Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
RYKER
I woke up with a delicious warmth pressed against my back, my body caught in that perfect space between sleep and wakefulness.
Something hard nudged against my ass, and I instinctively rocked against it, chasing the pleasant friction.
A sleepy sigh tickled my neck, and my foggy brain finally registered that I was in bed with Harley.
Harley, who was sporting some impressive morning wood nestled firmly against my backside.
And I was enjoying it?
My dick grew hard and aching as a confusing need pulsed through me. “Shit,” I whispered, trying to scoot forward to put some distance between us.
Harley’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. “Don’t go,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. His warm breath against my ear sent a shiver through me.
I should have insisted. I should have pulled away. Instead, my ass rocked against his hardness in a slow, deliberate motion that made him groan.
“Mmm, someone’s feeling frisky this morning.” Harley chuckled, sounding more awake now. His hand slid down to rest on my hip, neither encouraging nor discouraging my movements.
“I’m not—I didn’t mean to—” I stammered, mortified but unable to make myself stop.
“Your ass seems to have other ideas. You’re killing me here, snookums.”
I froze, embarrassment washing over me. “Sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” Harley propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at me with amusement. “I’m not complaining. Just pointing out that you seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“I’m half-asleep.” I rolled onto my back to escape the temptation of his body. But it only made things worse, as the movement caused the blanket to tent obviously over my erection.
Harley’s gaze dropped to my lap, and his lips curved into a smirk. “I can help you with that, you know.”
My mouth went dry. “With what?”
He raised an eyebrow with a pointed look at my cock standing at full attention.
“How?” The question escaped before I could stop it.
Harley’s eyes darkened. “Do you have lube?”
“Why would I have lube?” I asked, my voice shooting up an octave.
“To jerk off?” He looked disappointed. “Please tell me you don’t use spit. That’s barbaric.”
My face burned. “I have lotion.”
“That’ll work. Where is it?”
I hesitated for a moment before reaching over to my nightstand drawer. I pulled out a bottle of unscented lotion and handed it to him, shaking as if I had just mainlined five espressos.
Instead of taking it from me, Harley rolled onto his back and patted his thighs. “Come here.”
“What?”
“Straddle me.”
Part of me screamed yes, obviously, while the other was still rebooting from the whiplash of the last twelve hours. It felt less like fumbling exploration and more like a scheduled demolition of my previously held beliefs.
“Trust me, Ryker. All I want to do is make you feel good.”
Something in his expression broke through my hesitation. I moved awkwardly, throwing one leg over him until I was straddling his thighs, feeling ridiculously exposed and somehow right at home.
My gaze dropped to his massive erection as he took the lotion from my hand and squirted some into his palm.
“Eyes up here, snookums,” he teased, making me flush even deeper.
Why did it feel so good when he called me that stupid nickname? “Shut up.”
Harley wrapped his slick hand around both of our cocks, pressing them together, and I nearly jumped out of my skin at the contact.
I gasped, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. “Holy fuck.”
“Good?” he asked, his voice strained as he stroked us both.
Good? That was like asking if getting hit by a freight train was “somewhat inconvenient.” The sensation of his hard length sliding against mine in his firm grip rewired my entire nervous system.
My brain cells were high-fiving each other so hard I could practically hear the tiny slapping sounds echoing between my ears.
“Yeah,” I managed, my eyes falling shut as pleasure coursed through me. “Really good.”
Harley guided me into a rhythm that matched his strokes. “Move with me.”
I rocked my hips forward, thrusting into his fist alongside his cock, and a broken moan escaped me. The dual sensation of friction against my dick and the slide of his erection against mine was mind-blowing.
“That’s it,” Harley praised. “Just like that.”
I opened my eyes to find him watching me. There was something incredibly intimate about making eye contact while we did it. I almost looked away but couldn’t. Our connection felt impossible to break.
“I didn’t know it could feel like this,” I confessed.
Harley’s grip tightened, and he twisted his wrist on the upstroke, causing my eyes to roll back so far I could practically see my own questionable life choices, and I regretted none of them.
“There’s a lot for you to learn.” His wicked grin promised untold pleasures. “But we’ve got time.”
His thumb swiped over the heads of our cocks, spreading the precum that had gathered there, and I shuddered at the spike of pleasure. My thighs trembled as I continued to rock into his grip, chasing the building pressure in my balls.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” Harley groaned, his hips lifting to meet mine. “All flushed and desperate.”
“I’m not desperate,” I protested weakly, even as my movements grew more frantic.
Harley laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. “No? Could have fooled me.” He increased his pace, wringing a whimper from me. “It’s okay to want this, you know. To want me.”
Something about his words, combined with the incredible sensation of his hand and cock against mine, pushed me closer to the edge. “Harley,” I warned, my voice tight.
“Do it,” he urged, his eyes never leaving mine. “Shoot your load on me.”
The pressure built to an unbearable peak, and then I came with a loud gasp, my release spilling over his hand and onto his stomach. The sight of my cum on his skin sent another jolt of pleasure through me, making me tremble. Why did I have the strangest urge to rub my dick in it until I came again?
Harley followed moments later, his back arching as he added to the mess. He stroked us through it before releasing his hold on our dicks.
I collapsed forward, catching myself on my hands before I could land on the sticky cum covering his stomach. My arms shook with the effort of holding myself up as aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through me.
We stayed like that for a moment, just breathing together, before Harley reached for the tissues on the nightstand. He cleaned us both up with surprising tenderness, his touch gentle against my oversensitive skin.
Once he’d tossed the tissues in the trash, he tugged me down beside him, pulling me close against his chest. I should have protested that we were definitely crossing into non-platonic territory, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.
“Still think you’re straight?” Harley asked after a moment, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
It was a question I wasn’t sure how to answer. “I don’t know what I am anymore. But I liked that. A lot.”
“That’s a start.” He grinned as if he’d just discovered the secret ingredient in a recipe for disaster.
We lay in comfortable silence for a while, my mind racing as I tried to process what had just happened. I’d always identified as straight and had only ever been with women, but there was no denying how much I’d enjoyed what we’d done. How much I loved being held by him now.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Harley asked, interrupting my spiraling thoughts. “I can practically hear the gears grinding in your head.”
With a sigh, I hid my face against his chest. “Sorry, I’m trying to figure things out.”
“You don’t have to have all the answers right now,” he said, his voice gentle. “Sexuality isn’t always black-and-white. Sometimes it’s a whole rainbow of gray areas.”
“This is all new to me.”
His clean hand came up to cup my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “And that’s fine. We can figure it out together.”
The sincerity in his eyes made my chest tighten with an emotion I wasn’t ready to name. Instead of responding, I leaned up and pressed my lips to his in a brief, chaste kiss.
When I pulled back, Harley was looking at me with surprise. “What was that for?”
I shrugged, suddenly self-conscious. “Felt right.”
His smile was softer, reaching his eyes without the usual glint of cockiness. It made him look younger and more vulnerable. “Yeah, it did.”
I rolled out of Harley’s arms reluctantly, the warmth of his body making it difficult to leave the bed. My legs felt wobbly as I stood, a reminder of everything we’d done together that morning.
“Come back,” Harley mumbled, reaching for me with grabby hands. “I wasn’t finished with you.”
I grabbed a clean pair of boxers from my bag. “If we don’t show up for breakfast soon, my mom or Sawyer will break down my door. And trust me, you really don’t want them walking in on whatever this is.”
He sat up on his elbows, the sheet pooling around his waist and showing off his chest. My eyes traced the path my hands and mouth had explored last night, and heat rushed to my face.
“Whatever this is?” Harley repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty sure what we did has a name, snookums.”
I threw a T-shirt at his face. “Shut up and get dressed.”
He caught it with a chuckle. “So bossy. I love it.”
I turned away to hide my smile as I pulled on jeans and a henley.
The sound of the bed creaking told me that Harley had finally gotten up.
I made the rookie mistake of glancing over my shoulder.
He stretched, gloriously naked and utterly unashamed, giving me a full view of everything I’d explored last night.
“Put some clothes on,” I gritted out, though I couldn’t tear my gaze away.
“Why? You’ve seen it all now.” He winked, sauntering toward me with a predatory gleam. “Touched it all, too.”
I backed up until I hit the wall, my heart racing as he caged me in his arms. “Harley—”