Chapter Six
Harley
Something changes. The air shifts around us, shimmering with something I don’t fully understand, but I feel it.
And then I look up at Edge’s face, contorted and dark, his gaze sending a thrill of painful desire shooting through me.
He’s never looked at me that way before.
I have never seen him look that way, period.
Like he’s a second away from losing himself and turning into a complete animal.
I’ve never seen him so on edge, so dark and dangerous.
It’s wildly thrilling.
My stomach cramps up and a rush of moisture trickles down my already drenched thighs. I swallow hard, the salty, earthy taste of him still on my tongue and I love that more than anything on earth.
I watch as he carefully arranges himself, tucking his massive cock, which is still hard as a rock, the tip just as angry and red, the shaft as thick and veiny, back into his jeans. He zips them up, his eyes never leaving my face.
I expect him to toss me back onto the bed, to bury his face between my legs, like I’ve imagined him doing, my hands gripping frantically in his hair as he tastes me for the first time, but he doesn’t.
He doesn’t move. Other than his ragged breaths lifting his massive shoulders and chest, Edge stands like a statue.
His nostrils flare and his hands slowly fist at his sides.
Fear knifes through my chest, as brutal and destructive as if a real knife has just been plunged in there.
“Did I… I mean… did I do it wrong?”
“Wrong?” His jaw slackens in amazement as I stare up at him.
“Fuck, Harley,” he curses. “Wrong? No. You didn’t do it wrong.
” His nostrils flare again and his jaw tightens.
His pulse leaps at his neck, the vein throbbing angrily there, against his bronzed skin.
His eye slams shut, like he’s fighting for control.
I realize that’s what it is. Control. He doesn’t like when it slips. He doesn’t like feeling unguarded. It makes me feel strange and powerful that I can do this to Edge. That I can break through his armor to the softest parts below, straight to his heart.
My eyes flick to his lips when I see them move.
“Trying to control myself to keep from knocking you back on that bed and fucking you so fucking hard you won’t be able to walk for weeks.
Trying to stop myself, because that’s not how I want this to go.
Want to be inside of you more than you can imagine, Harley.
Want to fuck your mouth, your sweet cunt, your tight little ass.
Want every single bit of you, but not tonight. Not fucking tonight.”
His words twist me up inside, start a fire that burns through me with brutal intensity, razing my heart and soul to the ground, birthing something new and wondrously terrifying.
“I don’t trust myself. I want tonight to be for you. I want you to learn about surrender by being the one taking the lead, you get me?”
I don’t, but I nod slowly. How can I surrender if I’m in control?
He knows I don’t know anything about this, but he’s not playing games with me.
I realize that all I can do is trust him, trust him to guide and teach me.
The throbbing between my legs, the ache in my stomach, the burning in my limbs, all of it shreds me, transforms me, and honestly, I just want him.
I want him any way he’ll take me. I just need him to banish the ache that’s been roaring inside of me, unsated, for years.
“I’m going to spread out on that bed, and you’re gonna get on my face. You’re gonna split your pretty legs and ride me and let me feast on your delicious cunt. Right now, you’re in control. You decide how much you want.”
My cheeks flush hot, scarlet I’m sure, at the mental picture he just painted in my mind.
Before I can say anything, though, Edge moves with that easy grace he carries himself with, even hurting and battered.
I watch him spread out on the bed, taking up most of it, even though it’s a big bed.
He lays himself out and shuts his eyes. I watch his every movement, watch his lips.
“I’m waiting, darlin’. Waiting for you to sit that pretty cunt on my mouth. I’ve been waiting to taste you for months now. Been starving for you, for that first, sweet taste of your ambrosia.”
My god. I never imagined that he’d say such dirty things to me.
His words hit me like a hot caress, searing away the light and the innocent parts of me, cutting straight to the darkest parts below.
A warm rush trickles down my thighs and Edge’s lips quirk up, like he knows exactly what his filthy words are doing to me.
“I might fall asleep here though, if you take any longer.”
A war is waging inside of me. Fighting. The baser side wins. I want this more than I care about being shy or embarrassed or how silly I might look doing it. It overrules my doubts, doubts that Edge might not like me, how I taste, how I look…
I turn and crawl up the bed beside Edge’s prone form. He watches me with the intensity of a predator.
“Fucking starving for you. You gonna deny me?” he asks, when I hesitate.
He doesn’t move when I position myself over his chest, even though the flames burning in his gaze bank higher.
He lets me arrange myself over him, and even though my body burns hot with embarrassment and uncertainty, he doesn’t move.
He lets me do it, lets me come to him, lets me give myself up this way, and I understand a little of what he meant when he said that I’d find surrender in control.
He stares up at me, somehow all power and raw warrior below me.
His hands come up to grip my thighs, big strong calloused fingers smoothing over my sensitive, heated skin.
He lets out a groan that rumbles through his entire body like dense, low thunder, when his fingers sweep up to the slick moisture trailing down my thighs.
Edge tugs me down to his mouth. It’s on my tongue to protest, to pull away, but the second his warm mouth hits my overheated skin, I’m done.
He places an open mouthed kiss on my thigh, then uses his tongue to lap up the beads of moisture, gathering it like a treasure into his mouth.
He sighs deeply and I close my eyes and sink down lower, opening myself to him shamelessly.
His hands guide me to his mouth and at the first stroke of his tongue, as he licks me down my seam, all the way from back to front, I scream.
I can’t help myself. I never thought that anything could feel so incredible.
He gives me another slow pass before he stops at my aching entrance and spears me with his tongue, pressing it up inside of me.
I press my hands flat on the wall to try and stabilize myself, to keep myself from melting away, shattering into nothing, even as I open myself to him, to his greedy tongue, which plunges inside of me over and over.
My legs shake violently and I rock hard, driving myself over his hot mouth.
He licks and suckles at me, scrapes his teeth over my folds so that my skin burns.
I ride his face hard, rocking my hips back and forth, grinding into his tongue, his lips, anything and everything.
I can’t stop myself from doing it. His tongue swirls over me and plunges inside and I’m gone, shattering, my inhibitions completely gone, everything stripped bare as the explosion of pleasure detonates in my core.
It’s like a black hole, sucking all reason and logic and everything else out of me.
I don’t even realize I’m screaming until after, when I start to come back down.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stem the sound, mortified at how easily and quickly I came. Will Edge be disappointed that I didn’t last longer? Was it everything he thought it would be?
I’m still having aftershocks when Edge grabs my hips and rolls me roughly off of him. I let out a shocked gasp as I’m set on my knees. His strong hands guide me though, molding my body, pushing me into my hands and knees, spreading me out in front of him.
I glance behind me, shocked to find him there, staring at me spread so lewdly open in front of him, my juices leaking down my thighs, still throbbing from the orgasm he just gave me.
He makes sure that I’m watching him. That I can see every single word.
“Beautiful.” The harsh darkness in his gaze echoes his words and lets me realize the full truth of them.
“Fucking so beautiful. And mine. I’m gonna eat you again from behind.
Feel my mouth on your cunt. Feel me worship what’s mine. ”
His words nearly make my legs collapse, but then his hands sweep down to my hips.
He braces me as he spreads himself out behind me and his face delves between my parted legs.
I have never felt anything more incredible than Edge’s mouth on my sex, his tongue laving at my folds, darting up into my entrance.
He fucks me with his talented mouth, his lips and tongue plying me, devastating me, until I’m trembling.
And right when I’m there, trembling, whimpering and moaning and rocking my hips like an animal into him, he denies me. He brings his face away and I nearly scream in frustration at the unfairness of it.
My whole body tenses when his hand sweeps from my hip to my ass cheek. He parts me easily and then I feel him there. His mouth. His tongue. Scalding and hot and so unbearably intimate against my asshole, a place that seems so taboo that it’s that much more thrilling.
My hips jerk back as the strange sensations flow through me.
The pleasure isn’t like before. It’s hotter, darker, deeper, sinking into every single one of my muscles.
His other hand sweeps between my legs, his fingers slick from my weeping sex.
His tongue swirls over my ass at the same time his fingers find my clit.
I expect some slow, gentle caress, but this is Edge and I should know better.
He pinches down hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I nearly rocket out of my skin.
It’s too much. The pleasure, the fire, the pain. I’m overwhelmed and I tumble down hard, tossed into the waves of another incredible climax. I scream his name and I rock and buck, writhing wantonly, taking every single ounce of pleasure he gives me.
I take and take, filling myself up until I shatter all over again. I writhe and pant until I’m nothing but the pleasure. It rocks me, wrings me out, transforms me, until I have to collapse.
Edge lets me. He lets me hit the bed hard.
He collapses beside me and hauls me into his arms. I want to tell him.
I want to tell him how it feels, what he’s done to me, how he’s changed me, how I could never have imagined that anything could feel so good, how I fucking love him with every ounce and fiber of my being, but my eyes are too heavy, his arms so warm and strong and sure, and I just have to hope that, above everything, he knows what’s in my heart.