Chapter 18 Emma #2
I nodded, letting out the most pathetic “uh huh” I’ve ever made. My body was crying out for him, my pussy already slippery even though we were submerged. Harlan rolled my pelvis so my center stroked his cock, and I felt it again: little hard beads stacked on his shaft.
“Harlan, are you pierced?”
He smirked again and looked between us like he wasn’t sure. “I don’t know. Am I?” He used his hand to guide me all the way to his tip, then back down again. “Why don’t you count them for me?”
I put my hands on his shoulders and pressed my chest into his, starting a slow grind from his base. There was one, then two.
Harlan’s voice was low and gentle. “Start over. Let Daddy hear you count.”
A little moan escaped me. Holy shit. I didn’t know I was into that but now it was happening and could my nipples get any harder?
“One, two,” I curled my hips more to search for the next one, “it’s kind of hard to tell.”
His fingers toyed with the tie at my hip. “Do you need to get closer?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Just yes?” He raised his eyebrows and waited, his hand coasting over the divot of my waist.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. With him of all people. It made no sense, but in the moment, it made all the sense in the world and I couldn’t even consider putting an end to this.
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
Harlan’s lips and mustache brushed under my jaw. “Such a good girl,” he whispered into my skin.
He pulled the thin, dark blue string at my hip, the string bikini I ordered for myself the night after the hot tub got delivered because, for whatever reason, I wanted to feel sexy in my hot tub.
The hot tub that he had given me. The string bikini I never imagined Harlan would see on me, the one that, deep down, I knew I bought with him in mind.
The bikini I bought because it was sexy, but also because it was the color of his eyes. The bikini I bought because I liked the thought of how he might look at me if I wore it.
Here he was, looking at me even more intensely than I imagined he would. Because while there was a thrumming, insistent sexual beat to this, there was also a raw and needy tenderness.
And now, my skin begged for him to take it off. He popped the string on my other hip open and, with a light tug on the back of it, the fabric floated away behind me. My hips chased his fingers, wanting him to touch me, needing relief for this all-consuming ache.
“Count again for me, Emma.”
Logical Emma wanted to smack him, to tell him he was ridiculous, to tell him to fuck off and get out of my house. But Logical Emma wasn’t home. This version of me felt more alive than I’d felt in a long time. Understood. Like everything clicked into place.
Now bare to him and separated only by his Calvins, I started my slow ascent to his cloth-covered tip. “One, two,” I paused to moan as the barbells caught on my engorged clit and rolled off it.
“Good.” Harlan brushed his lips over my chest. “Keep going.”
One hand cupped my ass while the other started to creep up my back.
“Three, four, fuck, it feels so good.”
He grinned against my skin. His fingers pulled open the tie at my mid-back. “I know it does, princess. Keep counting.”
Princess. He’d only called me that when he was trying to insult me. Here, it felt like bonafide praise. He caressed the exposed skin on my back.
“Five,” I gasped, hardly believing what I was feeling, “six?”
“Very good, Emma.” I started squirming, wanting to grind away on him, but he held me still. “Not yet. Should we take this top off?”
“Yes.” I nodded emphatically. He could have asked for some pretty absurd things in that moment and I would have done them.
With his focus on my eyes, Harlan untied the last remaining bow on my bathing suit. His hand dragged between my breasts to grab the bottom band and pull it away from my skin. Then, he looked his fill.
I was naked in Harlan Royce’s lap.
Normally, I’d have felt objectified, used.
But Harlan grew even harder against me and all I felt was wanted, craved, desired.
A hand pressed between my shoulder blades as he drew my chest up to his mouth, his lips surrounding and pulling on my nipple.
I groaned, then remembered that Liam’s window was right above us.
We had to keep quiet. It was almost an out of body experience.
The hot water, his wet tongue on my breasts, and his hard tip teasing my clit.
I wiggled to try to get friction from him.
“Let me ride you.”
“Desperate little thing,” he chuckled. “Who knew?”
I growled, then fisted my hand in the back of his hair to make him look at me. “Daddy, please let me ride you.”
“You did ask nicely.” He smirked and canted his hips forward, pushing his underwear down until they too floated away. “You think you’re wet enough to ride me under the water here?”
His hand scraped up my thigh until he turned his palm to face my body. Two fingers slipped easily through my slit.
“Damn, Em. You must really hate me.”
I pressed my forehead to his and rocked my hips against his fingers, needing some kind of relief urgently. “Do you want me to get off on your fingers or on your cock?”
He put his head back like I wasn’t using his hand to fuck myself. “Hmm. I think you’ll need to earn my cock.”
“Just the piercings,” I tried.
“So entitled,” he scoffed. “You gotta earn the piercings too.”
“Daddy,” I whined, but it turned into a pleasured moan when he let his fingers dig deeper, thrusting inside me and returning to glide over my clit. “I need to come.”
“You need to?” he taunted me. “When did you get so needy, Emma? I thought you hated me.”
My pleasure surged higher. This was almost a copy-paste out of my sex dream about him, one where I was in his lap and he was buried inside me, with my clit grinding his stomach, one where he praised how wet I got for him, how good I tasted, how I really didn’t hate him at all.
But Sex Dream Harlan didn’t have six metal bars in his cock, just for my pleasure. The thought that Real Harlan could be better than Sex Dream Harlan was unspeakable.
I’d had enough.
I locked my hands behind his neck and rode his fingers like it was the fucking Kentucky Derby.
He sank his other hand into my ass so hard he hit bone, letting my entrance occasionally fit over his cock.
It would be irresponsible to fuck him bare, but I couldn’t have cared less in that moment.
I was high on it, the danger, the thrill, the way I couldn’t fucking stand him and I couldn’t stand that I couldn’t get enough.
“Is this what you thought I wanted you to ride? Hmm?” He pulsed his tip against me, but only outside. I felt empty as a drum, my pussy aching to take all of him, his fingers never quite enough when I knew that cock would fill me perfectly.
“No, I thought you wanted me on your smug little mustache.”
“Is that what you think about when you look at me? You think about sitting on my face?”
I panted, unable to breathe evenly with the anticipation coursing through me. “Only to shut you up.”
He narrowed his eyes and sported a grin so wicked it almost put me over the edge. “That can be arranged.”
He moved us into the corner of the hot tub. “Is your son a heavy sleeper?”
“Like the dead,” I said.
“Good.”
Using pure strength, Harlan gripped my waist and lifted me out of the water, settling my knees on either side of his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-screamed as I worked to find my balance. “I’m going to fall off!”
“Not on my watch.” His hands held my hips while he waited for me to get comfortable.
My knees found purchase on either side of his head.
I tested my perch and found that with his help, I was pretty secure.
Cautiously, I threaded my fingers through his hair.
I tightened my grip, and that pinned the back of his head flat to the edge of the tub, giving my pussy perfect access to his mouth.
Once settled, his tongue spread me wide and took a long drag up toward the front of me.
He placed an infuriatingly soft kiss on my clit.
Midnight blue eyes squinted up at me. “You wanted to ride it, princess. Ride it.”
I took a testing roll of my hips, watching him first to make sure I wasn’t suffocating our star goalie, and then because I couldn’t believe that’s whose face I was sitting on. His hand sank into my ass and guided me forward, encouraging me to take more.
“You’re sure?” I asked and he responded with a furrowed brow and his hand shooting up to massage my breast. “Oh, god.”
A look down into his eyes gave me a front row seat to how much he was into it. I was into it. We were feeding off each other. I hated him. I loved this. Sucking, nipping, the soft brush of that mustache against the most sensitive part of me.
“Royce. Harlan. Daddy. Shit.” Some other version of me would have been embarrassed at the fervent way I humped his face, but any self-consciousness faded away when he moaned against me. He was close. Had to be.
I reached behind me, searching for that part of him to touch.
Harlan lifted his hips to help me find it.
My fingers caressed his tip and drifted down to find a few of those unbelievable beads.
My mouth watered with the urge to taste what I felt, this part of him that I’d only held in dreams before.
He moaned to encourage me, his tongue flicking my clit and finally sealing the deal when it dipped inside me, hitting that sensitive spot from within.
How was I going to stay quiet when this pleasure encompassed every sense, when my thighs started to shake, when I had to rely on his arm strength to keep me balanced because I was falling, feeling everything in every limb until I was throbbing against his face, gasping for air, practically wheezing through the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.
I couldn’t help it. I whimpered as my body was lowered, his mouth chasing after me like he needed one last taste before he was deprived of it forever. When I was back in the water, I lunged for him.
“Hips up.”
He lifted his hips to the water’s surface again and I filled my mouth with his balls while my hand cautiously worked his shaft. His hand closed around mine, showing me how hard he liked it.
It all happened so fast, his cock pulsing in my hand before I registered that he was coming, cum already splashed on his stomach and pooling in his belly button.
I raised up so I could seal my lips around his tip to catch the rest, practically melting as he released into my mouth.
His hand fisted into my hair while he took a few final thrusts into my mouth.
“Emma, fuck, so good.” His eyes were as wide as I’d ever seen them. Incredulous. Disbelieving. He moaned when I opened my mouth wider to try taking more of him, my tongue swirling at the sensitive spot under his tip.
“Fffuck, Emma,” he whimpered. I sucked to release him with a pop, then sat back.
He let his hips fall back into the water, his cum washing off as he went slack.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, letting him see, something I had never strived for in my life, but something I very much wanted to do with him.
He had just done a circus act to eat me out. He deserved it.
I winked at him as he gripped the back of my head. “Good girls share.”
I wouldn’t kiss him. This couldn’t be our first kiss. We hadn’t kissed that whole time and now? In a way this lewd? No way.
I drew my tongue back into my mouth and swallowed as fast as I could. “Too bad I’m not a good girl.”
I tried not to shriek too loud when he grabbed my ass and pulled me back into him. But his touch softened. He cradled me in his lap, pressing a wet kiss to my temple.
“Sorry, are you . . . cuddling me?”
He squeezed me harder and shushed me. “If we don’t mention it, it’s not real.”
I laughed, and somehow that made me want to hold him tighter. I looped my arms behind his neck and he hummed a soft chuckle when I kissed under his jaw.
A finger traced down my spine, stopping where I had some bumpy skin. “Is this from the accident?”
“Probably,” I said. “I don’t really get to see it much since it’s on my back.”
Harlan guided me to sit up, examining my back more closely. “Looks almost healed up. A little scar, though.”
His lips brushed over the vertebra in question, and I melted that much more.
He’d put his lips all over my body without hesitation.
The first place I had my mouth on him was his cock when he was coming.
He’d tried to get me to kiss him, but I don’t know.
It felt wrong somehow. Like it would make it too real.
I must have tensed, because Harlan shifted to cradle me again. He kissed my forehead. “Don’t overthink it. I wanted you. You wanted me. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that.”
I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. “Just a couple of orgasms between nemeses. Nothing more.”
A nagging voice deep inside me yearned for more. It begged for this to be real, for it to continue and be ongoing. Whatever had just happened didn’t feel the way I thought it would. It felt bigger.
That voice got shoved right back from whence it came.
“Exactly,” he agreed, but it sounded resigned, disappointed almost.
I couldn’t bear that discomfort. I had to lighten the mood. “We do have one problem.”
“Yeah?”
“You got my hot tub pregnant.”
Royce cracked up, nestling his face into my neck before emerging again. “Good news, princess.”
“Hmm?”
“I have a vasectomy.”