowed into him, my eyes closed as I tried to remember why I couldn’t just go to sleep right now.

“You okay?” he murmured to me this time.

I nodded weakly against his chest. “I just need a minute. That was intense.”

“You’re telling me,” he managed to get out, and then a hiss came out of him as I adjusted myself on his lap.

It was only then that my brain started coming back online. He’d given me two mind-blowing orgasms, but I hadn’t touched him yet. We also didn’t have much time left before I had to go finish getting ready for the wedding.

With that thought in mind, I lifted my head and planted a firm kiss on his mouth. “Your turn.”

“You have to go get dressed,” he replied, his eyes even darker now than before. “Go. I’ll be fine.”

I rolled my eyes at him before kissing a path along his jaw until I could nip at his earlobe. “There’s no way I’m leaving you right now. I just have to touch up my makeup, put on some lipstick, and then pull on a dress and shoes. We’ve got more than enough time.”

His gaze burned into mine, but it didn’t look like he was about to keep arguing. “Lucky for us, it’s not going to take much after all that.”

My hands dropped to his belt and I pulled it free. “Stop worrying. Just relax, okay? We’re going to be on time.”

Lifting his arm, he shook his watch free and glanced away from me to check it. “We’ve got about ten minutes if you only need about another twenty to get ready.”

“I don’t need another twenty to get ready,” I said as I slid off the couch and landed on my knees between his legs. “Stop trying to be a martyr. We’ll make it on time.”

He chuckled, but the sound was dry. “Trust me, I’m not trying to be a martyr. I’m not into denial. I just don’t particularly want to be responsible for you getting to Hailey’s wedding late. Your mother will crucify me.”

“Do we really have to talk about my mother right now?” I scrunched up my nose but pushed him back by his shoulders before I went for the button on his pants. “Besides, we’re a newly engaged couple tonight. Aren’t we? She’ll understand.”

“Fuck,” he murmured, peering down at me through heavy-lidded eyes as I unzipped him. Finally, he dropped his head back and glared at the ceiling while his throat worked. “You’re right. Let’s not talk about your mother right now. Let’s just be a newly engaged couple and not get judgey when I don’t last long.”

“You’ve already lasted long,” I said as I pushed down the waistband of his pants and took his underwear with them, prompting him to lift his ass so I could pull both garments off. Once I had his shoes, pants, and underwear in a pile next to me, I looked up at him. “For the next few minutes, could you just focus on me and not on Hailey, or the wedding, or my mother?”

“That’s not going to be a problem,” he promised, his gaze following my hands as my fingertips danced up his thighs.

When I set my sights on my prize, I swallowed hard. I’d just had two spectacular orgasms but seeing him so hard and needy made me go right back to feeling the same way. Harrison’s cock had magical powers, I swore it. It sure as heck enchanted me.

Long and curved slightly to my left, it was thick enough to stretch me out and was glistening with wetness on top. As I took him between my lips, I wasn’t sure which one of us moaned louder.

I sneaked a quick peek at him, finding his hands fisted on the couch at his sides and his eyes now closed. The muscles in his stomach were dipping and rippling as I sucked him in deeper, and whispered curses met my ears.

My hands joined in then, one of them moving between his legs to play with his balls while the other wrapped around his shaft. His neck was straining and his hips were starting to thrust into my mouth.

Squeezing my thighs together, I tried not to think about how good it would feel to have him sinking into me right then. A couple minutes before, I hadn’t thought I’d be able to have another orgasm, but I wasn’t so sure anymore.

Stop being greedy, I chastised myself. He’s waited this long. Focus on him.

The closer I felt him getting though, the more difficult it was not to touch myself as well as him. Moaning and squirming right along with him, I felt my core tightening when he swelled in my mouth.

“Get on top of me. Now,” he suddenly demanded. “There’s a condom in my pocket.”

Not wasting any time, I kept my mouth on him while I reached for his pants. I found his wallet easily and felt the foil wrapper as soon as I dipped my fingers in. Moving as fast as I could, I rolled it over him and then climbed back onto his lap.

The look in his eyes sent sparks flying through me. It was a wild, primal expression that made him look like he was going to explode if he didn’t have me right that very minute. I’d never been looked at like that before, and I definitely liked it.

His hands came to my hips, and he slammed me down on him with a loud groan as soon as I was in position. Without waiting, he started thrusting into me while bringing one of his hands to my clit and the other to the nape of my neck.

“Are you going to be able to come for me?” he whispered harshly, his dark eyes locked on mine.

I nodded once, angling myself until I felt him everywhere I needed him. “I am, and soon. For some reason, giving you blowjobs gets me really hot.”

He groaned again, mashing his lips to mine and speaking between kisses. “I can definitely live with that. Come for me, Keira. I need you to come for me so fucking badly.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I murmured, then kissed him back while I worked with him to give him what he needed.

All the different sensations got the better of me within seconds. The feeling of my nipples brushing against his chest, of him buried deep inside me, and of feeling his muscles tremble as he tried to fight his own release.

The next thing I knew, I went off like a firework once more. The orgasm ripped through me, setting me on fire as I shouted his name and rode him like my life depended on it.

He wasn’t far behind me, letting go almost the same second I did. A roar came out of him when his climax hit, and I felt him emptying himself into the condom before he collapsed back against the couch.

For several minutes, neither of us moved. I didn’t even know if I’d be capable of movement for the rest of the night. Eventually, though, I knew I couldn’t put it off any longer.

“I should go finish getting ready,” I said. “Even though I really don’t want to.”

“I really don’t want you to either,” he said with a soft tap to my ass. “But you’re right. We really need to get going soon. Need me to help you to your bedroom?”

I chuckled softly and shook my head as I tested my limbs. “If you get anywhere near my bedroom, we might miss the wedding altogether. I’ll be back in a few.”

When I finally managed to get up, I paused in my bedroom door to look back at him. He was still sitting on the couch, his head resting against the back of it as he stared absently at the ceiling. I’d have paid good money to know what was going on in his head at that very moment, but I left him to his thoughts.

I didn’t have good money to pay and I doubted he’d want it anyway. Besides, I had a wedding to get ready for, and he wasn’t wrong about my mother crucifying us if we were late.