With Or Without Him Part 29

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 l.u.s.t. What does he need me to say? You're the best I've ever had? He was. You have the sweetest mouth, the tightest b.u.t.t? He did. I don't want you to leave me at the end of the four months. He didn't. Oh f.u.c.k.

Tyler teased him, his tongue barely grazing his c.o.c.k but each tiny lick wound Haris tighter, made his b.a.l.l.s 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 a.r.s.e. Oh Christ. It felt so f.u.c.king good, so f.u.c.king bad, so f.u.c.king 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 a.s.s and the moment Haris's gaze locked with his, the guy took almost all Haris's d.i.c.k into his mouth. s.h.i.+t, f.u.c.k, oh h.e.l.l. Don't you have a gag reflex?

The head of his c.o.c.k brushed the back of Tyler's throat and Haris moaned. "Oh f.u.c.k...that's..."

Could c.o.c.ks 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 c.o.c.k. Short fast sucks, hard deep gulps, whatever Tyler did just about blew his mind.

But not quite. Haris wanted to prolong the journey toward o.r.g.a.s.m as long as he could, take the roundabout route to completion until the thrill of mounting antic.i.p.ation had invaded every part of his body. s.h.i.+vers of excitement rippled across his flesh leaving goose b.u.mps 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 d.i.c.k swelled and jerked, his sweat-soaked body tensed and his b.a.l.l.s- "f.u.c.kf.u.c.kf.u.c.kf.u.c.kf.u.c.k," 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 c.o.c.k just about drove the last remnants of sense from his head.

With every burst of come, Haris cried out, his b.a.l.l.s 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 s.e.m.e.n, and Haris didn't think he'd ever seen anything s.e.xier. He pulled him down and kissed him, tasting himself and Tyler, feeling the long hardness of his c.o.c.k 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 c.r.a.p 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 f.u.c.ked me without protection. I've never f.u.c.ked 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? h.e.l.l 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 clas.h.i.+ng, 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k and then his fingers were back on his b.u.t.t and-where did he get that lube?-he was teasing him into opening, by circling his a.n.u.s, pressing with his thumb. Oh Christ.

"f.u.c.k, let me in," Tyler muttered.

His a.s.shole 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 c.o.c.k. Haris could see him shaking. The sensation of the soft, silky c.o.c.khead caressing his puckered a.n.u.s dragged another groan from Haris's throat.

"Can't go slow. Sorry," Tyler blurted and thrust long and hard, burying his c.o.c.k b.a.l.l.s-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 b.l.o.o.d.y 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 c.o.c.k slide in and out of him sent a rush of blood to his head and s.h.i.+vers down his spine. It actually didn't feel much different to being f.u.c.ked 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 f.u.c.king counting?" Tyler gasped.

"Five."

Tyler moved his hips faster, his hands gripping Haris's legs, pus.h.i.+ng them back as he shoved forward.

"Six."

He looks so beautiful.

Tyler held himself upright, his body rigid while his hips s.h.i.+fted like pistons.

"Three," Haris blurted and his reward was a quirk of Tyler's s.e.xy lips.

"More like sixteen. You...okay?" Tyler asked.

"Perfect."

"So f.u.c.king 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.

"s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t." 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 a.s.sessment 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 rea.s.sured 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 f.u.c.king. He grinned.

"Good morning," Boris said.

"Morning."

He wished he'd had time to warm up first.

"What delights do you have for me today?" Boris asked.

"Grieg," Tyler said. "A selection of his Lyric Pieces."

"Ah." Boris leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

What did "ah" mean? Tyler risked his tutor's ire by running his cold fingers up and down the keyboard several times.

"Were you late in?" Boris narrowed his eyes.

"The Tube. Some sort of hold up."

Tyler started with Puck, followed that with To Spring and then March of the Trolls. He loved that piece. He could almost see the trolls playing in the snow and then creeping away at dawn. The last one was Wedding Day at Troldhaugen. He finished with a flourish and turned to Boris.

"Didn't you read the instructions? You were supposed to select one piece not four."

Tyler gulped. "But one would have been too short."

"Then you should have chosen something different. You've not met the requirements of the module. The instructions were quite clear. All you had to do was follow them."

Oh f.u.c.k. "Can I play something else?"

"Do you have another piece prepared?"

No. "Yes."

Boris glanced at his watch. "Okay."

Tyler faced the piano and took a deep breath. Loss, longing, sadness. Not hard to put himself in the zone. He bent over the keyboard and began to play. His anxiety faded as he immersed himself in the piece. Long, cold unmelodic runs gradually morphed to light, warmth and soulful harmony as happiness was regained.

He'd been thinking of a fallen angel when he wrote it. The idea being that he was deprived of love once he fell from Heaven, but that through good deeds, he was rewarded with a chance of happiness with another who'd fallen like him. Tyler knew he wasn't supposed to play something he'd composed, but he had a feeling Boris was going to fail him anyway so why not take the risk? At least if he made a mistake, the guy wouldn't notice. And I have made a few.

As the last note died away, Tyler sighed.

"Who wrote that?"

Pointless lying. "I did."

He turned to face his tutor and gaped when he saw Boris wipe a tear from his face. He must have had something in his eye. He couldn't be- "You weren't supposed to play something of your own."

Yeah, I know. "Oh, I'm sorry." He tried to look contrite.

"Want to try again?"

"I can't. I have to go the police station to make a statement. A lawyer's waiting for me. A friend of mine was attacked last night and I was knocked out."

Boris's eyes widened.

"I spent much of the evening in the hospital." He might as well go all out for the sympathy vote. "I signed myself out so I could come in today."

"Okay. Off you go."