Chapter 15 Harlan
Harlan
I need to distract Katie completely from her day.
And I intend to do that with my tongue.
“Get up here now, woman. I am starving for you,” I tell her as she straddles me, and I grab her hips.
With a laugh, she says, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
“No, that’s what you’ll be doing in a couple minutes.”
She climbs up my body, naked and glorious, her fantastic tits bouncing, her soft skin glowing in the moonlight.
“Let’s see about that,” she teases as she reaches my shoulders.
I loop my arms around her, grab her ass, tug her close. “You doubt me? I can’t wait to prove you wrong. You’ll be coming in three minutes, sweetheart,” I tell her, then give her no time to protest as I bring her sweet, wet pussy to my face.
I inhale the intoxicating scent of this aroused woman, and the first taste of her is incredible. My eyes roll back in my head, and I groan so damn loud. She’s sweet and salty and sexy.
“You’re so wet,” I tell her, stating the patently obvious, but sometimes it needs to be stated.
“Seems you turn me on,” she says, then presses her hands to the headboard and rocks.
Oh yes.
Fuck my face, babycakes.
Fuck me hard and good.
Only I can’t say any of that out loud since my lips are so damn busy with a fantastic pussy right now.
My hands curl around her hips, and I rock her back and forth over my mouth, devouring her sweetness, tasting her wonderful heat.
The woman is silky and hot.
And…it turns out…loud.
“Oh God,” she whimpers as she rocks shamelessly against my face. “Yes…please…more.”
I’ve got a live wire here.
With a firm grip, I lavish love on her center, my tongue flicking against the delicious rise of her clit.
“Yes, oh God, yes. I love that, love it so much,” she gasps.
My entire body goes up in flames.
Heat licks every corner of me as Katie goes to town on my face.
She’s losing her mind, shedding any inhibition as she rides me like I’m her bucking bronco.
Yee-fucking-haw.
My hands clamp down on those hips as I lick and suck and French kiss her until she’s tossing her head back and shouting my name.
Harlan, oh God, Harlan.
Yes, yes, yes.
Her words turn into a dirty chant. A wild, desperate plea.
And I’m so goddamn happy as I rise to the occasion of my sex-superhero calling, devouring her till she’s breaking apart on me.
Grabbing the headboard, she tenses. Everything goes on a sensual, heady pause. Until… “Yes!”
She starts up again, trembling, as she rides my face through her orgasm, her taste flooding my tongue.
Prides suffuses me, and wild desire too, infusing every damn cell.
I hold her tight as she pants and moans. As she comes down, I gently lift her off my face, setting her next to me on the bed.
A few seconds later, I stretch over her, pressing my hard cock against her soft stomach. “Want to make you come again, sweetheart,” I say, pushing, rubbing, letting her know how hard I am.
“Yes, please, now.”
I reach an arm to the nightstand, grab a condom from the drawer.
When I return to the beauty, she slides a hand down her body, traveling between her tits, heading for her mound. She parts her legs wide for me.
“Fucking beautiful,” I moan in appreciation as I settle between those toned thighs.
“So are you,” she says, reaching for my chest, her expression lust drunk, like she’s still high on her first orgasm.
I roll on the condom, then rub the head of my cock against her slick heat. She arches, her body begging, her voice husky.
My dick throbs with anticipation.
But before I push in, I wiggle a brow. “So, how about an I told you so? That was less than three minutes.”
Her grin is electric. “You’re right. You’re so damn right. You’re so fucking right. Now give me that fine dick, and give it to me hard.”
And I’m positive God is a Renegades fan and rewarding me for that last Super Bowl win.
Because this is heaven.
I slide inside, her heat welcoming me as I fill her to the hilt.
Her breath hitches. Mine escapes my lungs in a shuddery gasp.
Because she is divine. “You feel incredible.” I grunt, savoring the tight warmth of her body.
Wrapping her legs around my ass, she whispers, “So do you.”
She loops her hands around my neck and draws me closer. She’s all vulnerable as she asks, “Will you kiss me?”
Wherever are my manners? I haven’t kissed the woman tonight. “Shame on me for not kissing your lips before your sweet pussy.”
“Shame indeed,” she teases.
As I swivel my hips and drive into her, I drop my mouth to hers, catching her lips with mine. My eyes close, and we get lost in each other.
Our tongues explore.
Lips slide.
Mouths tangle.
She lets out a sensual sigh. “Mmm yes,” she murmurs and I deepen the kiss.
“So good,” I whisper, savoring her mouth as I fill her body.
We kiss as we fuck.
Long, slow, indulgent kisses mixed with passionate thrusts.
It’s the perfect pace. Limbs tangled together, bodies connected, breath coming fast.
She bows her back, arching with me, moving like water as I take my time, enjoying this delicious, lingering rhythm.
A pace that soon seems to drive her wild.
She moans as she jerks me closer, wraps those long, toned legs around my body, rocking up with me. She’s so in tune with herself. So connected with her own pleasure. It’s incredible to watch her move, to feel her let go.
Her ankles hook around my ass, tugging me even deeper. A hot spike of lust shoots down my spine. “Mmm. Use me, sweetheart,” I rasp in her ear, bracing myself on my forearms, my chest sliding against her firm tits.
“I am, oh God, I am,” she murmurs, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. “Deeper,” she begs.
I love it when a woman asks for exactly what she wants—and when I can give it to her. I ease out, nearly all the way, then drive back into her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans, stretching her neck.
“You want me to fuck you good and hard?”
“I do, yes, I do.”
“Then let me put you on your hands and knees.”
Her eyes sparkle with dirty yeses.
In seconds we scramble around, shifting position. The beautiful woman lifts her hips, and I slide back home.
Stilling myself as her body hugs me.
Then I roam my hand up her back, grip her shoulder, and pin her in place as I fuck her deep and hard, with powerful, long thrusts that make her shake with pleasure.
She drops down to her elbows, and in seconds, she’s gasping again.
Groaning.
Then shouting my name once more.
“Oh God, yes, oh God, yes,” she moans, tensing, and a climax seems to tear through her body.
That’s enough for me.
It trips my wires, and pleasure seizes me, taking me captive. I come hard.
The aftershocks radiate spectacularly through every damn cell in my body.
I dip my face, giving her a little bite on the shoulder.
“Mmm, nibble on me,” she murmurs.
I nip her once more.
She laughs lightly. It’s a great sound, and it makes me smile.
I roll to my side and ease out of her. “I’ve wanted to do that with you for more than seven years.”
She turns her gaze to me. Her eyes are etched with happiness, but it reads a little temporary. “When I woke up this morning, this wasn’t how I expected tonight to go,” she admits with a touch of sadness.
My shoulders tense. Is she about to gather her things and fly out of here? I don’t want her to go. But then, she can’t truly take off. She has nothing to wear.
Hazards of jilted-bride sex, it seems.
Still, I want her to want to be here.
I didn’t expect to feel so much want. Not tonight, and not of that variety.
“I’m sure you didn’t,” I say with sympathy. That’s the reality of her day, and I can’t escape it.
Hell, she can’t truly escape it.
She was dumped on her wedding day.
My stresses are nothing compared to hers.
“But,” she adds, running her fingers down my arm, “I’m weirdly, strangely glad I’m here.”
A smile tips my lips.
All things considered, that’s as good as it gets with compliments on a day like today.
And I’ll take what I can get from her.
Oh yes, I will.
***
After we clean up, I bring her back to bed, nuzzling her neck. “Do you have to go?”
I hope she says no. I really want her to stay. It’s been a while. A long while. No one’s spent the night in ages, and having a woman in my arms feels too damn good.
No, that’s not it.
Having Katie in my arms feels great.
She props her head in her hand. Fear flickers across those pretty eyes—worry too. “Do you want me to go?”
I hate what she’s been through. That it may make her doubt…everything. “Hell, no. I want you to stay.” I can give her that much—the truth, something her slimeball of an ex couldn’t muster up. “And I definitely want you to spend the night,” I add, even as nerves prickle along my skin.
What the hell? I’m not a guy who feels nerves. But I do with her, and I think I know why. She’s tough on the outside, using her humor as a shield, her sex appeal as a source of strength. She’s all confidence and guts, but she’s also remarkably fragile.
I don’t want to take advantage of her.
I don’t want to be the kind of guy I was raised by.
Don’t want to be the bad guy. That’s my worry—the possibility that I could hurt her.
She’s had more than enough of that lately.
“You want me to stay?” She sounds like she can’t believe her luck.
“I sure as hell do.” I sit up. “Wait, are you hungry? I haven’t fed you. I should be ashamed of myself.”
Her stomach rumbles. “I am hungry, and I want to stay.”
With a smile, I swing my legs out of bed, stare at the wedding dress in tatters on the floor, then grab a T-shirt from a drawer and hand it to her.
She pulls it on, swimming in it. “How do I look?”
“Good enough to eat again.” And that’s the truth too.
After I tug on boxer briefs, we head downstairs, where I whip up scrambled eggs.
“You can cook,” she says, whistling in admiration as she sits on a stool at the island counter.
“Isn’t that like the equivalent of saying I can put down the toilet seat? Seems a basic skill.”
She shrugs. “You’d be surprised.”
I throw her a dubious glance. “Don’t tell me Mister Jackass didn’t cook?”
“Didn’t cook. Didn’t clean either.”