Strings Attached

Because I don’t trust people…because I don’t have more to give…

I cried out when he pushed his cock in my ass, one slow, measured thrust inside, stretching me in the best possible way.

“I want it hard,” I told him. “Hard and fast. Make me come, Harrison.”

He growled into my neck, took my cock in one hand, the other holding my hip, and let loose. His groin slapped against my ass, the desk hitting the wall as he fucked me and jerked my cock. Christ, the man could multitask. If I could do anything other than feel how expertly he plowed me, I’d tell him I was impressed.

I didn’t let him do all the work, though, shoving back to meet him, riding his dick while he rode my ass. We were loud, our grunts and breaths and moans filling the space around us. He let go of my hip, reaching for my nuts, still fucking and stroking, but then palming my full sac, playing with it.

“Give it to me. I want your load. Show me how much you like it when I take your ass.”

Those words were enough to send me over the edge. Color exploded behind my eyelids, my body weak and dissolving into nothing but sensation as I emptied my balls.

Harrison’s teeth dug into my shoulder as he thrust, and then he twitched inside me and growled into my neck again, filling the condom with his release.

We stayed that way for a moment, me bent over, him leaning across my back.

“We made a mess,” I finally said. In more ways than one.

CHAPTER TEN

Harrison

Yes, yes we had. My conversation with Warren broke through my post-sex high, but I managed to keep it from completely taking over. “Why do I have a feeling you aren’t just talking about jizz?”

“Aren’t you too old to use that word?”

“Be nice, brat. I just gave you the best sex of your life for the second time. That’s what you said the first night, isn’t it? That I was the best you’d ever had?” I cocked a brow at him when he looked at me over his shoulder. Zander’s face was flushed, and his tongue snuck out and licked at his plump bottom lip.

“I refuse to respond to that on the grounds that I didn’t tell you about it. Ross did. Oh God. Ross.” He pulled away, making my softening cock fall out of him. He dropped his head back, looked at the ceiling. “Why do I like having sex with my best friend’s dad?”

“Because I’m good?” I replied, trying to keep the mood light.

“Not helping, Harrison!” He paced the room…naked…and it struck me again how beautiful he was. How slender, yet with perfect muscle definition. The softness of his face, the innocence of it that I knew was just a facade…

I tore off the condom and tossed it into a small trash can by his desk. “I’ll take that out when I leave.” I put my hands on his waist and steered him toward the futon. “Sit.”

“Will I get a treat?”

I rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t trying to be bossy. I’m trying to be nice.” Zander always seemed so unfamiliar with people caring about him. That made me want to give him more of it, to shower him with attention so it didn’t come as such a surprise to him anymore.

He sat down, and I did the same, and…he really needed a bed. The futon was lumpy and couldn’t be good for his back. “I know this is…less than ideal.”

“You can say that again,” he replied. I opened my mouth, but he cut me off. “Don’t say that again.”

“How did you know?”

“Because it feels like something you would do. Do you think Ross will be pissed?”

I thought for a moment, even though I didn’t need to, and shook my head. “We’re close enough that he would be honest with me. If it bothered him—I mean, other than the obvious weirdness—he would tell me. That’s always been a rule between us. We tell each other the truth, about everything. Then we discuss it like adults. It’s why I’ll be telling him about today.”

“The last time he plugged his ears and sang. I think he forgot the adult part.” Zander grinned, so I knew he was being playful.

“You know how he is. He’s a big kid in most ways, and he’s easygoing. He’s always been better at that than me. He doesn’t care, but he will worry about one of us getting hurt, which is a valid concern. I don’t want to hurt you, Zander, and not only because of Ross. You’re my friend, and I care about you.”

Zander turned to look at me. “Are we really having this conversation naked?”

“It looks like we are. I know you’re on the same page, but it’s important to me to reiterate that I’m not looking for anything serious. I don’t know if I’m built that way. I’ve spent my life being responsible for my son and no one else. It was always about what was best for him and his future.”