Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
STERLING
Harlow can protest all she likes, she can throw excuses my way, she can try to avoid me, but we both know that we’re inevitable, and I’m done giving her space.
Our parents return home from their honeymoon in a couple of days, and we’re going to have to figure out how to handle them, but that’s a future us problem. Right now I’m getting lost in Harlow, and I’m not coming up for air until she’s more than satisfied. I promised her multiple orgasms the night of our parents’ wedding, and that’s exactly what she’s going to get.
Right the fuck now.
“Sterling, the staff…” Harlow gasps, pushing against my chest.
“I sent them home,” I reply, guiding her to her feet, and closing the fallboard on the piano so Harlow doesn’t continue to play the keys with her beautiful, peachy arse.
“So you planned on seducing me tonight?” she asks a little breathlessly.
“I guess that all depends on whether you let me?” I counter, dropping my mouth to her neck and pressing an open mouth kiss to her pulse that races beneath my tongue. I expect her to say no, to come up with another excuse, but she surprises me.
“I want you to,” she whispers, her fingers curling into my hair as she lets out a soft moan.
“You have to be certain, Harlow. Because there’s no turning back after this. Do you understand me? I need to know you’re in this with me. No matter what.”
“I am. I want to be. Please ,” she whispers.
Fuck, the way that sounds has my cock jerking in my trousers, and I’m reminded of the night I crept into her room and made her come when she’d unknowingly whispered that exact same word.
I lift my head, leaning back slightly so that I can look at her and the subtle colours that thread and weave around her body. They’re less vibrant than the times before, yet they’re no less beautiful. This time it’s like looking at a Monet painting, the muted soft blues, dusky pinks, pale yellows and pinks are a masterpiece all of their own.
“I expected you to argue some more,” I reply, cupping her face with my hands, smiling a little.
“Me too… But then you said all those beautiful things, then kissed me and every single argument I had ready just floated away, ” she murmurs back. “Does that make me weak?”
“No, Harlow, that makes you mine.”
She nods, then slides her hands up my forearms until her fingers wrap around my wrist and she gently lowers my hand to her throat. “Then I guess I’m yours,” she says, her mouth parting as I squeeze her throat just a little.
Fuck. Me.
“You like that?” I ask, feeling her thready pulse pounding beneath my thumb as my cock punches against the zipper of my trousers.
“I like it,” she admits, as she guides my other hand to her breast. “I like you way more than I should.”
“Not nearly enough,” I argue. “But after I strip you naked, lay you on the top of this piano and eat you out until you scream my name, you’re gonna like me a whole lot more.”
She gasps, and I drop my hands to her jogging bottoms, curl my fingers around the waistband, removing both them and her knickers in one quick sweep of material. She steps out of them, her eyes heady with lust as I reach for the hem of her t-shirt and pull it up over her head, her hair swishing with the movement. She isn’t wearing a bra, and my cock leaks at the sight.
“I’ve been dreaming about your beautiful tits for days now. It’s been torturous,” I say, whilst tracing the mound of her breast.
“Just my tits?” she asks, a teasing glint in her eyes.
“No, not just your tits,” I admit, loving this flirty, playful version of her.
“What else?” she asks as I palm her breasts, my thumbs circling her hardened nipples.
Bending over, I drag her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it until her whimpers beg me for more. “I’ve dreamt about sucking on your nipples and making you so wet that when I finally get my mouth on your pussy it’s dripping for me,” I reply before coasting my mouth to her other breast.
“Is that so?” she questions, her chest heaving as I drag her other nipple into my mouth, causing her to moan once more.
“Are you wet for me, Harlow?” I ask, every word teased with a lick of my tongue.
“Why don’t you find out?” she throws back, placing her hands on my shoulders as though urging me to crouch before her, but I have other plans.
Reaching between us, I cup her mound. Her gaze flashes with heat, and she adjusts her stance a little so that her legs part. “Fuck, Harlow. You’re dripping,” I exclaim, my middle finger slipping between her folds. I gather up the slick heat and smother it over her clit.
“Sterling…”
Her mouth parts and I claim it, licking my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her moans as I gently stroke her clit. She throws her arms around my neck hauling me closer, so that my arm is trapped between our bodies.
“You want more?” I tease, smiling wickedly against her mouth.
“God, yes,” she pants. “I want it all.”
With my gaze locked onto hers, and our lips millimetres apart, I slide two fingers deep inside of her with one swift motion, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit as I do. She cries out, her hands dropping to my shoulders as she rises on her tiptoes, the wet, slippery sounds of her arousal making my cock thicken painfully. The intrusion is verging on rough, yet she doesn’t tell me to stop, in fact she just drops to her feet, forcing my fingers deeper inside of her dripping cunt.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she hisses, spreading her legs wider as I pull my fingers almost all of the way out, and then spear them back inside of her in one steady thrust. Her tits bounce from the force as she throws her head back.
“You want me to finger-fuck you like this?” I repeat, lifting up my free hand and cupping her throat as I pull my fingers out of her, then shove them deep inside her pussy once again.
“Yes, I want to feel…” she moans, her voice trailing off as her eyes flicker shut, giving me a moment to study her beautiful face that is currently doused in soft sunset colours.
“You want to feel what, Harlow?” I demand, my hand between her legs stilling, whilst the one around her throat tightens a little.
Her eyes snap open, her mouth parting as she looks at me. The way her pupils enlarge and she presses her thighs back together around my hand tells me all I need to know. She’s as turned on by this as I am. So she likes it a little rough? My dirty little poet.
“Tell me,” I insist, releasing her throat a little, my own desire making my head swim with lust and my body fucking tremble with the need to be inside of her.
“I want you to overwhelm me, Sterling,” she whispers back, licking her lips as her gaze darts from my eyes to my lips and back again.
“Overwhelm you?” I ask, my voice rough as I start to pump my fingers inside of her once again.
“Yes,” she moans. “I want to feel so desired that you can’t stop, that you can’t control yourself.”
“Like this?” I ask, shunting my fingers inside of her, my gaze fixed on her face as her fingers curl into my shoulders and she groans. “You want it hard, Harlow? You want me to prove to you how much I fucking want you. Is that it, huh?”
“Yes. I want that. I want that so much. I want you to ravish me, Sterling.”
Ravish ? That word conjures up visions of a long haired villain stepping into a virgin’s room, tying her to the bed under a pale moonlight and having his wicked way with her. It reminds me of the night I crossed a line and coerced an orgasm from Harlow’s sleeping form.
Fuck, that memory just makes me harder.
“Then that’s what you’re going to get. Now sit your arse on the lid of the piano, and spread your fucking legs,” I command, pumping my fingers into her pussy three more times before dropping my hands and stepping back.
“You want me to sit on the piano?” she asks, stumbling a little.
“You heard me. Up!” I demand, grasping her hips to steady her briefly, before picking up the stool that I’d knocked over earlier and setting it back on its feet.
“But–”
“I won’t ask you again,” I growl, then grasp her elbow in my slick hand. “On. The. Piano.”
She nods, her throat bobbing up and down as she steps onto the stool, her hands pressing against the shiny lid of the piano. I adjust my hands, taking the opportunity to coast them over her arse as she kneels onto the fallboard. She leans forward and briefly gives me a stunning view of her slit from behind, before she twists around and turns to face me.
And fuck, she’s a vision.
She’s desire and sex.
She’s swathes of colour and subtle beauty.
She’s the darkness of sin and licking flames of lust.
She’s mine .
Stepping towards her I grip her knees that are pressed together, hiding her pussy from view.
“I thought I told you to spread your legs, Harlow,” I say, and her mouth pops open as I shove her legs apart, my gaze falling to her ripe slit, to the glistening berry red of her pussy, and the bead of wetness that gently slips from her hole and slides over her perineum towards her puckered arse.
“Look at you, dripping for me. Did my fingers fuck you good, Harlow?”
“Yes,” she whimpers as I slide my palms up her inner thighs towards her sex, pressing them against the tendons pulled taut beneath her skin.
“But you still haven’t come,” I mutter, using my thumbs to gently pull apart her outer lips so that I can memorise the form of her pussy, and the slippery wetness that greets me.
“No,” she agrees, her chest heaving.
“What will it take to make you come for me?” I ask, dropping my head closer to her slit, and blowing warm air over her clit.
“Your mouth on me,” she pants, her chin dropping to her chest as she looks down at me.
I look up at her. “And what will I get in return?”
“Anything, anything you want.”
“Anything?” I question, my thoughts tumbling back to the night when I slipped into her room and stole an orgasm.
“Anything,” she breathes.
Licking my lips, I drop my gaze back to her pussy as another bead of liquid gathers at her hole, then slowly slips downwards, a glistening trail that I desperately want to chase with my tongue. A zing of pleasure rushes down my spine and gathers in my balls at the thought.
“Then one night when you’ve fallen deep asleep I’m going to creep into your room, and fuck you until you wake up screaming my name,” I promise, and before she can even begin to respond, I bend forward, press the tip of my tongue against her puckered arsehole, collecting the bead of wetness, before sliding my tongue up her slippery slit and sucking her clit into my mouth.
She drags in a startled breath, her hands flying backwards to keep her upright. “Sterling, fuck, that’s… Oh, fuck… that feels so good,” she cries.
“You like that, huh?” I muse, grinning like the fucking cat that got the cream as I return to her arse, rimming her hole.
“No one has ever…” her voice trails off as I slide a finger through her pussy lips, gathering the wetness before using it to lubricate her virgin arse.
She jerks from the slight penetration as I ease the very tip of my finger inside of her. “This tight hole will be mine one day soon. Not tonight, but soon,” I promise before removing my finger, my heart pounding in my chest like a fucking jackhammer as I inhale her scent and try to calm the carnal need to rip my trousers from my legs, pull her off the piano and impale her on my cock.
“Not yet. Not fucking yet,” I mutter against her skin.
Harlow’s hips jerk, and she whimpers, “Sterling.”
“What Harlow? What do you want?” I ask her.
She moans, mumbling something incoherent.
“Use your words. What do you want?” I growl against her quivering pussy.
“You, Sterling. I want you!”
I lose it.
My ears fill with the frantic throb of my pulse as I slide my palms underneath her arse perched on the edge of the lid, then throw her legs over my shoulders. The action makes Harlow fall backwards onto the piano lid, her arms no longer able to hold her upright as I bury my face into her delectable cunt and feast on her pussy like a man obsessed .
Her taste explodes on my tongue, musky, feminine, fucking delicious, and it drives me wild. Every bottled up, hidden away, disguised and suppressed part of me breaks free from the constraints I’ve locked myself up in, and colour explodes behind my eyelids, like a New Year’s Eve night sky lit up with fireworks.
I feel free. Unchained.
Free to claim Harlow.
Free to give in to my base desires.
I’m wild. I feel raw. Untethered .
I’m fucking crazy in my lust.
So fucking crazy that I frantically lick her pussy, alternating between plunging my tongue into her hole, and sucking on her puffy, swollen clit as I fuck her with my fingers.
She thrashes beneath me, her fingers curling into my hair as she bucks her hips and cries out with pleasure. I can feel her internal walls tightening around my fingers, her heels digging into my back, and her thighs tightening around my head until I almost can’t breathe.
But I give her what she wants.
I don’t let up.
My fingers pump inside of her in a steady, firm rhythm as I flick her clit with my tongue so fast that her whole body begins to tremble. Fuck, she’s going to come soon and when she does I’m going to take my fill of her. But not yet. Not yet.
“Still my favourite colour,” I murmur as my fingers still inside of her, and I press a kiss against her clit, savouring the moment, enjoying how she quakes beneath me.
“Sterling,” she begs. “Don’t stop.”
“Look at you,” I groan, my cock begging for relief as I remove my fingers and place the flat of my tongue against her hole. I hold it there, nudging the tip of my nose against her clit as she rocks her hips for some relief.
“Sterling, please!” she cries, her fingers yanking at my hair as she makes her needs known.
And I give her everything she desires, knowing that I will do anything to make her happy, to make her mine.
With colours tumbling behind my closed eyelids, I lick up her slit over and over again, lapping at her like a starved animal. I don’t care how feral this makes me look, how base, how fucking unhinged. I just give in to this animalistic desire and lap at her, slaking my thirst on her wetness, slipping my tongue into her core whilst my hands curl over her upper thighs.
“Like that… Oh God, Sterling, just like that!” she moans, her hips undulating against my face, seeking more stimulation.
My thumb finds her clit, my fingers spread out across her lower belly as I circle the tight bundle of nerves and fuck her hole with my tongue. I don’t recognise the sounds emanating from my chest, all I know is that I won’t stop until she comes apart screaming my name.
I won’t stop until her body is lax from an orgasm, until her muscles are nothing but water, and even then I won’t give her any respite, because I intend on pulling my cock free from the confines of these fucking trousers and impaling her on my dick.
“Sterling, Sterling, Sterling,” she pants, and with every flick of my tongue, she climbs higher and higher until I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, forcing her over the edge.
With her hips jerking and her fingers gripping my hair tight, Harlow comes loudly, screaming my name and that makes me want to roar with pride, with ownership .
Every scream. Every cry of pleasure. Every moan, groan and whimper. They’re all mine. I’m claiming them right here and now.
“Mine,” I mutter against her pussy, pressing a gentle kiss against her clit as she releases my hair.
Her body goes lax, her muscles turning liquid as her legs slide from my shoulders and she lets out a soft breath. Gently, I place her feet on the fallboard, pressing a kiss against each knee. She needs a moment, and I’ll give her one. But that’s all she’s getting. Just a moment, because we’re not done. Hell, we’re only just beginning.
Stepping back slightly, I reach for the button of my trousers, unhooking the clasp and unzipping them, before shoving both my trousers and boxers past my hips and down my legs, Harlow’s cum seeping into the material, and scenting the air.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock springing free as I grip the base, giving it a squeeze as my gaze travels over the dips and curves of Harlow’s body. She’s draped across the lid of the piano like a decadent renaissance painting, her beautiful features painted with orgasmic bliss.
I can’t wait to paint her like this.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I say, bridging the gap between us, not willing to allow another moment to pass. I release my cock, kicking off my trousers and boxers.
Harlow stirs, pushing up onto her elbows, her hair mussed up and her cheeks flush as she gives me a heavy lidded smile. “That was–” she begins, but I cut her off as I grasp her hips in my palms and tug her towards me, lifting her off the piano and into my arms.
“Just the beginning,” I finish for her, as she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist and I take one step back, dropping my arse to the stool. Her slick pussy slips down my chest, warmth seeping through my shirt from her wet heat.
“Sterling,” she gasps, still sensitive, the friction making her judder.
“We’re not done,” I say, cupping her arse cheeks, keeping her core just above my bobbing cock as she looks down at me with a heady lust that has my balls tingling. “I’m going to fuck you now–”
Somewhere in the house a door slams.
Harlow stiffens, her head snapping towards the door. “Oh my God, Sterling. Who’s that?” she gasps.
“Hello, Harlow are you here?”
“Is that…?” Harlow’s face pales, her eyes widening. “It’s my mother . Why is she here?”
The sound of heels clicking against the marble floor has Harlow scrambling off my lap. “No, no, no, no!” she hisses, frantically reaching for her clothes.
“Stay here. Get dressed, I’ll head her off,” I bite out, gathering my trousers and pulling them on. I quickly zip myself up, then snatch up my boxer shorts, shoving them into my pocket as I stride towards the door. Flicking my gaze over my shoulder I briefly watch as Harlow pulls on her clothes with shaky hands. Our gazes meet briefly, and hers are wide with terror.
“Fuck,” I mutter, knowing that whatever plans I had have well and truly been thwarted.
For tonight at least.