Raising the Bar (5 page)

After Harper slowly withdrew, Dylan leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

Standing, hard as a pike and hungry for more, Harper looked his lover over, gratified to find the drugged pleasure there in Dylan’s cloudy green eyes.

“You are incredible,” Dylan said hoarsely. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Anything I want, I think you said.”

Dylan straightened. “I said that?” He stared at Harper, his gaze drawing down Harper’s body to his jeans. “You need to get naked first.”

“Take them off me.”

Dylan took his time. “You’re bossy, you know that?”

“I… Oh yeah.” He blew out a breath when Dylan unbuttoned his fly, giving him some relief from the pressure. He was so hard.

Dylan pulled him out, pushing his underwear and jeans down to his thighs. “You’re a big boy yourself.” He held Harper in hand and sucked on his nipples.

Harper rocked into his touch and wrapped an arm around Dylan’s back, keeping him close. “Yeah, that’s good. Your mouth is so warm.”

Dylan continued to suck, alternating between Harper’s nipples. Then he slowly kissed his way down Harper’s body, until he knelt between Harper’s legs. With his jeans trapping his legs, Harper couldn’t spread his feet any wider. But then Dylan was running that amazing mouth across his pelvis and lower, all over his shaft. Those soft yet firm lips dragged the length of his cock.

“You’re so big,” Dylan murmured. “I like a fat cock. But yours is long too. Wonder if it’ll fit in my mouth?”

Harper groaned. “Tease.”

Dylan chuckled. He cupped Harper’s balls and nibbled at Harper’s tip. “You want my mouth, sexy?”

“More,” Harper breathed and pushed himself between Dylan’s lips. He’d never seen anything better than his cock in that man’s beautiful mouth. “Let me fuck you. Hold still.” He held Dylan’s head and shallowly thrust between his lips, making sure not to move too deep. He had no idea how far he could push Dylan, and Harper didn’t want to end this yet. Not now, tonight, or for a while to come.

He continued to thrust in and out, but when he neared his end, he withdrew. “I want you on the bed. On your hands and knees. Spread for me,” he growled between breaths.

Dylan stared up at him, his lips slick, his cheeks flushed. “I don’t know…”

“No, you don’t. But I’ll make it so good for you. Want to come again, Doc?”

Dylan opened his mouth and closed it. He seemed undecided, but a glance at Dylan’s erection told Harper the man could find satisfaction again if he let himself.

“I’ll be gentle. But it’ll sting.” Harper wouldn’t lie. Not that he had to. Dylan could see his size.

“Fuck. Okay, but you’d better lube up. No lube, no way in hell.”

Harper chuckled and took off the rest of his clothes. “I’ve got condoms and lube in the drawer.” He left to fetch them while Dylan moved to the bed and waited on his hands and knees, his ass so tight and bitable.

After putting on a condom, Harper slathered himself with lube, then moved to put some in Dylan. But that ass beckoned. He moved closer and kissed the small of Dylan’s back.

Dylan tensed. “What are you doing?”

“What I’ve been dreaming about since I saw you this morning.”

Dylan groaned, but Harper didn’t stop. He continued to kiss his way over Dylan’s cheeks and licked at his tight hole. Dylan blew out a breath as Harper licked and then shoved his tongue inside Dylan’s ass.

“Oh fuck. That’s good.”

Harper pulled back to see tight balls, and he reached under with his free hand and gripped Dylan’s thick cock. “You’ve got stamina. I like that.”

“Get inside me already,” Dylan ordered. “Or I’ll come without you.”

“Tsk, tsk.” Harper let him go, then slowly, gently, lubricated Dylan’s tight ass. “Oh yeah. You’ve been a long time without someone in here.” He paused. “You sure about this?” Why he’d even ask again, when he wanted inside Dylan like nothing else, he didn’t know. But it meant everything that Dylan not have regrets about tonight.

“Don’t make me beg.” Dylan’s growl settled the matter, and with a hoarse chuckle, Harper joined him on the bed.

He nudged Dylan’s knees farther apart, then put himself at Dylan’s hole. “I wish you could see this. Watching as I disappear inside your ass.” Harper slowly inched inside. “Push out. Tell me when it hurts.”

“You’re so big. Oh yeah. It stings. Give me more,” Dylan whispered. “Fuck,
more
.”

Harper didn’t want to hurt him, but he couldn’t stop himself from surging deeper. Dylan fit him like a glove, like a hot, silken sheath that would soon milk him of every drop of seed he possessed.

“Yes. That’s it. So fucking good.” Harper moaned and slid deeper still, until he couldn’t move any more. He sat like that a moment, trembling from the effort not to fuck Dylan until he came.

“You’re huge. I feel you in my throat,” Dylan moaned. “Move. Give it all to me.”

“You’re…okay?” He held Dylan’s waist, his hands clasped over the muscled flesh. A thought flashed out of nowhere, and he wondered what Freddy would think if she could see them like this. Would she be freaked? Or would she find it as arousing as he did?

“I will be. Fuck me already,” Dylan moaned.

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m in control here, Doc.” Harper slowly pulled back before pushing forward again. He rocked leisurely, gently inside Dylan, fully aware that they were joined more than physically. “You feel perfect. So damn good.” The image of himself coming inside Dylan, without a condom, made him push harder.

“Yeah. That’s—
oh, yeah.
” Dylan backed against him when Harper changed his angle.

Now knowing where to touch his doc, he fucked harder, aware Dylan was jerking himself off as Harper took him.

“Oh shit. I’m going to come again. Come with me, Harper. Yes, oh yes.” Dylan groaned as he clenched tight around Harper.

Unable to stop himself, Harper rammed harder and faster until his climax obliterated everything. He continued to pump, unloading into the condom as he came, whispering praise to his sexy lover. Finally the two of them stopped moving, the sounds of their heavy breathing and grunting all that could be heard.

“I made a mess,” Dylan confessed. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard. Well, except for before, in your mouth.” He sounded like he was smiling.

Harper wanted to see him, to look into his eyes. He carefully withdrew and flopped beside him. “You okay?” he asked softly.

“Better than okay.” The smile Dylan gave him opened something in Harper he hadn’t felt in too long. And he didn’t want it to end.

“How about we clean up? There’s a big shower in there.” Harper glanced down at himself and sighed. “And I made my own mess.”

Dylan glanced down. “Wow. That’s a lot of come, Harper. Been a while for you too?”

“Uh, well, a few months at least. But this is pretty standard for me.”

“You’re blushing. Aren’t you cute.” Dylan laughed at him, but before he could dodge the attack, Harper pinned him to the bed.

“I was right. You do need discipline.” He left the bed and hauled Dylan behind him. “Okay, slave. Make our shower ready. Then after you clean me, maybe I’ll let you suck me off. To reward you.”

Dylan sputtered, and Harper grinned at his pique. “Slave?” Dylan muttered. “I’ll show you slave. I’ll have you begging me and moaning my name. See if I don’t.”

Oh boy, but he did.

As Freddy watched another vampire rerun on television, she wondered if Harper had nailed the hot guy he’d been with. Dealing with her attraction to Harper was bad enough. The guy he’d brought with him, Dylan something, had nearly fried her to a crisp.

Both men were big, but where Harper had that rough, bad-boy thing going for him, Dylan seemed more refined. Especially wearing nice clothes that made him look smart, professional and beyond sexy. The barbarian and the model—what she wouldn’t give to be the meat in
that
sandwich. She sighed. God, it had been
so
long since she’d had a relationship that excited her.

She turned off the TV, marveling at the incongruity of being part owner of a sex club and getting less action than her octogenarian neighbors. She admitted she was picky about her boyfriends, but it had been over two years since her relationship with Mike and Tim had ended, and a year since she and Lou had broken up, and she still hadn’t found anyone who tripped her switch. Well, not like Harper or Dylan. Someone attainable.

Those guys didn’t count. For a while she’d thought she and Harper had a mutual attraction going on. But he visited the club so infrequently she rarely saw him. And when she’d heard about his visits on the rare times she’d had a day off, she’d heard he’d hooked up with guys. The chemistry she’d seen between him and Dylan had been unmistakable.

So much for her gaydar. Yet she could too easily picture him and Dylan kissing, and her heart raced in excitement.
That
she’d love to see.

“I
so
need to get laid.”

Guys always said women had it easy. They had no idea about reality. Sure, if she wanted to catch a venereal disease or chance getting it on with a serial killer, she could easily hook up with strangers online. Most people thought that a woman in to an alternative lifestyle was either a slut or immoral. She’d had several offers from members at the club, people who actually understood that
kink
didn’t equal
unclean
, but one good thing she’d learned from her father was to keep her personal and business lives separate. One more reason not to have anything to do with Harper…or Dylan.

The club offered her steady income. Alienating paying patrons when the sex inevitably led to boredom would lose her customers. Besides that, she liked her work. She didn’t want to feel uncomfortable about seeing anyone after they broke up or they had bad sex.

She fell asleep dreaming about Harper and Dylan and woke Saturday morning to the phone ringing off the hook. “Yeah?” she growled into the receiver. Then she turned the phone around and barked again, “Yeah?”

“Easy, Freddy. It’s me.”

“Brian, get a life, would you?” Ironic, coming from her. “It’s eight o’clock on a Saturday morning. Please tell me you’re not working.”

Her brother needed to get a life even more than she did. Though he’d invested in the club to help get her business started, he remained a silent partner, making his money doing corporate investments and logistical development for big businesses. He’d recently moved back to Augusta and she couldn’t have been happier. She’d missed him when he’d left ten years ago, but she’d understood his need to escape from their father and find himself. She was still trying to figure life out after twenty-nine years and was no closer to finding the answers than Brian.

“Hey. I have things to do. A house to decorate.” He sounded way too cheerful over so menial a task. “Come over and help me.”

She moaned.

“Oh please. What are you doing right now?”

“Besides lying in bed and praying for your early demise?”

He sneered. “You have no life. Get your ass out of bed and come help me decorate my house. I’m doing a Christmas party this year, and you’re good at crap like that.”

She was. But she was even better at sleeping in and loafing—what she’d planned to do today. Though she loved her job, a girl needed her downtime.

Pouring drinks and listening to people gave her a connection to others she’d been trying to establish forever, thanks to an unavailable father. She knew her shortcomings because she’d always prided herself on being honest—especially with herself. Of course, she didn’t have to admit her issues to anyone out loud. Her secrets stayed secret.

“What do I get if I help you?” Her brother was a notorious cheapskate. At least around her.

“Breakfast?”

“That’s it?”

“Well, what else do you want?”

I want some hot, sweaty sex with men who have stars in their eyes for me.
Not something she could share with her brother. “How about a really
good
breakfast? You have to make me French toast.”

He sighed. “Fine. Then pick up eggs and bread on the way over.” He paused. “How about some coffee and milk too? And cinnamon.”

Two hours and fifty dollars worth of groceries later, she sat with her brother at his new kitchen counter and ate the French toast
she’d
made. At least he’d paid for the groceries.

“You suck,” she said around a mouthful of calories she’d burn off just breathing. Some women had to worry about losing weight. She usually worried about not gaining enough.

“Yeah yeah. You’re eating, aren’t you?” He sipped his coffee. “You know, I’m still surprised I love this house. After living in condos and shitty apartments over the years, I didn’t think I’d ever want grass. But I have a yard and a pool. I like this.”

“You’re getting old.”

He laughed. “Probably.” Just five years her senior, Brian had spent the majority of his life doing what their father wanted. Then he’d seen the light and left Brian Senior behind. Freddy could have told him their father would never find anything Brian did good enough, but then, she was the bad daughter who’d chosen to live with her mother after the divorce, so what did she know?