31. Harlow
Chapter 31
Harlow
I know Harrison’s intentions were genuine when he brought me over to his place. That’s just his nature. The fact that it led to so much more is proof of how potent the chemistry between us is.
Harrison and I fought for the lead on his couch for ten minutes. Harsh deep kisses. Wandering, rough hands. Clothing pulled forcefully off each other. My nails. Harrison’s teeth. All of it was purely lascivious.
It didn’t last long before Harrison scooped me up into his arms, carried me to his bed, and tossed me onto it. Plush, soft, and large, it is much more comfortable than the bed I have in the bunkhouse, not that I’m complaining.
After all that push and pull, I’m lying here in only my socks, my sweater long gone, my shorts and underwear currently held captive in Harrison’s grasp.
He stands at the foot of the bed, shirt left in the living room, pants hanging so low on his hips I can make out the groomed stubble at his pelvis. His chest rises and falls with heavy, deep breaths as he looks at me with a heated gaze.
I bring my hands to a sock, moving to remove it .
“Stop,” he commands, and I freeze. Looking up at him, I cock a brow in challenge.
I am a little addicted to our fight for power. When Harrison tells me what to do, it feels so good to defy him and push him to the breaking point. When I tell him what to do, I can see how much he enjoys listening.
“Leave them on.” He tosses my clothing aside and kneels on the bed. “Lie back.”
I don’t listen, but I don’t entirely disobey. I just lean back, placing my hands behind me and opening my bent knees. I can imagine the eyeful he’s getting right now.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, trying to look at every part of me. His eyes move from my defiant face to my chest, my legs, and land on my wet cunt.
“Fuck, witch,” he says, moving closer to me on all fours. When he stops in between my knees, I hold my breath. His defined shoulders are one of his best features. I see the strain in them as he pushes more of his weight forward. He lowers himself onto his stomach, pushing up onto his elbows.
“Don’t you worry, I’m going to make you feel all better.” His words dance across the skin of my inner thigh. He drapes my left leg over his shoulder while placing wet kisses up my thigh, inching closer and closer.
“I’ll take your mind off all your troubles.” He licks along my outer lips, tracing the small crease. I wish he would just get to it and lick up my drenched center.
“What was it you said . . . my kisses inspire you?” He kisses my pubic bone, still not going where I want him most. “Inspire you how, Harlow?” He talks against my skin, something no one has ever done. I don’t answer, and he nips at one of my labia, pulling the plump flesh before releasing it.
Did he just bite my pussy?
Yes.
Did I like it?
No. I loved it.
“Answer me, witch.” He bites my thigh and then licks where his teeth took purchase.
“To write,” I sigh. Harrison’s head pops up over my hips.
“You’re writing for real?” His tone is surprised. “What will that mean for editing?”
I let out an annoyed huff.
“Really, kid?” I go to put my hand on his head to push him where I want him, but he dodges me and then grabs my wrist.
“Well, I know you’re an editor right now. Do you want to be a writer? What are you writing about?” He’s smiling now, excitement beaming from him. So young and full of energy.
“Should I put my shorts back on?” I ask with playful annoyance.
Harrison has the gall to actually laugh. He playfully crawls up my body and kisses my lips.
“No, but you’ll tell me more about this later. I won’t forget.”
Lowering himself back down between my legs, he drapes them both over his shoulders and eats me like his last meal. After a week of hot make-out sessions and blow jobs, I didn’t realize how ready I was to have him pleasure me. I would get myself off, masturbate during or after, but this is so much better.
His mouth explores me more this time. Licking, biting, sucking. He’s not worried about the mess he’s making, and his fingers join his mouth. He spreads his fingers inside me, no doubt trying to warm me up for his thick cock. He builds up a rhythm, and when I get close, he slows down, drawing out my pleasure. I’ve dropped back onto the bed, and I’m writhing and begging him to make a choice.
“Kid. I swear to God. You better make me come right now or else.” He snickers against my wet pussy, and the vibration feels electric.
Harrison picks up on my body language and flicks his tongue lightly over my clit, so quickly it almost feels like a vibrator. I lift my head to look, but all I see is his mouth sealed over my hood. With three thick fingers, he slowly pumps into me, a complete contrast to the speed I’m experiencing externally.
“Oh—” I start, but only a deep moan leaves me as my eyes clamp shut, and I finally come. My pussy spasms on his fingers as I ride his face as hard as I ride this wave.
He leads me through my orgasm, not pushing me too far, and not letting off too much. I’m brought back down and feel weightless.
“I don’t think you realize . . .” Harrison’s voice cuts through my haziness. I feel the weight of him shift on the bed and his body heat radiating above me. His wet lips are against mine as he finishes. “How beautiful you are.” I feel a light kiss against my lazily parted lips.
“Are you done for the night, sorceress? Do you have room for more?”
I open my eyes to Harrison leaning back, his hands at the waist of his pants, looking at me desperately.
“I want it all, Harrison.” I smile at the vision in front of me.
He grins and jerks his head over my shoulder. “Condom, bedside table.”
I turn and move on all fours as I reach over to the bedside table. On my hands and knees, I feel brazen as fuck. Naked except for these socks, my soaked pussy and ass on complete display. My small breasts don’t sway or move as I crawl.
When I pull the drawer open, I feel the quick movements behind me as Harrison moves over and covers my naked body with his. He slides his knees between mine, his chest to my back, his left arm braced next to mine, and his right hand takes hold of my wrist.
“Don’t fucking move,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, and I shudder.
I feel his erection against my ass, my opening below it. In complete defiance, I push back against him and move my hips up and down, sliding my wet cunt over that hard, intoxicating ridge.
“Harris—” I sigh, getting drunk on how good his skin feels against me. “I-I have an IUD. Please?—”
He pushes himself back and kneels behind me. His strong, calloused hands knead my ass.
“Fuck, ask again.” I feel his thumbs slide down my ass to my pussy where he parts my wet lips. “Beg me, witch. Beg me to fuck this tight, cursed cunt bare. For me to fill you up.”
Not an ounce of hesitation from this girl, not me.
“Please fuck me. Please don’t stop. Please sink that fat cock into me. Please finally—” My last word is lost on me. My mouth falls open as I feel Harrison slide the head of his erection along my slick opening. He leisurely drags it up and down, and I’m frozen in place, in fear that if I push back, he will stop and edge me further.
A deep hum sounds from his throat. When he starts to slide into me, I hear the sharp intake of his breath, and I bite my bottom lip. I’ve had lovers before but the sex with them wasn’t this electric. I didn’t want it this badly. Although it’s absolutely not the time for it, Heath crosses my mind, and I’m almost positive it won’t be like this with him, either.
“Fuck,” Harrison whispers, likely to himself as he continues to push into me. He isn’t rushing, just taking his time savoring the feeling of us connecting.
“Oh fuck, this is sinful. This is too fucking much,” he growls as his grip on my hips tightens. I can’t take it anymore, and I’m willing to take whatever kind of punishment he decides to dish. Likely, I will answer it with a harsher punishment the next time I’m in control. Quickly and forcefully, I push my hips back, completely seating him to me.
“Oh shit!” we say in unison.
“Harrison, please just fuck me already!” I beg.
Does he ever.
He slides in and out of me, holding my hips, but not once does he seat himself completely. I don’t feel his hips hit my ass again as he pumps into me. I feel like he’s only using half his dick, and I’m still delirious for it.
Dropping down to my elbows, I arch my back, pushing my hips as high as they can go. I lean more onto my left elbow and slide my right hand down and between my legs. I’m so wet that moisture is trickling down my thighs. My fingers start to make tiny circles around my clit for only a moment before I have to stop, almost pushing myself to a quick orgasm.
Harrison notices me stopping and slides a hand over my hip to where my fingers were. I anticipate him making movements similar to mine, except he doesn’t. His index and middle fingers go to where we’re connected, and he spreads my lips further. It’s not like I need it, I’m accepting his girth just fine. Still, the act is erotic. His fingers exploring us together is exciting and new.
A deep, satisfied groan leaves him.
I love it.
Suddenly, he drops his hand and picks up his pace, every few strokes finally sinking all the way in. The sounds in the room are erotic, but there are no words, just the sounds of us finally connecting.
“Harlow, I’m so close. Tell me what you need. I need to make you feel good.”
Is he stupid? This is perfect. He could swipe my clit once and I would explode.
“I got it,” I say, sliding my fingers back to my clit.
“No!” he barks. “Me.” He pulls my hand away and quickly replaces it with his own.
Harrison’s pace and depth both change once his fingers make contact with my aching clit. Long, hard, and deep strokes rub against sensitive nerves inside me while his skilled fingers work the ones outside.
“Mmm, yes,” I moan loudly, about to jump off that cliff into the abyss.
Harrison’s rhythm never wavers as I reach that peak and scream out his name.
“Oh, fu—” His words stop, and his fingers move to my opening as he slams into me, his cock pulsing and his warm release filling me. I feel my pussy pulsing around his girth and against his fingers. It’s one of the most erotic things I’ve experienced.
I love it.
Just when I think this is everything I’d hoped it be, he gives me more.
Harrison slides his two fingers into me, stretching me even more and rubbing our cum along his shaft inside me. I feel his dick twitch more, and I shiver beneath him.
When he pulls his fingers free, I look over my shoulder and watch him bring them to his mouth, licking them clean. He keeps hard eye contact with me as his tongue licks his messy fingers.
“You. Are. Mine.”
I am.
For the next three and a half weeks.