15. Harper

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harper

Luca blinked furiously as his cheeks turned bright red. Raising his hand, probably to quell the sudden heat, he scratched his stubble so hard I heard the rustle. His lips parted, and when he quirked an eyebrow, I moved aside to let him in. After I closed the door and turned around, he stepped forward for a kiss. Leaning away, I traced a fingertip across my chest, circling one of my nipples. "Sorry to come to the door like this. I was running late and couldn't decide what to wear."

He swallowed with an audible click. "No worries. Your outfit is perfect." After looking me over a second time, he asked, "Do you always wear a hat when you're getting dressed?"

Widening my eyes, I touched the Mohegan baseball cap. In a weak moment between fucks, Luca had told me how hot he thought it was when I wore a hat at the Jitterbug. "This? I haven't styled my hair, so…"

He skimmed a finger along the waistband of my boxers and torqued his lips into an uneven smile. "You look like a straight guy who's been up to no good."

"Just hanging out." Guys had described me as "straight acting" or "a frat boy come to life," and Luca clearly liked that.

"Mm." He scraped a thumbnail over my nipple, and the sharp tweak of discomfort made me gasp. "It's a great look on you," he said, sneaking two fingers under the waistband of my boxers and meeting my eyes. "Such a bad boy. You've been fucking your girlfriend this afternoon, straight guy? Giving it to her hard?"

Unsure of what he wanted to hear, how far he wanted to carry this fantasy, I rolled my shoulders in a noncommittal shrug.

He grazed the head of my hard cock with his fingertips. "You have been. You're still hard, but why? Need something else to satisfy you?" He slid his fingers out of my boxers, pulling the waistband out just enough so it snapped back with a loud smack. "You're a naughty boy, and I know what you need."

"Oh yeah?"

"Get on your knees, straight guy."

"But I?—"

"On. Your. Knees." He placed his hands on my shoulders, pushed me down, and then nodded approvingly. "That's better. Since fucking your girlfriend didn't do it for you, we'll see how you like sucking dick."

He took his time unbuttoning his jeans. "Pull them down." Apparently, I was too slow, because he put an edge into his voice. "Pull my fucking jeans down, now."

A shudder rippled through me, not from the harshness of his words, but from excited relief. I'd always wanted to do this kind of role play. After pulling his jeans and underwear to his knees, I looked up into his eyes. He wanted fantasy, not truth, so I said, "I've never sucked a cock before. I don't know how."

"You'll catch on." His voice was gruff. "Just do what you like when your girlfriend blows you. And be careful—no teeth."

As his dick bounced in front of me, the dark circumcision scar caught my eye. Smells of soap and man-musk had me moaning in appreciation.

"Suck my fucking cock, straight guy. I won't tell you again."

I used a finger to adjust his dick's angle before tracing the scar with my tongue. His sharp gasp made my heart skip a beat, and I licked his shaft from the bottom to the top. His deep groans had me doing it several times, ending with a noisy slurp of precum from the tip.

"You like that?"

"Fuck yes. I love your precum."

"Don't worry. There's more where that came from."

I wrapped my fist around the base of his shaft and took him in. He shuddered when I started sucking. Moving slowly, I pulled almost all the way off his cock before drawing him in again. He moaned his approval, so I increased the pace, swirling my tongue and varying the suction. Since he was too big to deepthroat, I jerked the bottom of his shaft while I blew him.

"So good, baby. Do it just like that."

When I focused on the sensitive spot under the head, his long, gruff moan sent shivers through me. Using my free hand, I shoved my boxers down my thighs and started jerking off.

"That's it, straight guy," he whispered, "make yourself feel good."

I grunted, looking up in time to see him lean his head back and close his eyes. He rocked on his heels, the low rumble in his throat amping up my excitement so much I let go of my cock. I didn't want to come before he did.

When I sucked him back into my mouth, he held my head with both hands. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth now and give you what you deserve. I know your girlfriend can't do this for you."

Holding my head still, he started thrusting. He moved slowly at first but quickly picked up speed. Soon, he was going so fast he lost control, and I gagged when he hit the back of my throat. Spit had already been running down my chin, and the choking added more. Desperate to breathe, I braced my hands on his hips and pushed.

He pulled out and met my eyes. "You okay, babe?"

After a few breaths, I nodded and wiped my mouth. "Just needed air."

"You're so damn beautiful with my cock in your mouth."

Heat rushed across my cheeks, and I couldn't hold back a grin. "I love sucking you."

He tapped my hat. "I'm close, so please finish me off."

I nodded and sucked him in again. He immediately got loud, and I glanced up, eager to see him come.

"Gonna shoot all over that pretty face, straight boy. Ready?"

"Mm."

He pulled out, and when he wrapped his hand around his cock, I did the same to mine. We both jerked fast, and I urged him on. "Let me have it. Squirt all over me."

"Goddammit!"

I closed my eyes as the first shot smacked against my cheek. A series of splats spread warm cum across my face, from my chin to my ear. He grunted loudly, finally breathing out a soft moan as his orgasm wound down.

I stopped jerking, feeling deliciously dirty and reveling in the sticky heat of his pleasure. Luca was starting to teeter, so I tapped on his thigh. "Come down here."

He dropped to his knees and leaned in for a kiss. When he drew away, he was wearing a loopy grin. "Fuck, Harper. That was the best blow job ever."

"Glad you liked it. You made a mess all over my face."

"God, you have no idea how amazing you look covered with my cum." He snickered, swiping a finger over the top of my hat, and then sucking it. "Sorry about that. Got some on that straight-guy hat."

"I approve. And I'm so hard my dick hurts. Hold on."

"Go ahead and shoot your big load, straight boy."

I gave my dick a squeeze and started jerking again.

Luca leaned in and licked up my left cheek, then dragged his tongue across my chin before covering my lips with his. His cum trickled into my mouth. I was lost in the heady taste when he broke the kiss and looked down. "Do it, Harp. Show me what a load you've got after sucking my cock."

I was close, and my grunts took on a desperate edge.

Luca reached for my balls and tugged. "Shoot your goddamn load, straight boy. I want to see what you've got left after you fucked your girlfriend all day."

"Shit!" Long ropes of cum arced through the air and smacked against the floor. Luca held me upright while I grunted through my orgasm, and when the shooting eased into dribbles, he kissed me. "Damn, I think sucking my cock really did it for you. Look what a fucking mess you made."

I snorted. "Thank God for hardwood floors."

A smile spread across his face. "You're incredible, Harp."

"Harp?"

Lowering his head, he peered at me through his lush, dark eyelashes. "That okay? I want a special name for you."

The warmth enveloping my heart was nearly overwhelming, so I nodded. "Harp's great."

"Good. Thanks for the awesome blow job, Harp."

"My pleasure. Thank you for playing the game with me." I hesitated, but there was a lot to be said for honesty. "I've always wanted to do that kind of role play. It was even more fun than I expected."

"You've never played like that before?"

I shook my head.

He broke into a wide grin. "Oh, baby, I love role play. Get ready for a wild ride."

After a shower, we decided it was too late to go out, so we ordered Thai and settled in for a night of Elden Ring . We sat side by side on the couch, controllers in hand, while I started a new game.

Before we started playing, he set his controller on the coffee table. "I need to tell you about something I do besides playing lacrosse."

I hit pause and turned to him. "You have time for something else?"

"It's not exactly a choice. Professional lacrosse players don't make much money, at least compared to other sports. Most of us have to hustle to make ends meet, at least in the early years."

Luca drove a nice car and always dressed well, so I'd never thought much about his financial situation. Ever since the Barracudas renewed my contract, I pulled in around three million a year, and that number hadn't been affected by the trade. "I had no idea some pro athletes had second jobs," I said.

He shrugged. "There's talk about upping our salaries, but it hasn't happened yet. If I didn't have my second gig, I'd definitely need a part-time job."

After five years with the Steamrollers, he'd still need another job? I made a mental note to do some research. "What is your other gig?"

"I… uh…" He gave a nervous chuckle. "I have an endorsement deal advertising lax equipment. It's a good deal. Honestly, I make a lot more from that than I do from playing."

"Who's it with?"

"Finley Sports Gear. You ever heard of them?"

"Who hasn't heard of Finley? My old teammate Mark Sakamoto has a deal with them. He models for their hockey ads, and I think he makes quite a bit. What do you do?"

"I model, too. That's where I went this afternoon, to a photo shoot."

"Oh. I thought that was connected with your team." My mind raced while I tried to put things together. Luca looked like a cover model, so it made sense he worked for Finley. He just… Oh shit. "Hold on a fucking minute."

I grabbed my iPad from the side table and found Sports in Action , a magazine I read regularly. After I searched for "Finley," I tapped on one of the results and yelled, "Holy shit. It is you." I showed him an ad featuring a picture of Luca in a locker room, dressed only in lacrosse shorts. "This is hot as fuck. I love your ads, Luca. I'm a big fan, but somehow, I didn't put two and two together. No wonder you looked so familiar the night we met."

A smile worked its way across his lips. "You like the ads, huh?"

"They're hot as shit. I love them."

His face relaxed. "Thank God. I was afraid you'd think it was weird."

"I'm only sorry I didn't realize it sooner." I laughed. "God, I've had a fan crush on this guy for a long time. Now, I find out he's you. Finley's Man of Lacrosse fucked me silly last night and stuck his dick down my throat a few minutes ago. How crazy is that?" I sounded a bit manic, but it isn't every day you find out the guy you're dating is one of the hottest models in sports.

He snorted. "Are you saying you only like me because I model and have a nice dick?"

"No." I put on a snarky grin. "It's because you're a great guy, you model, and you have a fantastic dick."

"I guess that's a little better."

As much as I'd have enjoyed chirping him about his gig, I was too excited. "Who knows how many people jerk off to those pictures? Not to mention being pissed off by how they never quite show your dick even when you're obviously naked. In fact, I've been one of those people. And now…" I whooped and pumped my hand in the air. "I've got the real thing."

We laughed more, and then he bounced his eyebrows. "I'm really glad you like me and my dick. Want it again?"

"What the fuck? You're older than I am, and you can already get it up? I need a little more time."

He leaned in for a quick kiss. "I need more time before I can go again. Just wanted to get on your dance card for later."