CHAPTER 98
maverick
You can’t just throw those away!” I exclaimed as Harley tossed the two mugs from dessert in the garbage outside The Lakeside Reverie. “That’s a waste of good mugs.”
“I don’t want to clean them.” He shrugged like it was the simplest thing on the planet. What did I know? Maybe it was when you had money. “They were cheap.”
“Mhmm.” I made a face as I stared at him, judging a little bit.
He just smiled at me. It was hard to deny him when he looked so at ease with his windblown hair, sand-dusted dress pants, and bare feet.
I could just barely see him in the distant glow of street lights, but goddamn, he was stunning. “I think you just like bragging.”
“Do you want me to dig them out?” Harley offered, gesturing to the garbage can. I caught his hand and held it as I walked him toward the side lot where he was parked.
“Fuck no,” I retorted with a grin. “We’re not heathens.”
I was on cloud nine. Or higher than cloud nine. Was there something more euphoric than cloud nine? Whatever it was, I was unbelievably happy. Sure, we’d talked about heavy shit and dredged up old memories to share, but the date had been perfect. It was all that I could ask for and more.
Well, maybe there was one more thing I’d add to top off the night.
Planting a hand on his stomach, I pushed him back against the side of his SUV.
My mouth landed on his, hard and demanding.
There was no teasing or feeling it out. Just an absolute need for him.
Harley’s back hit the door with a muffled thud, his breath punching out against my lips in a sharp exhale that tasted like chocolate.
Sweet and sinful as my tongue shoved past his lips and stroked his, pulling a low groan out of him.
His hands were on me in an instant, fisting the lapels of my jacket and yanking me flush against him.
My hips rolled against his, the hardening lines of his cock making my own ache.
I kissed him harder and dragged my teeth over his lower lip as I ate up every little sound he let out.
I nipped at his jaw and licked and sucked on his neck.
I found all the little spots to draw out more noises from him while the spicy musk of his cologne filled my lungs.
“Mav,” Harley rasped when my teeth scraped over his fluttering pulse. His hand slid up and anchored in my hair as he hauled my mouth back to his. He kissed me with an urgency that matched mine, even as he tried to talk me out of it. “Mav… parking lot…”
“Don’t care, princess,” I said between kisses. My dick strained against the thin fabric of my pants as I thrust against him, desperate to feel him. Sparks danced down my spine at the friction between us. “It’s quiet…”
I smoothed my hand over the rigid swell in his pants, enjoying the way his breath hitched in his throat.
“... there’s no one around…”
I wedged my knee between his thighs, forcing them apart.
“... and I really want to hear you come.”
Harley’s hips jerked up into my palm with a choked whimper. That sound, wet and needy, made my cock leak and my balls tighten.
“Fuck, you’re so hard for me already, princess,” I growled against his mouth, swallowing the gasp he let out as I tugged open his belt and flipped open the button. When I shoved down the front of his pants, freeing his thick length, his fingers tightened in my hair.
“Mav,” he let out breathlessly.
“Tell me you want me to stop, Harley, and I will,” I replied as I paused, giving him the chance to tell me no. As I waited for him to respond, my lips brushed against his cheek. His nose. His jaw. Anywhere uncomplicated so that I could maintain contact with him.
“Don’t…” he whispered. I pulled back, ready to give him space.
“Don’t… what?” I prompted. “Use your words.”
“Don’t stop… please, Mav.” Oh, I loved when he begged.
“Spit for me, princess,” I ordered as I brought my hand up for him. He gave the tiniest nod as he leaned forward and spat once in my hand. “Again.”
He did.
“That’s my good boy,” I praised as I kissed him. Reaching between us, I wrapped my fingers around his cock. He whimpered at the contact, his mouth tearing away from mine as his head fell back with a soft thunk. I stroked him base-to-tip and swiped my thumb over the precum gathering on his slit.
“Oh… fuck,” Harley gasped. “It’s been a while…”
“Don’t worry, princess. Don’t hold back and let me take care of you.”
He nodded, beautifully pliant in my hand. My hand glided easily up and down his length. His hips thrust into my hand with every stroke, matching the pace I set. His breathy moans and whimpers filled the quiet around us. His fingers dug into my shoulders as he scrambled for something to cling to.
With every stroke, I twisted my hand around his crown, my thumb rubbing over that sensitive bundle of nerves. He gasped and whined. Begged softly and thrust mindlessly.
He was so goddamn pretty when he came undone for me. The sounds he made did something to me—they always did. My cock throbbed almost painfully, leaking against my boxers. I needed more from him.
“Louder, princess,” I ordered roughly, needing more from him. “Let go for me.”
“Bite me, please.” His fist anchored in my hair, and he dragged my mouth to his neck. I obliged without hesitation, sinking my teeth into his soft skin. The sound he let out was downright feral. It made my balls tighten with anticipation.
I bit him again just to hear the sound all over again.
“Mav, I’m…” His voice caught in his throat. His hips rocked endlessly in my hand as he chased his own release. I stroked him faster, matching the pace he set.
“Don’t hold back now,” I murmured. His breath came out in broken pants laced with cracked moans and grunts.
His dick pulsed in my hand as he rode the edge.
Something that sounded a lot like please over and over fell off his lips, begging for the moment the tension snapped and set him free.
“Paint my hand with your cum, princess.”
I sank my teeth one last time into the muscular line of his neck and listened to him shatter with a desperate, pathetic sound that made my cock weep.
Hot cum spilled across my knuckles and smeared between my fingers as I continued stroking him rapidly through every sensation, milking him for every drop he had in him.
His body went rigid under me, hips stuttering in their rhythm, and his fingers damn near tore my hair out.
Only when he was spent and slumping against the SUV did I stop. I smoothed my tongue over the bite on his neck.
“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” I said as I kissed my way up his neck.
I nipped at his ear and enjoyed the full-body shudder he let out.
As I went to pull away, he caught my wrist and brought my hand to his mouth.
His tongue was hot on my skin as he licked my fingers clean, drawing a growl out from deep inside me. Fuck, that was hot.
Threading my fingers through his, I kissed him, my tongue pushing through his parted lips. I savored the taste of him—chocolate and cum swirling together, giving a whole new layer to my new favorite dessert.