7. Bastian
Chapter 7
Bastian
It’s easy to fall for Harper. Way too easy. But this is the first time that I’ve known a victim of pickpocketing and when it hits this close to home… it’s a new perspective that seems harsher than I ever thought it would.
I’m definitely experiencing verschlimmbessern . There is so much I need to make better and I’m wondering if this will just make it all worse.
As she unlocks her door, I consider walking away, but there’s a slick feeling inside of my chest that I can’t explain. It’s like I’m becoming soft inside. I remember Henry talking about the same with Katerina. But then that reminds me how that worked out.
Just like our father’s dying, it only reiterates that people don’t stay, nothing is permanent but disappointment, and I’m sure Henry isn’t feeling any different.
When we’re inside the room, it feels like problems on the outside of that door can wait. That issues of the real world might only exist when we walk out of the room.
She slips off her jacket and the sun coming in the window lights her skin. Her hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders, and I wonder if anything has ever looked as flawless.
Crossing the room, I find myself staring into her baby blue eyes, like they are a tractor beam, pulling me to her.
She drops her gaze. “I’m leaving on Monday, so this can’t be anything more, but I know I would regret if I didn’t take this chance to be with you, Bastian.”
“I’m here for you, Harper.” I run a finger over her shoulder and down her arm to her hand, slipping my hand into hers and leading her to the bed. “It’s hard to think that we’ve only known each other for a day. I feel connected to you in a way that I can’t explain.”
“I know. I wonder if fate brought us together.” She runs her lips down my neck, zips and zings sparkling to life everywhere. “Is there a German word for fate?”
“Das Schicksal.”
“I kinda like that one.”
“I don’t think we need words for what I want to do to you.” The way her chest rises and falls quickly tells me that this sweet woman also enjoys a little of the bad boy in me.
“And what will you do, Bastian?”
I walk around her and from behind, I put one hand on her stomach and pull her back against me, with the other I wind a nice handful of hair and give a gentle, but effective tug.
“Oh,” she moans. “Yes.”
There’s nothing like knowing that a woman wants more.
While her hair is in my hand, I guide her head to the side, nibbling my way down her neck until I reach the softness right at the top of her shoulder. My other hand makes its way to her breast, gripping it firmly.
“More.”
My cock hardens and pulses. How I would love to just take this woman and find that end moment with her, but a quick moment in time is not what I want. I want us to get lost in each other. I want to explore every inch of her alabaster skin. And I want her to be screaming for more while I drive every inch of my cock inside of her.
“Bastian, I don’t want to make love.”
I still. “Oh,” I start to remove my grasp of her hair, “I’m sorry, I mis?—”
“No, I don’t’ want to make love , I want to fuck wildly.”
“Fuck wildly, hmmm.” I’m not sure I know exactly what she means, but I can imagine.
“Like this?” I scoop her up in my arms and crash my lips to hers. She sucks in a quick breath, but her hands wrap my neck and keep us connected. Feeding off each other, we deepen the kiss. Her nails dig into my scalp, electricity running down my spine.
I rip my lips from hers and toss her playfully onto the bed, her laughter is a perfect treat. The way the laughter quickly turns to a rising and falling chest only spurs me on. As much as I desire to devour this woman in a quick and fast way, her bliss is everything I really want and that might take time.
But doesn’t mean we can’t have some fucking fun in the meantime.
Harper
His body covers mine, the weight a human blanket of soothing. I wrap a leg around his ass and grind against the bulge in his shorts.
Chemistry. It’s a funny thing. I’ve had explosive chemistry with a couple of guys. The kind I knew would only be temporary. I’ve had slow burn chemistry with guys that felt more like a friend, and we were only there to soothe each other. That was the last guy.
And then there’s this.
This feels like if we don’t join one of us will implode into oblivion. Like one or both of us will cease to exist.
And that feeling only encourages me to be bold. To show him that I can’t wait any longer.
I roll us so that I’m on top and Bastian’s surprised face says what I needed to see. He gives a nod.
“Whatever you want, baby, I’m here for you.”
I quickly unbutton his shorts and shimmy them down. His boxer briefs tent impressively.
“Wow…” I say flicking my gaze from the Bastian Berlin tower to his lips, back in that smirky pose. “I love your smirk.”
“Is that another word for penis?” he asks honestly.
My gut shakes with a laugh busting to get out. “No, your smile… your cockiness.”
He puts his hands behind his head and flickers his eyebrows. “Oh, that’s just my cock… not my cockiness.”
I shake my head at his antics. “You know you’re liebenswert , right?”
“Not as liebenswert as you.”
Nervous tension melts and a ravenous hunger settles into me. Our eyes hold to each other’s.
But then I remember the truth. Two more days and I’m gone. This may be our only moment depending on what he has happening in his real life, not this fairy tale one.
“I wish I wasn’t?—”
“Let’s not talk about tomorrow, let’s just enjoy today.” He sits up quickly and holds my head in his hands.
He lifts my shirt and his head dips the heat of his mouth covering my bra covered nipple. It pebbles under his tongue flicks.
Holding his gaze, I reach back and unclasp my bra, letting it drop in between us before he pushes it to the floor.
“Nothing should be between us.” His eyes darken to a stormy blue with desire.
I grind on his cock as he cups my breasts. The warmth settles into me. He rolls my nipples in his fingers. Bastian knows my body and I swear I’m so close to climax already. I grind against him again.
“Take off your shorts, babe…” he growls out.
I slid off and skim the fabric down my legs, along with my panties while he strips those boxers.
I get a good look at what we’re working with and I swear my clit pulses into convulsions.
His hand slips between my legs. He grunts as two of his fingers slide inside of me, his palm rubbing against my bundle of nerves and sending earthquakes through my insides. He just holds his fingers deep inside of me, wiggling them just a little.
I gasp at the rushing feelings that are welling inside.
He strokes my nub with this thumb and it’s over.
I clamp my eyes closed and scream his name, not giving a damn if I get kicked out of the hotel. It’s fucking worth it.
“Come hard, Harper. Keep going.” He encourages me to continue coming by pumping his fingers and I ride the motion. The bodyquakes rock me harder than ever. Not that I’ve ever come like this. This is special. Different. Amazing.
He slows and my pussy quivers in his hand. “How was that?”
I open my eyes. “Are you fucking kidding? I think I left my body and circled the earth!”
He smiles. “So beautiful. So fucking hot.”
He rolls me under him. “We’re not finished, my sweet.” He reaches to the end table and pulls out a condom. “Not that I don’t trust you, but…”
“No, thank you. My brains are so scrambled, I don’t think I can really think.”
After he’s suited up, I spread my legs inviting him into me and he takes the offer without hesitation. I arch my back, digging my nails into his shoulders as he slides inside of me.
I moan and my breath catches.
“You alright… Harper?”
“I’m great.” I open wider, welcoming more of his beautiful cock.
“Fuck…” he grunts as he bottoms out.
I’m filled completely. I can’t stop looking at him, staring. He’s so gorgeous. He’s so sweet, and I’m getting everything I wanted today.
Him.
I rock my hips and he rocks with me. He slips his arms under my legs, lifting my ass into a different position and sliding against my clit. A firework gets ignited inside of me.
He drives deeper, harder. My orgasm builds quickly, the ignition sizzling down the fuse.
The buildup is intense and I start gasping for air. My eyes fall closed to just feel.
“Beautiful, you’ve got this. Come with me… Harper, come with me. I’ve got you.”
I open my eyes. “I think… I think I love you, Bastian.”
“Oh, Harper, you’re all mine. I’ve got you.”
I fall over the edge and into the oblivion of a mind-altering orgasm. I cry out his name with such volume that his lips seal to mine to save me from being kicked out.
The most intense bursts of ecstasy takes me into a level of bliss that’s truly out of this world. I’m shook. I’m shaken to my core. And my body can’t seem to get enough of him.
And then I hear his grunts, rhythmic and deep. His back arches and he plants deep inside of me. His body releases and he seems as affected as me. His eyes open and the storm has passed.
It’s nothing but sunshine from here on out.