Longline
Nolan
AS HARPER MAKES HER WAY down the flagstone path, I step back from the window and grin down at the phone in my hand. When I hear her key slide into the lock, I press a button on the screen.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she says from the other side of the door as I turn up the vibration on the anal plug. Her fist hits the door before it opens. She steps inside with a glare that’s equal parts fury and desperation.
“You really are good at listening today,” I tease, turning up the vibration. She stumbles a step before setting down her bag.
“I think I actually hate you.”
“Tsk tsk. That’s not very nice.”
“Nice would have been you actually fucking me earlier.”
“I still made you come. So, you’re welcome.”
“Right,” she deadpans. “Of course you’d expect a thank-you for edging me five fucking times this afternoon with that goddamn panty vibrator. I’m super grateful.”
“You know what they say . . . ” My smile widens as I turn down the vibration on the anal toy and she throws her empty water bottle at me. “Anticipation is sometimes more fun than the reward itself.”
Harper snorts derisively. “Who said that, exactly?”
“Me.”
“Never could’ve guessed,” she says with a dramatic eye roll.
“If you’re desperate to be fucked and filled with my cum, you can just say that, you know.” I saunter closer, holding the phone so she can see the screen. Her eyes flutter closed when I turn on the panty vibrator, her breath hitching. “You could have taken it off if you really hated it so much.”
She opens her eyes, cutting me with a silver glare that’s far more anguished than it is cruel. “You’ve been torturing me all day. Something makes me think if I took it off, you’d only make it worse.”
She’s right—I have been torturing her all day.
I’ve made excuses to leave the search so I could hunt her down.
I’ve watched her from behind buildings or bushes, waited until she was alone.
And then I’d turn on the toy and relish her every reaction.
The flush in her cheeks. The squirm in her hips.
A clenched fist, a bitten lip. When every sign was there that she was nearing release, I’d turn the toy off.
She’d stomp her foot, let out a growl. Her hunter’s gaze would traverse the landscape, always unable to find me.
And then I’d leave unseen, a smirk painted across my face.
“We have a few hours before it’ll be safe to break into Wallie’s. I was thinking we could have some fun before dinner, but if you’d rather just watch Surviving Love . . . ” I turn off the vibration in the anal toy, taking a step back. I shrug and say, “I mean, it’s up to you.”
“If you don’t fuck me—”
“Ask me nicely,” I command, and Harper’s mouth snaps shut. I fold my arms across my chest and take another step back. “And maybe tell me just how badly you need it too.”
Harper swallows, her focus shifting between my face and the phone in my hand. “Nolan Rhodes—”
“Nicely. None of that bratty shit.”
I tamp down a dark smirk as she fails to contain the ire in her expression. “Dearest Ballmeat . . . ”
“You’re walking a thin line there.”
“I need you to pretty please stop dicking around and fuck me like you promised, because if you don’t fill me with your cum, I will probably go on a murderous rampage, and we wouldn’t want someone to get hurt,” she says, giving me doe eyes and a sad little pout.
“Hmm. That sounds just a little bit like a threat.”
“Or a fact.”
“Well, when you put it that way . . . ” I turn on the anal toy again and she shudders a breath. I eat up every moment of her undisguised want, then take a seat in the armchair with the phone in hand. “Strip and get on the couch.”
A flicker of relief passes over Harper’s face as she grasps the hem of her shirt and pulls it up with the intention of discarding it as quickly as possible. But she stops as soon as I blast the anal toy at the highest vibration setting, steadying herself with a hand on the door.
“I said strip.” I connect to the Bluetooth speakers and start a playlist, then let my legs drift wider apart, patting my leg. “I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”
Harper chuckles as I turn the vibration back down.
She sizes me up, and, for a moment, I think maybe she’ll pull her clothes off where she stands and go straight to the couch.
But she doesn’t. She starts swaying with the music instead, capturing the beat, every one of her steps timed to the music as she comes closer until she’s straddling one of my legs.
“You really are a demanding asshole, Rhodes,” she says, her voice honey-sweet. She drags her shirt up her body until the hem is at her bra, then lets it fall again and turns to straddle my other leg with her ass facing me. I can just make out the gentle hum of the toy.
“I can’t get enough of you. I always want more.” I let my hand rest on her ass as she sways, teasing me. I slide my palm up her back in an attempt to undo her bra clasp when she turns away again.
Harper lowers onto my thigh, her movement serpentine.
Hypnotic. She drags her shirt up her body and keeps going this time, letting it fall to the floor.
She fucking rides my leg. I can feel the vibration through my flesh, my cock straining against my jeans.
She leans close, letting her hands tease at my waistband before traveling up my abs.
She bites my earlobe, then lets it go to whisper, “I thought you just enjoyed ordering me around.”
I most definitely do. But I can’t admit it.
Not when one of her hands trails back down my body to cup my erection.
I lose the ability to do anything but watch as she leans back, a ravenous power inhabiting her features.
Maybe I like ordering her around because I know how fleeting it is.
Within moments, she always has me completely under her control. And we both know it.
“I like it when you do,” she coos, grinning at me as she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra.
Her body never stops moving as she lets it fall from her breasts.
Those goddamn nipples. She takes my hand and raises it to her breast, manipulating my fingers until I’m pinching the piercing.
Then she guides me to tug on it until she hisses with pain.
I reward her by turning the panty vibrator on.
“You know what I like even more?” Harper unbuttons her shorts and rises off my leg to start pulling them down her hips.
“What?” I manage to grit out. I feel like I’ve entered a haze. I’m lost in the trance of her.
She pulls away from my grasp. Lets her shorts fall to her feet.
Steps from the fabric pooled on the floor.
She pulls the magnet free of the panty vibrator and tosses the toy to me.
Then she hooks her thumb into the waistband of her panties and slowly slides them off.
When she’s fully naked, she goes to the couch, getting up onto her knees with one hand braced to the frame.
She splays her other hand over her ass cheek and spreads it enough that I get a view of the handle of the anal plug.
And then Harper looks over her shoulder at me.
A slow, hungry smile spreads across her lips.
“I like it when you fuck me in ways I’ve never been fucked before,” she says.
Fuck anticipation.
I stand, pulling my shirt over my head as I make my way over to her.
It’s not like I haven’t been planning this.
Thinking about it all fucking day. Thinking about it for weeks, actually.
I set up everything I needed in advance.
I even texted Lukas to make sure he could look after Arthur’s routine tonight.
I arranged every little detail so I could take my time to savor this moment, but the desperation to be embraced by her heat and her warmth is nearly overwhelming.
It takes every shred of self-control I have left not to rush as I tug my jeans and briefs off, then stand behind her with a bottle of lube in my hand.
“You’re going to tell me what to do,” I say as I run a hand down her back. Her skin is cashmere beneath my palm as I caress her ass cheek. “Every single thing you want. How you want it. When. And I’ll do it.”
“Just promise me one thing,” Harper says, her eyes wide, innocent.
I still my motion, giving her all my singular attention. “Anything.”
The innocence dissolves. A succubus stares back at me, raking her claws into my soul. “Do your best to destroy me,” she says. With a wink, she faces forward. “You can take that toy out of my ass now.”
I already knew I was a lost cause for Harper Starling. But now I understand just how thoroughly she owns every piece of me.
I do exactly as she says, carefully pulling the toy out of her ass and turning it off before setting it aside. She orders me to lube my cock first, and then her pleated hole. “Now spit on it,” she says, looking over her shoulder at me. Her eyes drop to her ass and then lock to my lips.
I lean over her. Gather the saliva in my mouth.
Lower myself, hovering over her ass. Then I let the spit drop from my lips.
Her pupils blow, consuming the color of her irises as the saliva lands on the smooth skin between her ass cheeks, sliding across the slick lube until it drips onto the edge of the hole.
“Hold your cock there,” she orders next. I fist my erection, stroking over the length as I hold the tip to her entrance. I don’t press. I just wait for the next instruction, obedient to her every command.
Harper grips tighter to the back of the couch, and then says, “Nice and slow.”
I run my hand over her back, capturing the cadence of her breath with my palm. “Try to relax.”
I push against the taut ring of muscle, and then I release. I do it again. A few more times and I feel her relax just enough that I push inside.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan. Harper shudders beneath me and I slide a little deeper. “It’s better than I even imagined.”