With or Without Him (31 page)

Tyler laughed and nipped the fleshy pad of his palm, pulling it between his teeth and Haris felt the drag in his balls.

“I’m too wired to sleep,” Tyler said. “I’m just so happy Jeremy’s not dead. Not because I could have been in so much shit but yeah, that too.”

A groan burst from Haris’s throat when Tyler sucked two of his fingers into his mouth. Why did that make him ache? His palm tingled from the press of Tyler’s teeth and lips, and he lifted his other hand to Tyler’s hair and let the short locks slip through his fingers. He accidentally touched the lump on his head and Tyler flinched.

“Sorry,” Haris mumbled. “You’re concussed. Are you sure…?”

“You know, you’re right. I’m not well. Why don’t we read a book?”

Tyler held a straight face for no more than a couple of seconds before he snorted. Need rose inside Haris like a tsunami. It grew, spread and overwhelmed every cell until his body flooded with want, desire spilling over to choke him.

Nothing in his life had ever felt like this.

Tyler climbed onto his lap and their cocks pressed against each other. Haris spread his hands on Tyler’s butt and ran his fingers down the crease, brushing the pad of his middle finger over the entrance to Tyler’s body. Tyler moaned and kissed him, tentative at first, a soft and slow exploration of his mouth until Haris dragged him closer, held him tighter, their cocks doing some kissing of their own, before he fell back on the bed with Tyler on top, his tongue twisting like a cyclone around his own.

How many hands does he have?
They seemed to be everywhere, around his cock, running over his chest and stomach, in his hair. Tyler twisted one of Haris’s nipples with his fingers and sucked at the other until Haris gasped beneath him in a swirl of pleasure and pain, his chest heaving. The guy found every place on his body to set fires burning.

Tyler gazed down, flushed and panting. “I’m hungry. I want your cock in my mouth.”

A shiver of delight skated down Haris’s spine and his buttocks tensed. Tyler slipped onto the floor and maneuvered Haris until his legs were on the bed and spread. Haris leaned up on his elbows to watch. Tyler’s lips parted and his tongue reached out to touch the very tip of Haris’s cock. Goose bumps spread over his chest and it hurt to breathe.

“You taste so good,” Tyler whispered.

He watched mesmerized as Tyler leaned forward, slowly licked his lips and then enveloped the top couple of inches of his shaft in his hot mouth. Haris sucked air, reminding himself he needed to inhale. They stared at each other and he had the feeling Tyler was looking for something from him apart from lust.
What does he need me to say? You’re the best I’ve ever had?
He was.
You have the sweetest mouth, the tightest butt?
He did.
I don’t want you to leave me at the end of the four months.
He didn’t.
Oh fuck.

Tyler teased him, his tongue barely grazing his cock but each tiny lick wound Haris tighter, made his balls dance faster. Watching him rub the crown over his lips was almost as much of a turn on as the feel.
This beautiful man is mine.
Don’t hurt him.
Tyler ran his tongue along the underside of Haris’s crest, igniting the sensitive nerve endings and lights flashed behind his eyes as his gut clenched.

“Tyler,” he whispered.

“What?”

I love you.

Chapter Seventeen

Haris knew the words hadn’t come out of his mouth. Maybe he didn’t love him. If he did, wouldn’t he have been able to say it? He was befuddled by desire, his heart pounding hard enough to crack his ribs. You don’t tell a guy you love him just because he has his tongue up your arse.
Oh Christ.
It felt so fucking good, so fucking bad, so fucking perfect that Haris wanted Tyler to do this forever. And when he pushed one lubed finger inside him and then two, he wanted him to do that forever as well.

Almost impossible to keep watching. His eyes kept closing and then popping open because he didn’t want to miss a thing. He lay back on the bed with his knees bent, his legs wide open, his fists clenching the covers, strange guttural cries spilling involuntarily from his lips.

Tyler’s fingers scissored in his ass and the moment Haris’s gaze locked with his, the guy took almost all Haris’s dick into his mouth.
Shit, fuck, oh hell. Don’t you have a gag reflex?

The head of his cock brushed the back of Tyler’s throat and Haris moaned. “Oh fuck…that’s…”

Could cocks burst? Because his felt so hard and swollen, it was an actual worry. When his hips arched up into Tyler’s downward swallow, Tyler’s hand settled on his thigh to keep him flat. Silky strings of saliva and pre-come dribbled down Tyler’s chin, and he could see the mischief on his face as he twisted his tongue around his cock. Short fast sucks, hard deep gulps, whatever Tyler did just about blew his mind.

But not quite. Haris wanted to prolong the journey toward orgasm as long as he could, take the roundabout route to completion until the thrill of mounting anticipation had invaded every part of his body. Shivers of excitement rippled across his flesh leaving goose bumps behind. Pressure built in his head until the back of his skull throbbed. The ache in his belly intensified. Like a dragster gathering speed, he sprinted faster and faster toward his goal. His dick swelled and jerked, his sweat-soaked body tensed and his balls—

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he blurted and then he was unraveling in a blaze of heat, everything racing, his heart, his head, his words and his seed, spilling into Tyler’s mouth in long wrenching spasms as his body turned itself inside out. He could feel Tyler swallowing and the pressure of his mouth around his cock just about drove the last remnants of sense from his head.

With every burst of come, Haris cried out, his balls intent on emptying themselves and Tyler just as intent on capturing every drop. And when the last spasm died away and he sagged boneless on the bed, all he could think about was when he could do it again.

Tyler crawled over him, supporting himself on his elbows, staring down into his face, his chest heaving. His black hair was a mess, his lips glistened with saliva and semen, and Haris didn’t think he’d ever seen anything sexier. He pulled him down and kissed him, tasting himself and Tyler, feeling the long hardness of his cock sandwiched between them. Since he was having problems telling Tyler what he meant to him, maybe he could show him. When they pulled apart to take a breath, Haris spoke before he lost his nerve.

“I want to feel you inside me.”

Tyler smiled. He stretched an arm toward the nightstand and Haris caught his elbow.

“
Really
feel you.”

He saw the instant Tyler understood what he meant. Haris held himself absolutely still while his heart rate zoomed off the scale. Did Tyler understand all of it? What he was doing? Trusting him with?

“Even after you found out what I…” Tyler mumbled, his gaze sliding away.

“You told me you were clean. I believe you.”

Part of Haris’s brain was yelling at him not to be so stupid, the other part had its tongue out, panting. But the longer Tyler didn’t say anything, the more anxious Haris became. Had he misjudged this?

“Or get a condom. That’s just as good,” Haris blurted.

“I wouldn’t know,” Tyler whispered.

“Me neither.”

Tyler’s laugh dragged one from him too.

“Maybe it’s crap without,” Tyler said and then his eyes widened and he laughed harder.

“Probably.” Haris smiled.

Tyler sighed. “Thing is, I decided a long time ago that I’d only ever go bareback with one person. I’ve been really careful. I know the trick some guys play of whipping a condom off at the last minute. No one has ever fucked me without protection. I’ve never fucked anyone without it either. I had it in my head that I wanted to wait for when I found that special guy. One I could completely trust.”

“Sor—”

Tyler put his hand over his mouth. “Let me finish. Waiting seemed even more important once I’d started to go to Prescott’s parties. Not just because of the risk but because I thought waiting was the one thing I could hang onto, going bareback the single thing I had to share that I hadn’t given anyone else. So I know what you’re offering here. I know what a big deal it is because it is for me too.”

Haris moved his hand. “If I’m not the right—”

Tyler put his hand back. “You are the right man. You think I don’t want to do this? Hell yes. I’m scared I’ll come before I even get all the way inside you.”

He moved his hand from Haris’s mouth.

“Only one way to find out,” Haris said.

For a long moment, they stared into each other’s eyes and then Tyler kissed him so wildly, Haris’s head buzzed.
Is this what it’s like to inhale cocaine?
Their tongues fought and tussled, their teeth clashing, as they licked and bit and sucked all over each other’s faces. The intensity of the kiss, the electric power of it, was enough to kick-start Haris’s cock and despite the fact that he’d just come, he began to thicken again. Tyler was relentless. He pushed his legs back so he could touch him, lick him, lave his cock and then his fingers were back on his butt and—
where did he get that lube?—
he was teasing him into opening, by circling his anus, pressing with his thumb.
Oh Christ.

“Fuck, let me in,” Tyler muttered.

His asshole was listening even if his head was still struggling. His muscles gave way and Tyler’s thumb slipped inside, to be replaced by two fingers. Haris’s muscles burned at the intrusion, clenching around the fingers as they twisted and thrust into his body. A brush against his prostate and the breath caught in Haris’s throat. He wanted more, needed something longer, harder, thicker, and bucked up into Tyler’s hand.

“Need. You. Now.” Haris forced out the words.

Tyler pulled his fingers out and lined up his cock. Haris could see him shaking. The sensation of the soft, silky cockhead caressing his puckered anus dragged another groan from Haris’s throat.

“Can’t go slow. Sorry,” Tyler blurted and thrust long and hard, burying his cock balls-deep inside him.

Slight pain morphed almost instantly to acute pleasure. Tyler had his eyes shut, his head thrown back, his face screwed up, but looking just as gorgeous as when he smiled.

“A hundred and seventy two multiplied by thirteen,” Tyler gasped.

“Two thousand two hundred and thirty six.”

“You’re not supposed to bloody tell me. I’m trying to distract myself.” He opened one eye and glared at Haris. “How come you can still think straight? How come you can work it out that fast?”

“Good at maths, good at multi-tasking, just good.”

Tyler groaned. “Well, see if you can count to ten before I come. Anything over ten is a miracle.”

Haris looked down as Tyler began to move, and watching a bare cock slide in and out of him sent a rush of blood to his head and shivers down his spine. It actually didn’t feel much different to being fucked with a condom, but doing this brought him closer to Tyler. How crazy to think he could avoid emotional entanglement with this guy. Tyler had him wrapped in invisible ropes.

Tyler moaned and groaned and every sound he made echoed inside Haris.

“Are you fucking counting?” Tyler gasped.

“Five.”

Tyler moved his hips faster, his hands gripping Haris’s legs, pushing them back as he shoved forward.

“Six.”

He looks so beautiful.

Tyler held himself upright, his body rigid while his hips shifted like pistons.

“Three,” Haris blurted and his reward was a quirk of Tyler’s sexy lips.

“More like sixteen. You…okay?” Tyler asked.

“Perfect.”

“So fucking tight and hot and oh Christ.”

Tyler came apart, spilling himself inside him and Haris thought he’d never seen or felt anything more perfect in his life. As Tyler slumped down and Haris wrapped his legs and arms around him, he whispered, “A miraculous ten minutes,” in his ear and felt Tyler shake against him as he laughed.

But when Haris tried again to tell him he loved him, he couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come out.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Tyler hopped on one leg as he struggled to get into his pants. “I’m late. Last day at college. I’m supposed to be having my term end assessment this morning.”

“You’re supposed to be speaking to the police this morning.”

Tyler glanced across to Haris who still lay in bed. “Stop looking so tempting.”

Haris laughed. “I’ve got to get up anyway, but call the police and Michael Dunnock and tell him when to meet you.”

Tyler fumbled with his zipper. “You think I still need a lawyer?”

“I think it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Tyler flung himself back on the bed, kissed Haris and then rolled off again. “See you later.”

He made it to college with minutes to spare. He’d phoned the hospital to ask how Jeremy was but they wouldn’t tell him. When he’d pushed, at least they reassured him he was alive. Tyler’s heart pounded as he knocked on the door of his tutor’s room. He felt as if he’d hardly slept last night, not helped by the fact that Haris insisted on waking him when he did fall asleep because he’d read that was what you were supposed to do if someone had a concussion. Though Tyler didn’t think the treatment also included fucking. He grinned.