2. When in Rome…do what?
When in Rome…do what?
“Are you drunk enough to dance yet? I think I’m almost there.” Tia laughs as she sips the last of her fifth mixed drink.
“I think you’re way ahead of me, girl. I’ve only had two,” I say, reaching over to push a section of her hair out of her face. She’s a sloppy drunk, to be quite honest. Love her to pieces, but she cannot handle her alcohol.
“What are you waiting for? Get some drunk!” she mumbles, nearly falling back off her chair.
“Listen to you, you can’t even word right now. Slow down love,” I warn her as lovingly as I possibly can. We’ve only been here for an hour and I can almost guarantee she didn’t eat anything before she left her house.
“I’m fine. So fine. Like, so fine that even fine isn’t even fine anymore. Ya’ know?”
“I think you ladies have had enough to drink already,” a voice barrels out behind me, sending chills down my spine the second I register who it is.
I slowly turn around and sure enough, Harley is standing close behind me, staring down at me like I did something wrong. “How the fuck did you find us?” I sneer, letting him know that I’m not afraid of him.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out my phone, waving it in front of me. “You left this on the desk. I tracked you through your Snapchat maps.”
“You fucking did what?” I exclaim, snatching my phone from his hands. I forgot to put a password protection on it and I’m now regretting it.
“I figured it was the easiest way to get your phone back to you. You’re welcome,” he says in a monotone voice.
“Well—thank you,” I say, hoping its enough to make him walk away.
He stands there, scanning the crowd like he’s searching for someone that looks in his direction so he can tear them apart.
I don’t know what his deal is but his arrogance is both turning me on and annoying me at the same time.
Perhaps I’m just a little vulnerable, considering his son fucked around on me.
To be fair, we were only together for six months… But still, why lead me on like that?
“Your friend is too drunk…” he says, looking in Tia’s direction.
He’s not wrong, but I don’t know what to do about it. I can’t convince her to leave.
“I know she is. She won’t leave with me though.”
“I’ll carry her out. She needs to go home. This is why I said it isn’t safe.”
I brush his comment off and lean in to tell Tia we’re going to call it a night. “Girl, we need to get you home, okay?” I say, interrupting her before she orders yet another drink.
“I said I’m good. You can go home. I’m gonna wait for the bartender to get done work so I can blow his brains out in his car,” she chuckles.
“Time to go, princess,” Harley says, reaching forward to grab around her hips, heaving her over his shoulder before she even gets the chance to fight back.
I follow silently, trying not to laugh as I book an Uber.
Within five minutes, our ride pulls up and Harley helps me load her into the car.
With a little bit of a fight and Tia swearing at me, we manage to get her in and buckled.
Next, I hop in the middle seat so I can keep a super close eye on my wasted best friend.
“There will be two stops,” Harley says as he hops into the empty seat beside me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, shooting him a glare.
“You can’t possibly get her into her house alone,” he says.
“I’m sure I could manage.” I sigh as the Uber takes off, holding Tia’s head up with my hand as she drools on my shoulder. I don’t think I’ll be going out with her for a long time after this.
“Do you always just put yourself into unsafe situations, Millie?” Harley asks as we pull onto the street.
“No, as a matter of fact I don’t. For once, I was going to go out and enjoy myself, to keep my mind off the fact that my perfect boyfriend is gone for the weekend.
Now I’m just wondering what the fuck I did to deserve what he did to me.
If he wants her, then whatever, it is what it is.
He could have ended us first, at least.”
“I agree. He’s a coward, Millie. I hate to say that about my own son, but it’s true. He’s no exception, and you deserve better.”
“T-thank you. I do appreciate that,” I admit.
A short while later, we get to Tia’s house and Harley walks around to the other side to pick Tia back up over his shoulder while I sift through her handbag to find her house keys.
Once I find them, I unlock the door and point to where her bedroom is, watching Harley lie her down softly before pulling the covers over her.
“I’m going to stay with her tonight,” I say. “Thank you for the help.”
“Don’t go to any more clubs, Millie,” he says, almost in a warning tone. His dark, bossy vibes are making me feel like there might be consequences if I do hit the clubs again.
“I’ll try not to,” I tease, sending him off with a smile.
Something about the way he scans my body one last time before turning to walk out the door makes me wish in some desperate way that he would have stayed longer.
I turn toward Tia and brush her hair out of her face, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead.
“Sleep tight,” I whisper before leaving her to rest and heading into her kitchen.
I gasp when I turn the corner and see Harley standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “I-I thought you left already,” I stammer, frozen in place as our eyes lock.
“I did. I told the Uber to go.”
I can’t take my fucking eyes off him as he starts walking toward me. I can barely breathe and I can’t make my legs move. “Harley, what are you—” I stop as he steps so close to me that I can feel his hot breath on my lips.
“Jason really fucked up, didn’t he?” he whispers, staring down at my lips. “Do you always bite your lower lip when you’re nervous, Millie?”
Shit.
“I-I…no. Maybe,” I breathe out. “I might.”
I finally force myself to take a few steps back, but there’s a wall preventing me from going back any further. He doesn’t hesitate and steps forward, pinning me to the wall with his hips and his…very hard cock.
“What do you want from me, Harley?” I whimper.
“This…” He pushes into me, his erection poking against my lower abdomen.
My god, he feels huge.
Before I can even react, he reaches up and grabs a section of my hair, pulling downward gently so my head tilts back. My clit starts to throb all over again when he starts trailing his lips down my neck and onto my collar bone.
“We…can’t do this, Harley,” I moan, unable to suppress just how incredible his mouth feels against my skin.
“It sounds to me like we can,” he groans before gently biting down, causing me to nearly fall to my knees.
“Oh, god. We really shouldn’t…” I can’t believe this is happening right now, and as much as I know how wrong it is, I fucking want him.
“Tell me to stop then, Millie. Tell me you don’t want this.”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out except a soft moan as he works his way down to the top of my breasts, kissing softly as I reach up to grab the back of his hair. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“Beg me not to taste that pretty pussy, Millie.” He stops kissing me and kneels down in front of me, gazing up at me like he’s expecting me to actually say it.
“Please, taste me…” I beg, reaching down to pull my skirt up.
He then snags my panties with both hands and somehow in one smooth motion, he rips them from my body, tossing them to the side.
I let out a squeal as he grabs my hips and picks me up, his cock rubbing my bare pussy as he walks me into Tia’s living room.
As soon as he sets me down onto the couch, he pushes me back and grabs my thighs, spreading them apart wider as he dives between my legs and wraps his mouth around my clit.
The second he starts sucking, I grab the cushions and tilt my head back, shocked by the orgasm that’s quickly building inside me. My entire body starts to shake as he starts humming, sending me into a whole new world of pleasure.
“Holy fucking shit!” I scream, covering my mouth so I don’t wake Tia up.
When it becomes too much, I tap his head and he immediately stops and gazes up at me with a hunger in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. “I just—I need a minute,” I gasp, smiling down at him.
He smiles back at me and starts to gently kiss my inner thighs, something I’ve never had anyone do before, as simple as it might be.
It feels incredible, and I’m certain that he knows what he’s doing from experience, because there’s no fucking way it just comes naturally to him.
He’s so sensual in his movements; passionate, even.
“Do you suck cock, Millie?” he asks, getting straight to the point.
“Uh-huh…” I moan, craving his mouth on me the second he stands up and starts unbuckling his belt. Instead of tossing the belt to the floor, he keeps it in his hands and pulls his pants down, allowing his cock to spring free.
I lean forward and he grabs the back of my head as I take him into my mouth, sucking gently at first until he starts thrusting himself in and out of my throat.
“Fuck, you’re such a good fucking girl. Look at how pretty you are with a cock down your throat,” he groans. “That’s it, pretty girl, choke on Daddy’s cock. Just like that… Fucking hell—”
I manage to breathe through my nose a few times when he pulls out completely and thrusts back in, going deeper each time. “Fuck this…I wanna know what that pussy can handle.” He pulls out of my mouth so fast that a pop can be heard echoing off the living room walls.
He then picks me up, spins me around and I grab the back of the couch, holding on for dear life as he pushes three fingers inside me, pulling them out to rub my own arousal around my ass.
I let out a loud moan as he pushes the tip of his cock against my clit, rubbing it in circles a few times before lining it up to my entrance and pushing inside me.
“Oh shit, you’re so tight. You’re gripping me already…holy fuck, girl.”
“Deeper…just fuck me,” I plead, craving the fullness.
“Mmmm, maybe I should just tease you with the tip for a while. Is my girl feeling greedy?”
“No…please. Fuck me…” I sound pathetic, but I couldn’t care less right about now.
Next thing I know, I feel leather wrap around my neck, pulling my head back slightly as he pushes inside me with no warning. The fullness makes me scream so loud that he starts to laugh, almost like he’s satisfied with his accomplishment.
“I’m gonna destroy you, you know that, Millie? I’m going to ruin you for every man in the future that thinks he has a chance with you,” he growls, running one hand up the small of my back as he thrusts deeper inside me. “Fucking. Ruin. You.”
He pulls the belt tighter, forcing my head back even more as he fucks me so hard that I swear I can see stars, and I’m getting lightheaded.
Like I’m slowly entering another dimension entirely.
Eventually, I feel tired, unable to register anything or even feel anything until Harley releases the tension in the belt and I take a deep breath.
“You good?” he asks, slowing his thrusts.
“Oh my god. What the f-fuck was t-that?” I manage to stammer.
He snickers, slapping my ass with his free hand before slamming into me, over and over until I’m a blubbering mess all over again, unable to control myself or think about anything other than the fact that I’m getting railed so fucking good on my best friend’s couch by my ex’s dad.
Citizen of the fucking year award goes to me.