29. Tyler
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
TYLER
As soon as Harper and I enter the privacy of my bedroom, I grab the backs of her thighs and lift her into my arms. She giggles, smiling down at me. It’s such a beautiful smile. Since Clara’s passing, it’s rare to see Harper happy.
“I love your smile, Harper. I love your laugh. I love everything about you.”
I love that I make her happy.
Our clothes and hair are damp from the pool. The room is dark, with only a bedside lamp on, but it’s enough to see the shyness in her eyes.
I laugh, brushing my lips against hers. “How can you be shy after what we did in the pool?”
Harper tucks her face into my neck. A shiver runs through her as she whispers, “Everything has always been so sweet between us. I love the way you dote on me. You spoil me and treat me like a princess. But what if when it’s just the two of us…
What if I can’t be that other version of myself? The one who doesn’t hold back.”
I know what she’s trying to say. What if we only work as a trio? What if Felix is the one who draws us together and gives her the confidence to ask for what she wants?
Her concerns are valid. When Harper and I were too busy suppressing our desires, Felix saw both of us for what we were. He’s the one who uncovered this side of Harper. He’s the one who has allowed me to be honest with Harper about myself.
I owe Felix everything. He helped remove the masks we were hiding behind.
Tonight, it’s my job to make sure Harper hasn’t just lowered her mask in front of me. She needs to throw it away completely.
I place Harper on her feet, then take a few steps back, sinking into an armchair.
My gaze rakes over her in the dim light, beautiful yet nervous.
I retrieve the Zippo from my pocket, repeatedly flicking it open and shut as I contemplate how this night will play out.
How I’m going to break through this mental roadblock regarding us.
“You and I have a sweet side,” I tell her.
“For years, I thought that’s what you wanted from me.
I thought I could shut off every fucked-up desire I have so that I could be the man you needed.
” I flick the Zippo shut and hold her gaze with a hard warning.
“Harper, you’re about to forget that sweet side ever existed. ”
I don’t want to be gentle with Harper anymore.
She can see it in my eyes. She hears it in the depth and roughness of my voice.
Her chest rises with a shuddering breath as she takes in my words.
She’s intimidated, which is a new dynamic for us.
But there’s heat in her eyes. She likes this. The anticipation arouses her.
It’s only been the last few days that I’ve completely let go of my inhibitions. I’m learning what it’s like to embrace the depraved side of myself, and it feels so good to know Harper isn’t scared off.
“Just so you know…” Her shoulders are tight. She clutches her hands. “I don’t think we should have sex tonight. It feels wrong choosing between you and Felix for my first time, like it will mean I have a favorite, when I don’t. I want you two to choose who has me first.”
I lick my lips, holding back a smirk as I flick open the Zippo, igniting the lighter fluid this time. The flame flickers as I glide my fingers through it. The brief flash of heat sends a thrill through me. It’s not enough to burn. But I get an idea.
I’m growing hard over the thought of everything I could do to Harper with this fire.
I want to hold it to her skin. Not to burn her. I would never hurt her. But to play. To see how far she’ll let me take this. How much she trusts me.
What she’ll do for me.
I flick the Zippo shut and glance up at Harper. “I don’t intend to fuck you until I’ve broken down the last of your barriers. You’re not going to hide from me, Harper. Not anymore. Tonight, I want to see all of you. Especially the parts you’re scared of showing me.”
Her breasts swell with each nervous breath. She bites her lip and nods.
“Let’s start with something simple. Take your clothes off. All of them.”
This dominant approach has been lying dormant within me for years. I’ve never explored this side of myself with anyone. Only in my fantasies. I’m learning how far I can exert this dominance with Harper, and I have so much satisfaction when she submits, following the instruction to strip .
Harper swallows, her hands trembling as she reaches for the hem of her dress. Her wet hair tumbles behind her shoulders when she pulls the fabric over her head. Her cheeks are red. She’s averting her gaze.
“Watch me while you undress.”
She follows my words perfectly, meeting my gaze and letting me see every flicker of emotion within her. The shyness, the desire, the love. She removes her bra, but I barely notice, so heated from her gaze. It’s like looking into her soul.
Next, she slides her panties to the ground. She’s completely naked in front of me and pulls her hair forward to hide herself, thinking I won’t realize.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Your body is mine, Harper, and you’re going to show me all of you. Turn around and bend over.”
She gasps, her eyes wide. “I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“It’s… embarrassing.”
“Harper, there is nothing embarrassing about your body. I want to kiss every inch of you. You’re going to be a good girl and show me your pretty pussy from behind.”
A smile plays at the corners of her mouth before she obeys.
That fucking smile makes my dick twitch. So, she likes being praised for the dirty things she does. Is that the turn on for her, having lived a life of pristine values, always feeling ashamed of what she wants? Is praise the key to unlocking Harper?
I graze a hand over my dick, needing to relieve some of the ache. “Well done, baby. Hands to the floor. I want to see everything.”
Sure enough, she touches her toes, showing me her pussy. It’s absolute perfection, pink and glistening with her arousal. Her ass has my dick leaking.
I pull my shirt over my head, step out of my pants and briefs, and give my dick one slow pump before returning to the armchair.
Harper gasps, seeing my cock for the first time as she peers between her legs.
“You like this, seeing me stroke myself over you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“This sight right here is what I used to jerk off to. Your ass. Your pussy. Bending you over and fucking you.”
“And now? What do you think of?”
“Let’s just say I like the thought of you being wedged between me and Felix as much as you do.”
Her breath grows heavier and she moans.
“Sit on the ground, facing me.”
Harper moves into position, with her feet flat and knees raised in front of her.
I click my tongue with disapproval. “Still hiding your body. Harper, I am going to make you shameless. Spread your legs. Show me how you please yourself.”
Her face is instantly red with humiliation. She shakes her head, whispering, “I can’t do that in front of you.”
“You’ve been your rawest self with me and Felix on two occasions and loved it. Why is this different?”
I already know the answer, but I want to hear her say it. Letting someone watch you masturbate is a more vulnerable act than letting them give you an orgasm.
That’s why I want this. When she’s with me, I don’t want her holding back.
“It’s embarrassing?—”
“Harper, I know how much you love being watched and desired. Don’t act precious. Stop pretending like I haven’t been dying to see this side of you. Be a good girl and touch yourself in front of me.”
She gulps, her breath catching. For a moment, I think I’ve pushed her too far. But then her knees open, slow and shaky, and her fingers slip between her thighs. The second she brushes over her clit, her mouth parts on a quiet gasp. Her eyes fall shut, as if that will lessen the embarrassment.
“Eyes on me, Harper. You look at me the entire time you’re touching your pussy.”
Her eyes open, watching me, moaning as she rubs.
“That’s my good girl. Tell me what you think about when you please yourself.”
To my surprise, she opens her pretty mouth and speaks her fantasies without needing further encouragement. “I imagine you and Felix kissing me. Touching me all over. Your hands and mouths everywhere.”
I groan, fisting my cock harder as I watch Harper finger herself. I could come so fucking easily right now, but that’s not how I want this night to play out. Besides, this moment isn’t about my pleasure. It’s about Harper opening herself to me.
Restraining myself, I grasp both hands onto the arm rests, digging my nails into the leather.
Harper rubs herself faster as she continues her confession. “I think about you filling my mouth while Felix fucks me from behind.”
“That’s it, baby. Look how well you’re already doing,” I encourage, rock hard over the thought of Felix and me doing that to her. “Don’t hold back. You’re perfect when you stop hiding.”
She slips two fingers inside, pumping them in and out. “ Other times, I think about being crushed between you two. One of you has my pussy. The other has my ass. Both of you are coming inside me.”
My fucking god. The things that come out of this girl’s mouth. I groan, gripping the armrests tighter. This is the shameless girl I’ve been waiting for.
Harper starts losing herself to pleasure, rubbing her clit frantically with one hand while fingering herself with the other. She’s so wet, I can hear the slick sounds as she fucks herself. Her back arches and she lets out a breathy moan.
She’s about to reach an orgasm, and although I want nothing more than to see Harper come undone, I have other plans for how this finishes.
“Stop touching yourself.”
“I… what? No. Please, I need to come.”
“You’re not allowed to come yet.”
Her fingers don’t stop. Her moans grow louder. More desperate. She starts to shake.
“Harper,” I warn, my voice low and commanding. But it’s too late.
“I can’t... I need... Oh, god.” The words dissolve into a drawn-out moan as Harper’s orgasm consumes her.
I watch, equal parts furious and aroused as she rides out the pleasure, bucking and arching.