CHAPTER 36 #2
His finger crooked slightly and brushed against my prostate, sending a sharp, sweet jolt of pleasure through my body.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Again”
He did, and I let out a long groan. It felt so damn good.
Why in the hell hadn’t I done this in so long?
One finger quickly turned into two. The slight burn was grounding, even as it amped up the fullness.
He twisted and scissored his fingers, experimenting with ways to stretch me—mirroring what I’d done to him.
Those blue eyes watched my every reaction intently, cataloguing them.
Every little thing he did that drew out a reaction, he repeated and experimented with until I was a panting, sweaty mess.
My hips rolled off the bed, thrusting into the air as my cock begged silently to be touched.
His attentiveness to detail was going to be the end of me.
“Harley,” I bit out tightly. “If you don’t fuck me right now, we’re going to have issues. Holy shit…”
I was doing every goddamn thing I could think of not to come, but a man could only hold back so much.
As he made fast work of coating his dick in lube, the quiet of the room filled with my ragged breathing.
I was so ramped up, and my control was fraying along with my patience as my muscles clamped around nothing.
Still, I waited. Letting him set the pace was the most important part of this whole thing.
I could see the way he’d retreated into his head, overthinking it.
“Come here.” I reached for him as the head of his dick nudged my entrance, blunt against my rim. I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him, my tongue slipping past his lips. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, princess?”
“It’s dumb.”
“It’s not dumb,” I assured him. His lips brushed against mine softly. “Talk to me, Harley.”
“Tell me I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.
“You won’t hurt me,” I said and hoped he believed me. I took hold of his chin and made him look at me. “Don’t think so much. Just feel, Harley.”
With a little nod, he kissed me again. He flexed his hips forward a little, his dick pressing into that tight ring of muscles.
My body resisted for all of a second before letting him in.
The initial stretch around his thick girth had me groaning, my rim burning as it yielded inch by inch, and the pain faded quickly into pleasure.
The feeling was overwhelming and unexpected as he filled me, bottoming out with his hips snug against my ass.
It wasn’t my first time, but it was entirely different with Harley.
The raw vulnerability and intimacy had my chest constricting with emotions I couldn’t explain.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and dragged his mouth to mine, needing something to anchor to.
He froze, his entire body trembling over me. His warm breath fanned over my face as he exhaled unsteadily.
“You’re so… fucking tight…” Harley rasped. “How the fuck does anyone last?”
I laughed—a genuine laugh—as he took me by surprise. That was definitely not what I expected him to say.
“Yeah,” I replied because I understood that dilemma all too well. “Just move, princess. The waiting is killing me. I need to feel you move.”
He adjusted his position for better leverage and pulled out. The first thrust was shallow, dragging slowly out and pushing back with a wet slide. So was the second, as he worked to find his rhythm. I hooked my legs around his hips, my heels digging into his ass as I urged him for more.
Every thrust was deliberate and deep, the head of his cock grinding over my prostate with the kind of precision that had my eyes rolling back.
His mouth trailed over my jaw and over my neck in heated, open-mouthed kisses.
I touched every inch of him I could, palming his ass and digging my fingers into his skin.
The bed creaked and hit the wall as his pace picked up.
I reached between us and fisted my own aching cock, stroking myself in tandem with each of his thrusts. The dual sensation threatened to short-circuit my mind as pleasure coiled vicious and tight around my spine.
“Harder,” I ordered. “Fuck me harder.”
His teeth sank into my neck playfully.
“Say please,” Harley retorted. With my free hand, I fisted a handful of his hair to yank him back and dragged his mouth against mine in a rough kiss that was all tongue and teeth.
“Fuck me harder… please.”
With a guttural sound, he obeyed. His rhythm picked up, becoming harder and faster. Each snap against my ass drove the breath right out of my lungs. My legs hitched up higher on his sides, adjusting the angle so that every thrust sent an additional wave of pleasure through my body.
We devolved into a need-fueled mess as he chased his release, and I chased mine.
Sweat slicked our skin, and the room filled with grunts and groans.
My muscles went rigid, and my breath caught in my lungs as the catastrophic buildup shattered inside me.
Hot cum painted my stomach, pulsing out with each clench around his dick.
My release triggered his. His movements turned frantic, the tension thrumming through him.
Harley’s mouth slammed into mine as he buried himself as deeply inside of me as he possibly could, his body shuddering as he came.
I dug my heels into the backs of his thighs to hold him close while his cum flooded my body.
His forehead tipped to mine as we gasped, chests heaving with the aftermath, breaths mingling hot and uneven. We lay there in the quiet wreckage, bodies tangled together. Something cracked open in my chest—something I wasn’t quite ready to deal with. To face. To say out loud.
I was in love with Harley.