24. Harrison
Chapter 24
Harrison
S ea witch.
She has me truly charmed. In the past women have stood before me naked, in lingerie, or wearing one of my shirts. None of them hold a candle to Harlow right now.
She stands before me, the red lights giving her a dark, sinister hue. Her hair is still tossed up in that messy bun, but a few tendrils have fallen and cling to her wet body. My shirt is completely transparent and illuminated by the lights. It highlights her collarbones, which I didn’t realize could be sexy. It brings attention to her small, tight chest, nipples at attention, begging to be in my mouth again. I wait on bated breath for something to leave her mouth.
Approval.
Rejection.
Anything.
The look on her face leads me to believe she doesn’t want me telling her what to do right now. She wants to be in charge, and I am to submit to her.
“Stand up,” she commands .
I let out a heavy sigh before complying.
Her cold, wet, and delicate hand splays in the middle of my chest.
“Now, sit on the edge.” Her chin jerks to the edge behind me. Without a thought, I listen. Once I’m seated on the edge, Harlow kneels on the bench in front of me, tilting her chin up in this swan-like way. Without realizing it, my hands move toward her, but she catches my wrists before I can reach her. I’m surprised, her grip is surprisingly strong.
“Don’t move,” she says before releasing my wrists, and I nod.
Holy fuck, this woman is something else.
“Yes ma’am,” I half-joke, but she cocks that brow
“Don’t like that. Try again.”
Try again? She wants me to call her something? Mistress? Madam? I don’t know. Babe? Nothing seems right. Except for the one name I keep calling her.
“Yes, witch.” I don’t miss her smile this time. It’s quick but unmistakable.
Before I can think about anything else, Harlow’s hands drop to my shorts as she undoes them. My erection springs forth looking mad as ever. Thick, corded with veins, and desperate for release. She doesn’t hide her smile this time. She’s grinning as she looks down at my length, taking in the details.
Should I be embarrassed? A woman has never examined me like this before. Her eyes finally look back up to mine, and all I see is pure desire. Harlow leans forward, kissing me deeply, her hands capturing my face. It’s an awkward feeling having my dick out in the open; I want to stroke myself or sink back into the tub.
Her teeth nip at my lip, her tongue takes the lead in my mouth, and her hands drop from my face. She grabs hold of my shoulders where she kneads and massages them before scraping her nails down my arms. I shiver in response.
She dips her hands into the water, warming them before finally wrapping them around my length. Her grip is strong but not death-like. Stroking me, she is methodical and slow, which is in complete contrast to the way her mouth devours me. I want more, so I kiss her deeper, trying to claim some kind of command.
Harlow’s grip tightens but stills. Pulling her head back, she looks at me deviously. I have no say and, fuck, I’m here for it. Never in my life have I had so little control and never in my life have I been so turned on. She could jerk me off right here out in the open, and it might be the best orgasm of my life.
She doesn’t do that. No, her head begins to drop toward my throbbing cock. I hold my breath, clenching my hands into fists. Harlow catches the movement and freezes. With her mouth a hair away from the head of me, I feel her lips part.
“Don’t move.” My dick bobs at her words and my head nods even though she can’t see my response.
It’s like I’m letting a part of myself go right at this moment as Harlow opens her dusky pink lips and takes me into her mouth for the first time. I feel myself already pulsing, and she’s only just past my fat head.
“Fuck me,” I say on an exhale, and I feel the curve of her lips around my dick.
Harlow
Damn, he’s cute.
I probably shouldn’t think that when I have his dick in my mouth, but I can’t help it. I didn’t know someone else’s desperation would be so compelling. I love the way he squirms and fights me. It’s addictive. I want to push him to the edge and tease him. I want him to try and push my head down only for me to push back.
A silent wish leaves my heart for just that.
Push my head down.
Do it.
He doesn’t; he’s a good boy, waiting for my next move. I hold the plump, round head of his cock in my mouth gently—no suction, just a little pressure. My right hand is still wrapped around the base of him and my left is on his strong leg.
Stroking my hand up toward my mouth, I feel him pulse in response. It’s as if he is already ready to go off. I want to savor this moment with him.
A thought crosses my mind, and I remember how responsive Harrison was when I dragged that candleholder across his nipple. While I circle my tongue around him and slowly pump my right hand, I slide my left up his body until I reach his chest. I slide the pad of my thumb over the small peak, followed by my pointed nail. So tiny and sensitive.
I hear the sharp intake of his breath. While applying some suction, I finally bring him deeper into my mouth. My other hand captures his nipple in between my fingers, and he lets out a frustrated groan.
I’ve pleasured my partners before and been happy to get on my knees for them. This is something else entirely. I could do this for hours, bringing him closer to his release, only to deny him and start all over again.
I move my mouth up and down his length, pulling back with deep suction and dragging my tongue along the ridge on the underside. Every time he hits the back of my throat, I try to open more for him, allowing him to slide deeper. Not once have I been able to let go with my right hand; his length is too long for me to take with my mouth only.
My left hand massages his pec, circling his nipple with my nail, before capturing it and pulling. Every time I give it attention, I feel his cock bob in my mouth. What a pair we are to have such sensitive nipples, and both of us barely have a handful in the chest department.
I let loose a small chuckle and catch the sight of Harrison’s fists clenching again.
He takes a deep breath.
“Something funny about sucking my dick, Harlow?”
I free him from my mouth with a loud pop and enjoy the shock in his eyes. While holding his gaze, I drop my left hand into the tub. Once it’s warmed up, it joins my right hand still holding his pulsing erection. I slide them up and down—tight on the way up, looser on the way down.
“Oh f-f-fuck.” He shudders. Harrison grips the edge of the tub with white-knuckle force.
“Nothing’s funny, I’m just having fun.” My voice holds a darkness I’ve never used before.
“Me too,” he breathes, looking at me desperately.
I smile at him, but he doesn’t smile back; instead, Harrison looks worried. He must see how much I like this game.
Not wanting to talk anymore, I fill my mouth with him again, bringing him all the way to the back of my throat and opening more than I had previously. I relax my tongue and swallow him down.
“Wait . . .” he starts as I almost bottom him out. I only have my thumb, index, and middle finger encircling him at the base. Sliding back to the tip, I hold my grip there tightly.
“Please,” he begs. It’s a whimper and, fuck, it turns me on. My left hand slides in between my legs, dipping into my panties, and starting small circles over my clit.
I hum on him as my mouth slides up and down. Easing the pressure off the base, I move my hand with my mouth. As I work him over, my fingers work furiously, and I moan with my mouth full.
“Fuck—
“Please—
“Fuck—”
Harrison moves for the first time since I told him not to. A hand holds on to the tub for dear life and the other comes to the top of my head.
“I’m going to come!” he tells me harshly, and he tries to pull me off him. I’m right there with him. Without letting him remove me, I slide back holding the head of him in my mouth. I messily circle it with my tongue and then suck while jacking him with my hand.
“Fuuuuuck, you fucking witch,” he says as he finally spills into my mouth.
I moan loudly, swallowing a scream with his cum. I finish with him, sliding my fingers into myself to feel the strength of my orgasm. Tiny strong pulses encapsulate my fingers, and shock fills me. That was one of my best oral experiences, and I wasn’t even on the receiving end.
After a breath, I pull away from him and remove my fingers from myself. I quickly dip into the tub, warming and wetting myself before standing.
I kiss Harrison messily and when I stop, I keep my lips against his.
“What a good boy.” A pleased feeling fills me when I see him shudder.