20. Harley
Harley
Falling asleep in the big bed isn’t nearly as easy as I’d hoped it would be.
My brain keeps circling back to things I’d rather not think about, and every time I start drifting off, some memory jerks me awake again.
Eventually I manage it, though, mostly because Val is there beside me.
Waking up to a warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock helps, too. A lot.
“Ungh, yes,” I rasp, reaching down to tangle my fingers in the short strands of Val’s hair. “Damn, your mouth is amazing.”
Val hums around my length, the vibration shooting straight through me as he drags his tongue over the sensitive spot beneath my crown.
I try to thrust up instinctively, chasing more of that sensation, but he has my hips pinned beneath his hands, holding me exactly where he wants me while he slowly, deliberately drives me out of my mind.
When he pushes the tip of his tongue into my slit, my thighs quiver and my ass clenches hard against the mattress.
Need settles low in my belly, hot and heavy, and I don’t know whether I want to beg or just lie there and let him torture me forever.
He licks me again before taking me deeper, swallowing my cock down in one smooth movement that wrings a shout from me.
The muscles of his throat flutter around me and stars burst behind my eyelids.
I know I’m close already, frighteningly close, but before I can tumble over the edge Val lets me slip from his mouth with a wet sound and shifts his attention lower.
After that I’m not good for much except panting and whimpering.
My hands fist in the blankets while he mouths and licks and suckles at me.
Every touch sends another pulse of pleasure through me, and when he takes my entire sac into his mouth I groan and arch helplessly off the bed.
I need more than this, though. Need something deeper, something that reaches all the places inside me that have been aching since the moment I met him.
Val seems to know exactly what I need. He pushes at the backs of my thighs until my ass lifts from the mattress.
“I want to taste you, is that all right?” he asks, his voice rough with want. “Harley, can I? Just my mouth, my tongue. Nothing more.”
“Please,” I whisper immediately.
Pre-cum leaks from my cock as soon as the word leaves my mouth.
God, I want this. I’ve been rimmed before, a handful of times at most, and I’d always liked it, but most hookups weren’t interested in putting that much effort into somebody they’d never see again.
Even when they were, I hadn’t exactly trusted them.
Val is different. Everything with him feels different.
The moment his mouth seals over me, pleasure washes through my body so hard my heart nearly stops.
“Oh fuck!”
I grab my cock and squeeze before I embarrass myself and come right then and there.
“Val, please, don’t ever, ever stop doing that!”
His chuckle vibrates against sensitive skin before a teasing scrape of teeth sends another wave of sensation racing through me.
The ache spreads all the way to my nipples, and apparently Val notices because one of his hands slides upward to pinch my right tit.
I buck and moan, and then his tongue pushes past my tight ring.
After that, thinking becomes impossible.
I can feel every stroke of his tongue inside me, every rough little rasp, every growl and rumble he makes while he works me open.
The mattress shifts beneath us as he moves, and the hand at my chest keeps tormenting my nipple until pleasure builds into something almost unbearable.
I writhe across the sheets, trapped between his mouth and my own hand, so close to orgasm that I can barely breathe.
But I can’t quite get there.
Not because it doesn’t feel good.
Because I need more.
Need that one spot inside me that his tongue can’t quite reach.
“Please, Val, please, touch me. More, touch me more,” I babble.
The words barely make sense, but he understands anyway.
Something thicker replaces his tongue. A finger.
Then another sensation follows as he strokes exactly where I’ve been aching to be touched.
My entire body jerks. It feels incredible.
Better than incredible. It feels right. Safe.
Wanted. Nothing like the memories that still try to crawl into my head whenever I let my guard down.
“I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you, Harley. I promised you and I meant it.”
A second finger joins the first.
The pressure glides over that sensitive spot again and I come so hard I almost see white.
Cum splatters across my stomach and chest while a howl tears itself from my throat, and somewhere through the haze I hear Val groan in approval.
“Fuck yes!”
When I finally manage to focus again, he’s kneeling between my legs, one hand still resting possessively against me while the other strokes his own cock. God, he’s beautiful. The patch doesn’t hide that. The scar doesn’t diminish it. If anything, they make him more himself. More Val.
“Can I—” His gaze drops lower. “I want to come—”
“All over me, babe,” I tell him immediately. “Shoot it all over my ass, my balls, my dick. Cover me in it, Val. Come on, do it!”
The expression that flashes across his face nearly makes me hard again.
“Fuck!”
The first hot splash lands exactly where I asked for it.
“Fuck!”
Another follows.
“Fuck!”
Apparently that’s the only word he remembers while he comes, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When he’s finished, I reach down and smear the warmth over my skin. A few weeks ago I would’ve recoiled. A few weeks ago a lot of things would’ve sent me spiraling into panic. I’m tired of giving Dobson that power over me. Tired of letting him poison everything good.
Val is good.
What we’re doing is good.
I refuse to be afraid of that.
When I glance up, Val is staring at me with enough hunger to make my pulse jump.
“I want to fuck you, Harley. Want to so bad. Won’t rush you, but you need to know. I want you.”
“Then take me.”
The words come easier than they should. “Take me, fuck me, hold me and make me yours instead of his.”
The admission hurts, but not nearly as much as keeping it buried.
Val already knows anyway.
I point toward the lube I’d left in the bedside table earlier.
“Lube. Get it.”
He grabs it immediately, slicking his fingers while watching me carefully.
“You’re sure? I need to get you ready. I’m not going to fuck you without stretching you first—this time.”
The image that creates in my head makes me squirm against the sheets.
“Next time, maybe,” I mutter.
His mouth twitches.
Then his fingers find me again.
Slowly.
Patiently.
Never once looking away from my face.
I know he’d stop instantly if I asked. That’s what makes this so different. This isn’t fear. It isn’t survival. It’s trust. It’s wanting. It’s me choosing.
“I’m going to push in now,” he whispers close to my ear, sending a delightful shiver down my spine and making me moan.
I relax beneath him, letting him open me while pleasure slowly replaces every last scrap of tension. When he finds that spot again, a helpless sound escapes me and my body immediately reaches for more.
Need claws through me. My mind, my body, every part of me recognizes him. Recognizes what we are becoming to one another.
Val withdraws his fingers slowly.
“Now,” he says, his voice rough with promise. “Now, I’m going to take you.”
“Yes,” I agree, my eyes drifting shut as the thick length of Val’s cock begins pushing into me. “Oh fuck yeah.”
I grab my legs and pull them back, opening myself for him without hesitation.
Every instinct I have is focused on Val—on giving him what he wants, on taking everything he’s willing to give me.
The groan that tears from him seems to bounce off the bedroom walls as he glides in slowly, finally sinking all the way in, his hips settling against me.
“God, honey, you feel so…so good.” He rocks against me, and I feel every inch of him as he pulls out, just to thrust back in with his big cock stretching me. I’m so full of him, I’ve never felt anything like it before. Val groans into my neck, “Fuck, don’t think this will take long.”
“S’good ‘cause I’m not gonna last long,” I warn.
Val chuckles and settles deeper between my legs angling himself so that each thrust hits me in just the right place.
I let go of my thighs and wrap them around his hips instead, pulling him closer.
He braces most of his weight on his elbows and starts moving again, short, hard thrusts paired with soft licks across my lips.
I open for him immediately. The kiss turns deep and hungry, and I whimper into his mouth as he takes control of it the same way he’s taking control of everything else.
Soon his attention drifts lower. He kisses my jaw, my chin, the side of my throat while his thrusts grow stronger.
I cling to him with both arms and legs, hanging on to those broad shoulders while pleasure builds steadily inside me.
Then he finds a spot near the base of my neck that makes me shiver from head to toe.
Val groans and starts driving into me harder.
“I need—”
The words break off as he licks that sensitive spot again, then drags his teeth across it. The shiver that follows isn’t external this time. It happens somewhere deep inside me, leaving me warm and shaky.
“Do it,” I tell him.
Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m agreeing to. I’m so far gone that I just don’t care.
“Whatever you need, do it. Fuck me, bite me—”
“Yes.”
The growl vibrates through me a split second before sharp pain blooms where my neck and shoulder meet.
I arch instinctively. It hurts. God, it hurts.
But pleasure crashes into the pain so quickly that I can’t separate one from the other.
Release tears through me before I even realize it’s happening.
My cum spurts out in pulses, as wave after wave of climax hits me and takes my breath and my vision away.