Cammy takes the remote and starts the show again.
I can’t help but smile at the view in front of me. I drag myself over to sit beside him and don’t miss Chrissy resting her head against his shoulder. He turns to me, giving me a smile, and I fucking melt.
I close the door, turn the light off, and walk to the bed. Harmon is lying in his boxer briefs, on his phone, the light from the screen illuminating his sharp features and toned chest. It guides me right to him. I crawl onto the bed, throwing my leg over his lap. He puts his phone down immediately, his hands coming to my hips.
“Will you ever forgive me?” he asks, his voice rough.
I lean down, kissing him softly, and whisper, “I already have.”
“If you haven’t, Cassius, it’s okay to tell me. I know I messed up.”
“You did, but I know why you did it. You made it right. I can’t hold this over your head forever.”
“Well, no, but—”
“Just shut up and take my acceptance of your wrong doings.”
He chuckles, grinding his hips up and nipping at my lip.
“I’ve missed you,” he growls.
I shift so our cocks are lined up and grind down on him.
“I missed you too,” I say. “If you hadn’t noticed.”
Harmon’s hands trail down to my ass, and he squeezes, pulling me against him. Our cocks rub, the friction amazing, but it’s not enough.
“I need to feel you,” I say as he moves his lips to my jaw then to my neck.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” he says against my neck before sucking on my skin.
I moan. “I’ll try.”
“You want to bend over for me?” he asks, his voice husky.
“I want to ride you.” I sit up and reach over to my end table. He holds onto my hips to help me balance. I yank the drawer open and pull out the lube, dropping it beside us on the bed. “But first…”
I crawl down his body, kissing his neck, chest, and stomach as I go. His breathing increases, quiet moans leaving him. I tug down his boxer briefs until they’re off and toss them away. His scent takes me over when I drag my nose up his shaft.
“I missed your cock,” I tell him.
“Show me how much.”
I kiss my way back down to his balls, lick them, then go back up, sliding my tongue through his slit to lick up the precum. His breathing gets heavier, louder, his hands in my hair, tugging gently but not guiding me.
I lick around the head of his cock before taking him into my mouth and sucking on the tip, then take him to the back of my throat. He thrusts up, his cock throbbing. I want to gag, but fight it off, wanting to feel him everywhere.
I suck him off slowly, sliding my tongue up and down, kissing him, sucking his balls… making love to his dick to show him that I did miss him.
“Come here,” he growls. “Enough.” Harmon tugs on my hair, but I fight him, still wanting him in my mouth, groaning when he tugs harder. “You want to be a brat tonight?” he asks. “It’s not the place for it.”
“It’s exactly the place for it,” I say with a grin. “You can’t punish me.” I kiss the side of his mouth. “We have to be quiet.”
I move back down, wanting his cock back in my mouth, but he yanks on my hair so hard it stings.
“Your punishment will be saved. It will keep adding up until I’m able to give it to you, and you won’t like it.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” I say, licking his nipple.