20. Felix
CHAPTER TWENTY
FELIX
It’s impossible to sleep when I have Harper naked in my arms. Every moment of this surreal night needs to be savored. Unable to help myself, I place kisses on Harper’s shoulder and stroke her hair, relieved to see her at peace.
The scarlet tone of her curls always has and will forever be my favorite color.
It’s so vibrant, contrasting with her pale complexion.
My fingers trail along her soft skin, admiring every curve and contour of her body.
She’s small and delicate in my arms. I’m leaking pre-cum all over her ass.
Her body is perfection and it’s all mine, at least for the night.
I need to find a way to tell Tyler about me and Harper. I don’t know how he’ll take the news, but that’s a dilemma I’ll face another day. I won’t let anything ruin this night.
When morning arrives and Harper wakes, I’m sitting against the headboard watching her. She rolls toward me with a nervous look in her eyes. Perhaps she regrets what happened between us last night. Or she’s wondering if I’m the one who regrets it.
Before she can get any wrong ideas, I pull her onto my lap, positioning her legs to either side of me. Her eyes widen a little, shy over her naked body on full display. I’m not wearing any clothes either and my cock is hard between her legs.
Harper’s hair hangs forward, concealing her chest. I push it behind her shoulders, growing harder at the sight of her peaked nipples covered in my dry cum.
“You’re shy right now. Don’t be. Your body is so goddamn beautiful. Your tits are perfection.” I cup them in my hands, lightly pinching the pebbled flesh. She flinches with a little gasp, smiling. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes.” Her gaze roams my shoulders. My arms. It takes me a few seconds to realize she’s looking at my ink. “Since the moment you got these tattoos, I’ve wanted to study every inch of your skin. Tell me what each of them symbolizes.”
My hands slide down the curves of her body, resting at her hips. “Most of them are just aesthetic. Skulls. Snakes. Money. Poker chips. A deck of cards.”
Her fingers skim over my left shoulder, down my arm, taking a closer look.
The light touch spreads chills through me, all the way to my dick.
I lean back and watch this beautiful creature on top of me.
I’ve had girls look at my tattoos before, but this feels more intimate.
Even erotic. There’s so much fascination in Harper’s innocent blue eyes as she learns about my body.
Her fingers stop at the deck of cards on my forearm.
“We used to play cards a lot as kids. You always beat me. I hear you’re good at poker now.
” There’s sadness in her voice as she speaks those last words.
“I don’t want to learn things about you from other people.
I’m supposed to learn them for myself. I’m supposed to be the first to learn them. ”
“You will be, from here on out.”
Harper smiles at my answer and switches her attention to my other arm, pausing on a quote. “ I’d rather be lucky than good . You said this to my mom recently. What does it mean?”
“It means even if you’re not the most skilled or strategic person, sometimes getting the right breaks is enough for you to win.
The quote is a reminder to live life on the edge.
Embrace risk and danger and enjoy the ride.
I’m not chasing safety or simplicity in this lifetime.
I want to live fast, play dirty, and drown in decadence. ”
She frowns. “You can’t always be lucky. How about staying out of danger instead?”
“Where’s the fun in that, Red?”
She sighs, laughing, then continues exploring my arm. A moment later, her gaze narrows with confusion. I’m too busy watching her pretty face to know which tattoo she’s puzzled by.
“Snake eyes.” As soon as she says it, I realize she’s referring to the dice that have landed on a pair of ones. “Isn’t this considered bad luck?”
“Yes.” I smirk, amused that out of all my tattoos, this is one she chooses to focus on.
“Why would you want bad luck tattooed onto your body?”
“Snake eyes represents bad luck for some people. Not for me.”
“Okay. Explain.”
“I’d rather not.”
“You have to tell me. Please .” She leans forward, playfully shoving my chest. Her pussy slides against my cock. The movement is small. I doubt she even notices. But it’s enough to make me feel how wet she is and breaks down all my resistance .
“I wanted a tattoo that represents you.”
“What do the dice have to do with me?”
I stroke Harper’s hair, curling it around my finger. “I was angry with you, and yet you still possessed all my thoughts. I wanted you etched onto my body but in a way no one could detect except me.”
Her lips press together while her mind works overtime to decipher my words. “I’m still not understanding the connection.”
“Once, when we were young, you said I look at you too much. You said you could never tell what I was thinking when I’m watching you, and that my eyes scare you.
Your exact words were that they remind you of snake eyes, and the way I look at you is how a snake looks at its prey.
And yet, you told me my eyes were your favorite part about me.
Even though they scared you, you never wanted me to stop looking at you. ”
Harper’s cheeks flush red. Her voice is small. “You remember that?”
“I remember everything about you.”
She leans forward, brushing her lips against mine.
It’s such a gentle and innocent kiss, yet has me unraveling to the point where I can barely think.
Her nipples graze my chest. Her pussy slides along my cock again, slowly, back and forth.
She gasps when the head of my cock catches her entrance.
But she’s so tight that I don’t slide in.
“We could do it right now.” She looks down between us, readjusting her hips, her pussy desperately searching for my cock to sink onto.
“I told you last night, it’s too soon. You’re not ready.”
“It’s not too soon.”
Needing to get the two of us out of this position, I slide my legs off the edge of the bed and sit up. Before I can place distance between us, she’s grinding against my cock again.
I grab Harper’s throat in warning, kissing her and groaning. “We’re not alone in this apartment. When I fuck you, I won’t be able to keep quiet. I won’t be quick.”
My tactics don’t work, having forgotten that Harper gets turned on by my hand on her neck. All she does is moan with need.
“Then fuck me in another way,” she begs. “Put it in my mouth. Teach me how you like it. I’m desperate to learn.”
Fuck. One of my most common fantasies is Harper gazing up at me with her pretty lips wrapped around my cock.
She’s still grinding. I can hardly think straight due to the tiny moans she’s making and how incredible her pussy feels.
“Think you can be quiet for that?” she teases.
I hiss at her increase in pace. If she keeps this up, I’ll come before she puts me in her mouth. Maybe it’s for the best. She’s so inexperienced. So fresh with grief. She’s not ready for what I’ll do to her if my cock touches her lips.
“We shouldn’t,” I tell her. “I know myself. I’ll try my hardest to be gentle with you. But I won’t stand a chance.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle.” Her eyebrows pinch, and suddenly she’s panting, moaning, swearing beneath her breath as she has an orgasm sliding against my dick.
I’m glaring at her, watching this girl get herself off on my dick, hearing her gasp my name as she comes. Now, I stand no chance of turning her away.
When Harper finishes, she opens her eyes in a daze, finding my harsh stare.
“Get on your knees,” I order. She lowers to the ground in front of me. “Put my cock in your mouth. ”
Harper obeys, never taking her eyes off me as she wraps her lips around the tip of my cock. I groan at the view, feeling pre-cum leak onto her tongue. I could come right this second from the sight of Harper submitting to me.
When she licks the tip clean, I work so fucking hard to control myself. I clench my teeth, sucking in a sharp breath when she swirls her tongue around me. She’s inexperienced and has no clue what she’s doing, yet she’s a natural at sucking dick.
Harper releases me from her mouth. “Tell me what you like?—”
“Get your mouth back on my fucking dick.” She smiles and does as I say, wrapping her lips around me. “That’s it. Form a tight seal. Take me deeper.”
Her cheeks hollow as her lips tighten around me, suctioning onto my dick. Her head bobs up and down in a steady rhythm. I have to grip the sheets to hold myself back from thrusting into her mouth. She’s insatiable, making soft sucking noises as she works.
“Look at me while you suck my cock, Harper.” My words are barely a whisper, but it seems to fuel her even more.
She gazes up at me and moans around my dick. Her pace increases and she becomes adventurous, taking me deeper until I can feel the back of her throat against the head of my cock.
“You’re so good at this. I can hardly believe you’ve never done it before. Those lips were made to suck cock.”
My hips jerk as I fight against the waves of pleasure coursing through me.
I’ve never been one to lie back and let a girl have her way with me.
I like to be in control and the one doing the fucking.
It’s torture sitting here, when all I want is to push Harper onto her back and thrust into her pussy, claiming her body.
But then she looks up at me again, making eye contact, and the desperate look in her eyes is more than I can bear.
“You turn me feral, Harper.”
Unable to control myself any longer, I stand up to gain leverage. One hand fists her hair. The other leans on the wall behind Harper to support myself while I look down, panting, breathless as I start fucking her mouth hard.
Harper’s eyes widen with surprise. She gasps for air. Her eyes water as she struggles to keep me in her mouth. I question whether I’m being too rough with her, but she doesn’t push me away. Her hands tighten at my hips. Her gaze turns pleading, begging for more.
“So pretty,” I groan while the pleasure intensifies with each thrust. I grit my teeth, trying to resist the powerful orgasm building within me. But I can’t hold back any longer and spill into her mouth.
I thrust deeper, hitting her gag reflex on purpose so she’s forced to swallow my cum. She chokes on my dick, but not once does she pull away. She’s eager. Her throat works, swallowing me down.
“That’s it, my Little Sinner,” I growl, thrusting harder and deeper. “Swallow me.”
My knees grow weak and I shudder with the intensity of my release. When she’s sucked me dry, I pull her up to her feet, pressing her against the wall with a breathless kiss.
“The best head I’ve ever had. Are you okay?”
She nods in a daze, smiling.
“Good. Because we’ll be fucking harder than that.”
“I don’t know if I can take it harder.”
My lips trail down her neck, worshipping her with kisses. “You can. You’re such a desperate little thing. I’ll make sure you enjoy sex. You’ll enjoy everything we do.”
She’s quiet. When I pull back from kissing her neck, her lips are pressed into a worried line.
I weave our fingers. “What’s wrong? You can tell me anything.”
“Will I make this weird if I mention Tyler?”
“No.” This is not the time to be amused, but I can’t help the tiny laugh that leaves me. “I know you have feelings for him. I can share.”
As fucked up as it is, I have an urge to tell Tyler about how good Harper sucked my cock.
Not out of spite, but as my brother and closest friend.
He’s the first person I told when I lost my virginity.
I want to share stories with him about Harper like friends do.
I want to talk to him about Harper like we used to as kids, be it a more mature conversation now.
We never kept any secrets from each other regarding her.
I want Tyler to get his dick sucked as good as I’ve just received, by none other than Harper.
If he were any other guy, I’d beat the shit out of him for getting close to her.
With Tyler, I’ve never been territorial.
He deserves some care. Harper would love pleasing him.
The two of them are fucking obsessed with each other.
They just need a push in the right direction.
“Please don’t tell Tyler about us.” Harper lowers her head, full of shame.
“I don’t know how to explain these feelings I have for both of you.
I don’t even understand them myself. I don’t regret anything you and I have done, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty when I know how Tyler feels about me. ”
I lift her chin, gazing into her eyes. “Stop feeling guilty. What did I tell you last night? Take what you want. You want to be with both of us. It’s plain and simple. Harper, I know my brother. Trust me when I say he would be into this.”
“It’s not simple. Tyler and I are friends. He’s my best friend. What I have with him is different than with you. It’s gentle and sweet. He wants to marry me.”
Her eyes start to water. Her voice is thin. She’s beginning to panic.
“Tyler doesn’t know this side of me that you see,” she frets.
“He’s always viewed me in a certain way and…
I’m afraid to change that. I’m too embarrassed to tell him what I want because what if he doesn’t like this part of me?
What if we don’t work out and I lose him?
I can’t lose Tyler, especially after I’ve just lost my mom.
He’s… he’s my everything. I love him so much. I’m so scared?—”
I press my fingers to her lips, hushing her. “Harper, it’s okay. I understand. We won’t say anything to Tyler yet. We’ll figure this out together. But whatever happens, I promise you won’t lose Tyler. I won’t let it happen.”