Time & Time Again

CHAPTER 23

maverick

Ikicked the door shut and locked it as I pulled Harley inside with me. There was no chance in hell that I was letting anyone interrupt my time with him. Was it stupid? This thing with him? Probably. Letting down my walls meant opening up to the potential of getting hurt again. I knew that.

But I couldn’t resist him.

One kiss had proven that. One taste of Harley had me desperate for more of him.

My pulse hammered in my ears, and my cock thickened against my jeans at the thought of it.

I wanted to taste every inch of his skin, soft and warm under my tongue.

I wanted to explore every part of him with my fingers and feel him shake under my touch.

I wanted to hear the way my name fell off his lips in a needy moan.

I wanted all the things we were owed—the things that had been taken from us.

I pushed his back against the door, kissing him hard.

The way he pawed at me and pulled me close was a turn on, his fingers digging into my shoulders with a grip that made me eager.

I fisted the front of his shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons scattering across the hardwood in my desperate need to touch him.

“I don’t have another shirt!” Harley gasped, his mouth tearing away from mine as he stared at the floor. I grabbed his jaw and made him look at me.

“Stop worrying. I’ll give you one of mine, princess,” I said. I actually liked the idea of him walking around in my clothes.

He nodded slightly, and I dragged his lips back to mine, my tongue meeting his.

We stumbled the short distance between the door and my bed, dropping clothes as we went.

There was a sort of reverence in the way his hands drifted over my body—something oddly emotional that made my chest tight, his palms gliding over my ribs with a warmth that seeped to my bones.

No one had ever looked at me or touched me the way Harley did.

There was a motivation in that. One that made me want to try harder and do better for him.

I was so used to a quick hook-up here or there that I never took my time. But with him, I wanted to make it last.

Toppling into bed, I settled over him in a tangle of limbs, the mattress dipping under our weight with a loud creak.

Every place his body touched mine buzzed with the anticipation of more.

My dick throbbed with a need for him, and my hips rolled against his.

The friction of his hard length sliding against mine made me groan low in my throat.

“Fuck,” I breathed out. My mouth trailed along his jaw line, alternating in nips and kisses. He made a small sound—agreement or maybe something else. I wasn’t sure, but it was goddamn sexy.

The confidence and desperation of the man outside the bedroom door was gone.

I felt the slight hesitation in how he moved underneath me—in how he touched and kissed me.

Like he hadn’t done this before. His body was tense underneath my weight as a slight tremble rolled through him.

Leaning back, I studied him carefully. A pretty flush spread over his cheeks, and he glanced away.

“Look at me, princess,” I ordered as I took hold of his jaw and gently forced his gaze back to mine. “You have done this before, right?”

He chewed on his lower lip. While he didn’t say a damn word, the anxious look in those baby blues spoke volumes.

“I need you to say the words, Harley,” I whispered.

“No,” he replied, swallowing hard.

“Exactly what haven’t you done?”

“Anything.”

Anything…

Shit. Harley was, in every way possible, a virgin.

I wasn’t expecting that. Carefully, I put a little space between the two of us, my body hovering over his.

Worry flashed through his eyes, and I kissed him once for reassurance, my lips soft and lingering.

His fingers dug into my skin as he dragged me back down on top of him.

The slight sting of his nails on my shoulders shot straight to my balls.

“I know what I want, Maverick,” Harley said against my lips, his breath hot and ragged.

Fairy tales and perfect first times weren’t real, but that didn’t mean I had to rush him through it either. I’d rather do nothing at all than make him regret this. Regret me. I didn’t want to betray the trust he was putting in me.

“Don’t doubt that,” I told him. “But I’m still going slow.”

The little whimper of frustration he let out was fucking adorable. His cock twitched eagerly against my thigh, which was a damn good sign.

“Why?” he demanded with an uptick of anxiety in his voice. I kissed him once. Twice. Three times. I let each one linger in an attempt to soothe whatever had him stressed—though it was proof why we should take it slow.

“I’ll fuck you senseless another day, princess,” I promised.

My lips drifted down his neck, and I nipped at his pulse, my teeth sinking into his tender skin.

The sound he let out was loud and unfiltered, making me grin.

There was a noisy freak buried deep inside Harley, and I had every intention of coaxing him out.

I bit him harder, enjoying how his volume grew and how his hips rose against mine.

His cock slid against my abs, leaving a wet trail of precum on my skin. “Fuck, I like you needy.”

“You do?” The uncertainty in his voice was a vise around my heart.

“Yeah, I do,” I replied. I licked and kissed my way back up his neck, dragging my teeth over his earlobe. “Tonight, I’m taking my damn time with you. I’m going to see just how loud you get…”

My lips found his in a chaste kiss.

“… figure out the best way to make you squirm…”

Another kiss, deeper this time as my tongue flicked against his.

“… going to make you beg to come…”

I traced his lower lip with my tongue, eliciting a deep moan from him that rumbled in his chest.

“… and I’m going to only use my mouth to do so.”

“What?” Harley practically squeaked out, and I smirked. Yeah, I was going to have fun corrupting him.

Instead of replying, I worked my way down his body, taking my time with every inch of him.

I alternated between soft kisses and bruising bites as I tested his limits.

I drank up every moan, every sigh, and every whimper that slipped out of him.

Each sound was raw and real, making my balls tighten with excitement.

I teased his nipples with my tongue and my teeth, and his back damn near arched off the bed as he drew in a sharp inhale.

Precum leaked off the tip of his dick in glistening beads while his fingers wrung into the sheet and his head tipped back. I swept my tongue over the droplets and savored the taste of him as it coated my tongue like a drug that made my mouth water. Fuck, I could get used to that.

“You know the perks of long hair?” I began as I slowly kissed along the curve of his hip. “It gives you something to hold onto, princess, when I make you come.”

“What?” Harley asked. I grinned. His innocence was actually adorable, though not entirely believable. The flush creeping along his chest betrayed how close he was to begging for what he wanted.

“Have you ever watched porn, princess?” I asked before sinking my teeth into his thigh. The hiss he let out shot straight to my balls, my cock jerking against the mattress.

“Um…”

“Answer the question,” I ordered, more curious than anything else.

“I tried… once,” he muttered. “And it… did nothing for me, so I turned it off.”

Huh, so he really was that innocent. But we’d come back to all of that later on. As a reward, I ran the flat of my tongue over his thick length, drawing out a loud moan from him.

“Hand in my hair, princess,” I said as I caught his gaze.

I stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to do as I told him.

His fingers were gentle as they brushed strands of hair away from my forehead in a gesture that was almost too sweet for what I was about to do to him.

When his fist tightened in my hair, I said, “That’s my good boy. ”

His hips flexed in response, his dick twitching as fresh precum welled on the slit.

“Do you like being my good boy, princess?” I asked as I placed teasing kisses up his shaft, my lips brushing against his heated skin. Silence.

I glanced up to see the way he chewed on his lower lip, cheeks flushed and gaze on the ceiling—all telltale signs of him being embarrassed. His chest heaved with pants that carried the wet edge of whimpers. Well, that just wouldn’t do.

“Eyes on me, Harley,” I continued. “You’re going to be my pillow princess tonight, and you’re going to watch me make you come like the good boy I know you are. Understood?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

“Good boy.” I swirled my tongue around the crown of his cock once.

I lapped at his slit with a firm press, the flavor of his precum salty on my tongue.

A grin turned the corners of my lips at the slight way he tried to push my head down further.

A part of me wanted to resist—to make him wait for it, to draw out the ache building inside of him—but truthfully, I didn’t have the patience.

Not tonight anyway. Not with my own cock throbbing painfully and leaking a wet spot on the sheets.

Tonight, I wanted to drink his cum while he chanted my name like a fucking prayer.

Taking him in my mouth, I slid down his length at a torturous pace just to find out what he’d do, his thick girth stretching my lips.

His fingers held on tight enough to hurt, and the painful sensation had my dick jerking with anticipation.

As he tried to thrust, I pinned him down as I stopped, one hand firm on his hip while the other braced on his thigh.

“Good boys don’t try to take what they’re not given,” I chastised, holding his gaze hard to drive my point home. The scarlet flush burning his cheeks and his quick breaths made me smirk. I liked him like this. Wrecked and obedient looked good on him.

I started slow, my head shallowly bobbing up and down his dick, my lips sealed tight, and my tongue pressing flat along the underside with every pass.

I swirled my tongue over his crown with each pass, the taste of his precum growing thicker and more addictive.

I listened as he grew louder, each moan filling the room.

Heat coiled through my core as my cock strained, untouched and desperate.

The sight of Harley completely unrestrained in the throes of his own pleasure did more for me than anyone had in years.

He was a pliable mess in my hands—riling up easily, his body slick with sweat and flushed pink.

Unintelligible sounds fell off his lips with short pants.

Both fists anchored in my hair as his hips fought hard against my hold.

He was right there and ready to break for me, balls drawing up tight and cock swelling thicker on my tongue.

I popped off of him long enough to wet my thumb.

Using my own spit as lube, I swirled the pad of my thumb over that tight ring of muscles to test his readiness—or his resistance. Almost immediately, his body tensed under me as his hole clenched under my touch. I didn’t stop, but I did carefully track his reaction in case I had to.

His tension melted as he relaxed for me, that ring of muscles softening in a silent invitation.

“Good boy,” I rasped, pulling off of him with a wet pop.

Strings of saliva and precum stretched off my lips and connected me to his crown.

My gaze locked onto his, taking in how fucking gorgeous he was as I slowly unraveled him.

Harley was always attractive, but like this?

He was goddamn addictive, his gaze burning with something only I could give him.

I’d keep this version of him burned in my mind for life.

“Oh… fuck…” Harley gasped as I pressed my thumb into him, slipping easily inside his tight heat. His head fell back on the pillow, eyes shut, and I recognized a man desperately trying to hold back. His jaw clenched as his moans turned to choked cries.

I dropped my mouth back on his cock, bobbing up and down on his length quickly, while I fucked him with my thumb.

With every pass, my cheeks hollowed, and I dragged the pad of my thumb over that hidden spot inside him.

A loud cry tore through him as he fell apart, coming in hot spurts on my tongue.

Thick, salty cum hit the back of my throat.

The flavor was delicious as I swallowed each drop.

I continued to work him through it, drawing out every sound and ounce of cum that I could.

My thumb thrusted steadily into him while I milked him with my mouth until he shuddered, oversensitive and spent.

Tasting him had me teetering on the edge like I never had before.

I hadn’t even touched myself, and I was ready to come along with him.

When he was panting and melting into the mattress, I made my way up his body with my dick in my hand, desperate to relieve the coiled up tension wracking every inch of me. My fist squeezed the base of my shaft as I tried to stave off the edge that denial had me teetering on.

“What about—” I shut him up as I slammed my lips to his in a kiss hard enough to bruise.

My fist skated up and down my own length, the rough friction dragging a growl out of me.

Reaching between us, he knocked my hand away and quickly took over.

His palm enveloped me in warm, tentative strokes that tightened with confidence. I bucked into his grip with a gasp.

“Please,” Harley whispered, his tone almost as desperate as I was in that moment.

“Are you begging for my cum, princess?”

“Maybe.” The thought was almost enough to shatter my control.

“Say it again,” I ordered between ragged breaths. I was trembling head-to-toe in his hand. My muscles were locked, and every nerve screamed for relief. “Let me hear you beg, Harley.”

“Please, Mav,” he rasped. Rising off the pillow, he kissed me, the fist in my hair anchoring me to him. “Please… come for me… I need you to come.”

Fuck me.

I shattered, my body going rigid over him as I came, painting his stomach in hot ropes of cum.

My chest heaved with every wave of pleasure surging through me, and broken gasps tore from my throat.

Forehead falling to his, I groaned as he milked me for all I was worth until I was putty in his hands.

The aftershocks left every inch of me tingling with euphoria.

I kissed him once. Twice. Three times.

“You good, princess?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Harley let out, breathless and grinning.

“Good.”