19. Laura
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P leasure coiled in my body.
My body was awake and writhing before my mind could catch up. It started in my core, flames licking up my body until I was finally able to pry my sleep-heavy lids open.
Hands were on my thighs, keeping them spread. The feeling of fingers pumping in and out of me combined with the hard sucking on my clit was enough to cause my head to spin.
I couldn’t keep the moans in. My body was beat. All I could do was sleepily open my legs further for her so the first wave of the orgasm could move through my body.
Its intensity had waned from earlier in the night, but maybe that was only because of how many she had pulled from me. My body welcomed her even if my mind wasn’t quite on the same page.
She was nothing like all the other people I had been with.
With them, I always had to fight for my orgasm, force it to the surface.
But Harley… She just brought them out of me. One after the other. Relentlessly.
I brought my hand down to her hair, tangling it in it as she fucked me through my orgasm.
I couldn’t make out much in the dark save for the sparkling sea lights outside the window. I could have sworn we had a balcony with a pool, but I had been too far gone to pay it any mind. I didn’t know what time it was.
How many times did she wake me up like this? How many times did she pull orgasms from me even when I was half awake?
“I can’t,” I whimpered. “I don’t think I can take any more.”
She let out a chuckle and crawled up my body. Her arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me to her. The warmth of her body was comforting, something I hadn’t felt in years.
If I were in my right mind, I wouldn’t have stayed in bed with her. Wouldn’t have let her hold me like a lover and whisper dirty things in my ear while pleasuring me.
But I wasn’t in my right mind.
And I didn’t want to be.
So when her fingers came up to tease my nipple and she left wet kisses down my throat, I leaned into it. When her hands trailed down between my legs again to where my swollen, aching cunt was, I opened my legs for her.
“Such a good girl for me,” she whispered. “Opening your legs and arching into me at the barest touch. Who knew the all-powerful Laura would turn into such a needy mess?”
I wanted to fight her. I wanted to have a snappy comeback to put her in her place, but I couldn’t. There was no denying it. Heat sprouted wherever her fingers trailed. Her every breath sent shivers down my spine.
Giving in to my curiosity had been one of my worst mistakes. I’d known it the moment I pushed her against the door. The moment I kissed her. And I knew it every time I opened myself to her.
Yet I still turned my head to catch her lips with mine, intertwining our tongues as she played with my body so effortlessly.
I wanted to touch her. I wanted to make her feel good.
With anyone else, I never cared. Especially at the club. It was about my pleasure, not theirs .
But with her, every time my hands wandered back to touch her, I loved hearing her breath hitch. I wanted to hear her lose herself to me just like I was losing myself to her.
I turned around, not disconnecting our lips once. I hitched my leg up on her hip so her hand could slide right between them. It gave me just enough room to do the same to her.
I had lost count of the times I had done the same thing in my sleepy haze. Forgotten just how her once unrecognizable body became something I was all too familiar with.
We were both naked, and there was no barrier between my hands and her cunt.
“So good,” she praised as my fingers brushed her clit. “Keep going, baby, and I’ll give you another one, hm?”
Her voice was warm, her praise even more so. It was that warmth that made me want to do better.
I kissed down her face and neck before digging my teeth into the place where her neck and shoulder met. The sharp intake of breath and the groan that followed had my stomach flipping.
She slipped two fingers inside me, rocking them with the movements of my hips as I played with her.
Slow, lazy movements were all I could manage with my body still so warm and feeble.
“Next time I want to watch you,” I mumbled against her skin. “I want you to show me how much you get off by watching me come.”
When I slipped my fingers from her entrance to her clit, I was surprised by just how tightly she was gripping me.
She likes it when I talk about a next time.
“Next time, my love?” The teasing in her tone had my heart skipping a beat. “I’ll have no qualms about kneeling in front of you and showing you exactly how ravenous you make me.”
“Show me how you fuck yourself when you think of me,” I whispered and twisted my fingers inside her.
She shifted her hand, keeping two fingers inside me but using her thumb to play with my clit .
“Like this.”
My moan got caught in my throat as she picked up the pace. My swollen, oversensitive cunt couldn’t take the pace she set.
“I can’t help myself,” she said. “All I can think about is you. The need is too strong and I?—”
I cut her off with a cry. Fuck. I hadn’t even had the chance to get her off before I was coming on her hands again.
How does she do this?
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, desperate to get her there before the last wave of my orgasm left me. I didn’t want her to be able to play me so easily. It was almost embarrassing how easily I became putty in her hands.
“Just like that, my love,” she groaned, her hips bucking against my hand. She kept slowly circling my clit as she praised me. Her control was electrifying. “You’re doing so good. Making me feel so good. Just a little more and?—”
I bit her skin again just as her orgasm took over. She shuddered against me, taking deep breaths to collect herself.
I was going to gloat, but then I was pushed onto my stomach and my ass was in the air, my cunt open and ready for her mouth again.
By the time I woke up, I couldn’t tell the time of day.
The light streamed in from the windows and warmed the bed. It could have been seven a.m. or five p.m. I had no clue. All I knew was that it was impossible to leave.
The comforter had been thrown to the ground during the night, leaving me in nothing but a thin sheet that pooled at my waist. Each breath had me falling back into a light sleep only to be woken up a few minutes later by the sun on my face.
Or at least it felt like a few minutes.
My mind wasn’t connected to my body. Memories of the night before replayed in my mind over and over again. I could still feel her tongue between my legs and her fingers deep inside me.
And fuck , the praises she’d whispered to me were permanently branded into me.
They were so simple, yet they had my body reacting in ways it never had before.
I turned over in bed, wrapping the sheet around me.
So warm. This bed is too comfy to leave.
It sucked my abused body in with every shift. Held me like a cloud. And it smelled just like Harley. She wore a singular cologne the entire time I had known her, and it felt like it was just soaked into the bed. Along with the scent of her cum.
My eyes snapped open, and I jerked upward.
No. What have I done?
Harley.
I let a serial killer fuck me into oblivion. I let a goddamn serial killer bed me. Not only bed me; I was positive I begged her not to stop sometime during the night when I was on the verge of an orgasm so powerful it had tears slipping from my eyes.
I got too excited. Too involved. The curiosity of getting to know that mind of hers combined with the electricity that ran through me every time she was near, took over all rational thought.
My eyes searched the room, roaming over all the places I hadn’t had a chance to see last night while I was horny and practically jumping Harley’s bones.
It was large, with a bed in the middle, a small kitchen, and a couch, and I hadn’t been wrong—there was a patio with a pool overlooking the ocean. The view alone would have been enough to take my breath away if I wasn’t freaking out about my current situation.
And still I found myself searching for any remnants of her.
The room itself was bathed in whites and blues and fit the ocean scenery outside. But there was nothing else to prove Harley had even been there, save for the suitcase next to mine at the far end of the room .
She had come and gone like a ghost in the night.
A ghost with wicked fucking tongue skills.
When there was no sight of her, my mind seemed to relax.
I was sore. My limbs felt like they didn’t want to work. My mind was fuzzy. All I wanted was to lie back in bed and forget about the world. There was a small ache in my head that I attributed to the lack of sleep the night before.
Not to mention how swollen my pussy felt from the absolute beating it had taken.
I reached for my phone, noticing Harley had been considerate enough to leave it on the nightstand.
Panic gripped my throat when I saw the hundreds of emails and messages. I had told my assistant what I was doing and where I’d be, but I’d planned on keeping up with things. I never thought Harley would be enticing enough to make me ignore my phone for so long.
Even so, something had to be wrong. One night couldn’t result in this number of messages.
I scrolled down the notifications, trying to find the first one. My heart dropped when I saw the time stamp.
The day before at 2 p.m.
That was not long after we got off the plane. Somehow, from the moment we set foot on this island, I hadn’t looked at my phone.
Impossible… right?
I couldn’t remember a time when I hadn’t looked at my phone at least every thirty minutes, except when I was in court.
What is wrong with me?
A new message came in. This time it was from Harley.
Should I even open it? A smile pulled at my lips. Maybe I should just ignore her and see what response that gets. But I opened it anyway .
My love, if you’re up and want out of the room, my driver’s waiting downstairs with lunch. He’ll bring you to me.
He’ll bring you to me?
The audacity of that sentence was stifling. My fingers typed out a snarky reply, but just as I was about to hit send, I deleted it all. Something just didn’t feel right about sending it.
But even with the hundreds of messages waiting for me, I still found myself getting up, taking a shower, and searching for something to wear.