42. Harden
P ermission… She’s asking for fucking permission to touch me, and I don’t think she realizes what that does to me.
She knows what happened to me, what that woman did to me, but I don’t think she will ever understand the depths of trauma that fester inside of me.
My mom might be dead, but her claws will always be buried deep in the depths of my soul.
Pulling my stare from the empty road that I know like the back of my hand, I look at Aurora and find her watching me patiently.
No expectations, just complete need and understanding.
She wants to touch me, she looks like she wants it almost as much as I do, but still I can tell she would accept it if I refused her.
A refusal that doesn’t cross my mind in the slightest as I silently nod my head at her.
I don’t know what she is going to do, or where she is going to touch me, but I know I can trust her.
She would never hurt me.
Aurora doesn’t rush her movements, as she lifts her hand slowly from her lap, her eyes still holding mine.
I hold my breath as she reaches out, letting it land gently on my thigh, her fingers flexing around the muscle.
Her touch is soft, hesitant, as if she isn’t sure how much I can take, as if I didn’t just haul her against me and kiss her like I'd die if I didn’t.
I switch my focus back to the road, inhaling deeply, letting the weight of her hand settle something deep inside of me.
My swollen and bloody knuckles flex around the wheel, forcing myself to breathe through the thoughts going to war inside my mind.
I kissed her, I kissed her and meant it, just like I did with Griffin, but it was on my terms. I orchestrated it, decided I wanted it and took it.
They weren’t in control, I was, just like I always need to be.
My cock is still hard in my jeans from the way I fucking kissed her, silently weeping for more, and where I would once deny such a thing, I feel like I no longer need to.
Her fingers caress my leg softly, but she may as well be sucking my cock for how good it feels.
It’s addictive, maddening, and nowhere near enough. No, I need more.
I need connection, commitment, fucking consent, and here she is offering all of it up to me on a silver fucking platter.
I don’t even bother looking as I pull my car over to the side of the road, not even turning off the engine as I reach over and pull her across the center console.
She gasps in surprise as I wedge her between me and the steering wheel, positioning her legs so they are spread across my own.
The movement hikes up her skirt, teasing me with a peak at the slick, black fabric hiding what’s underneath.
Her hands drop to my chest to keep herself upright, and I’m sure she can feel my heart thundering beneath her touch.
I force myself to inhale a deep breath, reminding myself that I’m not in danger, that I not only want this, but need it too.
“Harden,” she whispers, her face so close I can feel her warm breath against my lips, and I swallow deeply at the amount of need I can hear in that one single utterance of my name.
Just give me a minute, I’m not good at this. I sign with shaking hands, only able to hear the sound of my deep, heaving breaths.
I think of all the times my mother had me in this position, of all the praise she gave me, the encouragement, and I fight against the darkness inside of me.
Aurora’s hands slowly but steadily push up my chest with nothing but intention, until she can gently caress my jaw. “You’re perfect, Harden Haze, so take all the time you need.”
Blue eyes sparkling, hair stained with some of that prick's blood, and staring at me like I hung the damn moon, she has never looked more perfect. She’s spread out on top of me, wanting, waiting, and I have never felt more powerful. She’s above me, but I am the one in control.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper in disbelief, still shocked that we are finally doing this. “I’ve always wanted to tell you that.” My voice is so quiet that I’m not sure she can hear me, but her answering smile lights up her face.
“And I’ve always wanted you.” Her words are said quietly, but so matter of factly, that I feel like my heart might explode into nothing.
That feeling is only heightened when she shifts her hips, pressing herself harder against me and aligning her center with my cock.
My hard and aching cock . She can feel it, I know she can, just like I can feel the heat of her even through all of our layers, but that’s not what gets me.
No, what gets me is when she holds my stare and does it again, rocking herself against my erection, making my last shred of restraint snap completely.
My bloody hands once again reach out and grab her, hauling her mouth down to mine, until we descend into a mess of lips and tongues.
I kiss her, I kiss her like I am dying and she is what I need to live, and she kisses me just as hard in return.
It’s hot and heavy and oh so fucking perfect, especially when she starts to grind herself on me like she can’t help herself, moaning into my mouth.
Keeping one hand on the back of her neck, I let the other trail down to her hip, gripping it roughly and guiding her up and down my length.
The feeling is indescribable, like it’s the first time I have ever been touched, and I guess it is in a way.
I’ve never chosen anything for myself before, only when I chose to kiss them, and now I’m choosing this, choosing her.
She rolls her hips into my touch, grinding against my jean-clad cock, as I swallow every one of her delicious moans.
“Harden,” she gasps against my lips, hands flexing around my jaw, before one of them tangles with the hair at my nape.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she moans, rocking herself against me, pressing her lips back to mine and kissing me like she hasn’t got two boyfriends waiting at home.
Arousal runs deep through my veins, my hands tightening their hold on her as I urge her to keep moving. “Just don’t stop kissing me,” I beg, barely tearing my lips away from hers, just needing to feel them against me.
She kisses me harder, obeying my command, and something primal snaps inside of me, as I start rolling my hips to meet hers.
My cock drags back and forth along the seam of her thong-clad pussy, and I’m almost certain that nothing in the history of the world has ever felt this good.
A groan rumbles up the back of my throat, only making her moan louder, as she laps it away with her tongue.
“I always knew you’d be a wicked little thing for me,” I grunt against her mouth, pushing my jacket off her shoulders and dragging my lips down her neck and collarbone.
The taste of iron explodes on my tongue as it trails along the stains of blood, but it does nothing to diminish the taste of her.
I still recall how sweet she tasted, when I licked the remnants of her off Griffin’s cock, and as much as I love this car, I can’t help but wish we were anywhere but here.
What would it be like to have her spread out like this in my bed?
Exploring every inch of her body with my mouth until she was screaming my name.
My impending release starts to burn at the bottom of my spine, far too quickly, as her body begins to tremble against my own. Shifting, I angle my hips even more, my grip on her hip guiding her back and forth, in the most explosive rhythm that has me losing my mind.
“Harden, yes, please, right there.” The words tumble from her mouth loudly, as I continue to drag my tongue along her skin, licking and sucking until every moan and hitch of her breath is imprinted into my mind.
Ripping my mouth away from her, I gasp for air, but she doesn’t relent, just keeps gyrating her hips in the most perfect motion, until foreign sounds start slipping past my lips. “Fuck, Aurora,” I groan, the two words making her shudder, and fuck, I could get addicted to this version of her.
It’s wild, wanton, and completely free, and it’s a fucking miracle to see. We’re no longer bound by the realms of friendship, and she’s never looked sexier.
“Harden, you feel so good,” she cries, tipping her head back and losing herself to her pleasure, as her hands continue to hold my face and neck in a way that has me leaning into her touch.
“That’s it, good girl, keep going.” My praise pulls a groan from her throat, and I tuck that information into the back of my mind as my gaze trails over her. “You’re riding me so fucking good, pretty girl.”
I lean forward and trail my mouth along the juncture of her neck again, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin there, until she is crying out my name on repeat. Her hands fist the hair at the base of my neck, pulling on it roughly in a way that has me reeling.
“Harden, I’m going to come,” she gasps, snapping her stare back down to mine, and what I see there has my own orgasm hurtling toward me.
“Then do it, Aurora, come for me, I need to see it,” I demand, sitting up in my seat and moving our bodies faster and faster, until her whole body starts to shake.
We rock together in unison, chasing the high we both so desperately need. “Fuck, Aurora, I can’t wait to fuck you,” I groan, and it’s as if that image alone has her exploding with pleasure.
She comes with a string of curses mixed with my name, and I drag her mouth back to mine, swallowing down every single one, until I am shuddering out my own release beneath her.
Still we don’t stop, we kiss and grind until our chests are heaving and every ounce of pleasure has been dragged from our souls.
Our chests moving together, our limbs wrapped around one another, and our mouths claiming each other’s.
When we finally pull apart I feel a strange warmth spreading through my chest, one that only ignites further when she smiles shyly. “Thanks for taking me out with you.”