The words fall out of my mouth without thinking of any of the repercussions. Dollar signs blare in my head like a warning sign, but I’m at the point where that doesn’t matter anymore. My sisters would understand. We’d figure it out. The apartment is paid up for a year. We have time. I could get a real job, a regular job. The hard part is over. We have the apartment, we have the stuff, we have Chrissy… everything else is manageable. Maybe Harmon could even help me find a real job. I bet he’d do that. He’d help me figure it out because that’s the kind of person he is.
Blinking a few times, he sighs again, leaning forward to rest his forehead against mine.
“You are a wonder,” he whispers. “I knew it the moment I saw you and couldn’t take my eyes off you. I’m so lucky you came into my life.”
“I’m the lucky one,’ I argue.
“No,” he breathes. “Money is a made up thing. It means nothing. It comes and goes. But this? Whatever this is that I am feeling right now, this very moment?” He grips my hips. “This isn’t something I can get at a store or on a whim.Thisis special.” His hands move up to cup my cheeks.“Youare special.”
His lips brush mine in a gentle, sweet kiss. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him even closer and trying to ignore the emotion welling in my throat.
I want to argue about the meaning of money, that it’s okay for him to say something like that because he has enough of it, but my sisters and I have always gotten by and we’ve always been happy and figured things out. It’s been stressful, but we’ve had each other. Harmon has had no one. So… despite wanting to argue, I understand what he means. And it makes my decision easier to make.
Money can be made. Happiness cannot. And I can’t deny that being with Harmon makes me happy. The way he looks at me, guides me, teaches me, takes care of me… it’s a happiness I’ve never felt before.
He breaks our kiss, his forehead going to mine again.
“Let me take you to bed,” he says. “My bed.”
I nod, unable to form words. He smiles at me, a mischievous look in his eye before he bends and tosses me over his shoulder, holding me in place with his arm around my thighs.
“Holy—”
He laughs as he moves towards the stairs. “What? Did you not think I was capable of this?”
“I mean… I didn’t really think about it, but yes, actually. I did not think this was something you could do.”
“I’m stronger than I look.”
“You look real good though.” I smack his ass, since it’s right in my face and so very tempting.
He chuckles again, reaching the top landing and turning down the hall. I’ve never been in his bedroom, but I do recall his bathroom, and if it’s anything like that—which I assume it will be—it’s going to be luxurious.
We enter a room with dark hardwood floors and deep blue rugs. He places me onto a soft bed and crawls over me. He doesn’t give me even a second to look around. His mouth is on mine, hands sliding beneath my shirt. I grasp at his hair, tugging on the strands more firmly than he tugs on my hair. He groans into my mouth, so I keep doing it, holding onto him tighter, trying to show him that I don’t want this to end.
We take each other's clothes off, not in a rush. We’re taking our time, going with it. There’s no need to rush… we’ve both accepted this is how it’s going to be now, so we don’t feel like we’re on a time constraint.
Harmon sits back on his calves once we’re both naked and makes a show, holding eye contact with me, of spitting into his hand. He takes both our dicks and strokes them. I groan, thrusting up slowly into his palm, unable to even stop myself.
“You feel so good,” I breathe out, grasping the blanket for something to hold on to.
His gaze is on his hand, holding us both. I glance down at our cocks held together, glistening with precum and saliva. It’s so hot to see his hand wrapped around us. I watch for a moment longer, then swipe his hand away and sit up, pressing my palm to his chest.
“Lie down.”
He holds my gaze but moves to the top of the bed and lies on his back.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I say as I crawl to him and settle between his thighs.
Harmon has a thick cock that is going to give me a jaw ache for sure, but it’ll be worth it.
I drag my tongue along the crown, licking up his precum before sucking on the tip.
He lets out a ragged moan that has my dick throbbing. I take him deeper before lifting up and going back down. I take more and more of him each time, allowing my jaw to get used to his size.
Harmon’s hands come around my jaw, holding while he thrusts into my mouth gently, urging himself deeper.
“You take my cock so well. In your ass, your mouth… you were made for me, Cassius.”