Chapter 9 #3
Harley threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. When he recovered, he looked up at me with mischief. “Only if you want. I promise I’ll ace it.”
I knew I should say no. We were crossing a line we couldn’t uncross. But as the water ran down his face, highlighting his perfect features, all I could do was nod.
Harley placed a soft kiss on my hip bone. “Remember this moment,” he said, his breath hot against my skin. “The moment you admitted you wanted me.”
Before I could formulate a response, he took me into his mouth, and all coherent thought fled my brain. His wet heat engulfed me, making my knees buckle. I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself, a strangled moan escaping my throat.
But it wasn’t like any of the blow jobs I’d received before.
My past partners had treated oral sex like an unfortunate chore with varying degrees of incompetence.
Dani approached my dick with the enthusiasm of someone being forced to eat brussels sprouts at gunpoint.
Mariam’s technique could best be described as “angry vacuum cleaner with a vendetta.” Janessa had given up so quickly I wasn’t sure it legally qualified as an attempt.
Even the best of the lot, Reece, had asked, “Are you close?” so many times it felt like I was on a road trip with an impatient child. Because of that, I’d assumed mind-blowing oral was a myth perpetuated by porn and overly forgiving men. Until now.
Harley worked me with practiced skill, his tongue swirling around the head before he took me deeper. One hand gripped the base while the other cupped my balls, adding a whole new dimension to the pleasure. He bobbed his head in a steady rhythm, taking me a little deeper with each pass.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his wet hair. “How are you so good at this?”
He pulled off long enough to smirk up at me. “I majored in oral communications, with a minor in deep-throat studies,” he replied before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.
The sight of him on his knees as he took me into his mouth was almost as arousing as the physical sensation. I couldn’t look away from the spectacle of his lips stretched around me, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked.
When he moaned, the vibration sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine that caused every coherent thought in my head to pack its bags and leave without a forwarding address. My hips jerked involuntarily, pushing deeper into his mouth.
“Sorry,” I gasped, trying to pull back.
But Harley wasn’t having it. He gripped my hips firmly, encouraging me to thrust. The message was clear that he could take it. He wanted me to use him.
The realization sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I tentatively rocked my hips, watching in awe as I slid deeper. I trembled as the slick sounds of his mouth working me mixed with the patter of the shower, creating a symphony of pleasure.
“Good. So good,” I moaned, unable to form more complex sentences.
His tongue worked magic, tracing patterns along the underside of my shaft that drew whimpers from me. Every time I thought it couldn’t get better, he’d do something new like suck harder, take me deeper, or use his hand with his mouth, which proved me wrong.
The pressure built at the base of my spine, a familiar tightening that signaled my approaching climax. I tugged at his hair in warning.
“Harley, I’m about to—”
Instead of pulling away as I expected, Harley doubled down. He gripped my ass with both hands and pulled me forward, taking me all the way to the hilt without so much as a hint of a gag reflex. The feeling of being engulfed in the wet heat of his throat pushed me over the edge.
I came with a prolonged moan, my body jerking as I shot my load. Harley didn’t release me, swallowing around me as I pulsed in his mouth, drawing out my orgasm until I was a trembling, oversensitized mess.
When he pulled back, he licked his lips like he’d finished enjoying a gourmet meal. “Clear enough for you?”
I slid down the shower wall until I was sitting on the floor, eye level with him. My legs had turned to jelly, and my brain was trying to process the earth-shattering pleasure I’d just experienced.
“That was…” I trailed off, unable to find adequate words to describe it.
“Life-changing?” Harley suggested. “Mind-blowing? The best you’ve ever had?”
I laughed weakly, still catching my breath. “All of the above. No wonder men are obsessed with blow jobs normally. That was incredible.”
I stared at Harley, my brain struggling to comprehend everything. My best friend had given me the most satisfying blow job of my life. And I’d enjoyed it so much I was still trembling.
“You okay there?” Harley asked, looking far too pleased with himself. He moved off his knees to sit in front of me.
I made an explosive gesture with my hand. “Mind. Blown.”
“As well as your dick,” he gleefully added. “I’ll take that as a compliment, thanks.”
The realization crashed into my brain with all the subtlety of a toddler with a drum set. Dating Harley for real meant I’d get unlimited access to blow job skills that would make porn stars take notes. The thought made my spent cock twitch with interest.
“Huh, so this is what I’ve been missing,” I murmured, more to myself than to him.
Harley arched an eyebrow. “What was that?”
I cleared my throat, embarrassed to voice my thoughts. “I’m wondering if you’re that good at that, then how much better would you be at actual sex?”
His eyes darkened with interest. “Is that something you’re curious about now?”
The idea, which twenty-four hours ago would have been filed in my brain under “Absolutely Not, Are You Kidding Me?” was suddenly making a very compelling case for itself. “Maybe?”
Harley’s smile was predatory. “Well, well, well. Look who’s coming around to the possibility of us dating for real.”
“I didn’t say that,” I protested.
“You didn’t have to. Your body says plenty.”
It belatedly occurred to me that the entire exchange had been a one-way ticket to Pleasure Town, and I’d been the only passenger. Harley had done all the work, and I hadn’t even offered to punch his ticket. A hot spike of guilt shot through me. “Wait, what about you?”
He glanced down at himself, then back at me with a raised eyebrow. “What about me?”
“Don’t you need to…” My embarrassment prevented me from finishing my sentence.
His lips twitched with amusement. “Are you offering to return the favor, snookums?”
The thought of giving him a blow job was intimidating. I had zero experience with that act, and after witnessing his skill, I knew I’d disappoint him, especially since he was so big that it suggested his ancestors had successfully mated with redwood trees at some point.
“I don’t know how,” I admitted, hating how inexperienced I sounded.
Harley radiated amusement. “That’s sweet of you to worry about, but the problem took care of itself.”
I blinked in confusion. “What?”
He shrugged, looking shy for the first time since I’d known him. “I came when you did.”
I almost couldn’t comprehend it. “From being able to pleasure me?”
“Yep.” He stood up and helped me rise before we turned off the water. “That’s what happens when you’re with someone you care about.”
The implication of his words landed like a piano dropped from a fifty-story building.
It was sudden, devastating, and hit with enough force to leave me as a Ryker-shaped outline in the pavement as I realized Harley had gotten off from pleasuring me because he cared about me.
It made me understand that he really loved me.
It wasn’t him flirting or a fun game to play.
The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.
I wanted to ask him if that was true, if he loved me, but I couldn’t bring myself to voice the question. Partly because I was afraid of the answer, but mostly because I didn’t know what I’d say in return.
We dried off in silence, the air between us charged with unspoken emotions. One thing stood crystal clear. Our fake relationship was becoming all too real. But what did I intend to do about it?
“Can we take it slow?” I asked. “This is still new for me.”
“We can go at whatever pace you need. Though I should warn you, my definition of ‘slow’ includes more shower activities and jerking off.”
I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in days. “I think I can handle that.”
“Yeah, you can,” he said, his tone full of innuendo.
No matter how confused I was, at least I could always count on Harley to make me laugh.