EMBER #2
“Touch me Harley, I want to feel you.” I’m almost begging, and he lets out a whimper before I groan.
Remembering the way he used to palm my breasts under my bra.
When we were younger, if I got to go to football games, we would sneak off and make out.
We never went further than that, so these are new grounds for us.
We are on new ground, period, because I barely needed a bra then.
Now, I know my breasts will fill his hands, and I want his hands on me now.
“Touch me,” I say, scooting back and reclining my back onto the front handles of the bike.
Harley rounds his leg over the bike, getting on like he’s going to ride it.
My core throbs as he leans forward and pushes my hoodie up.
He shoves my bra up and palms my breasts roughly.
I can feel the rough calluses on my skin, and I moan.
He leans in and I hold my breath, his tongue flicking over my nipple, causing it to harden quickly.
Harley looks up at me with his mouth opening, taking my breast in between his teeth, alternating between biting and sucking, making me throw my head back and bite my bottom lip.
I realize I’m grinding my pussy against him, and he laughs around my breast, knowing I must be chasing that friction again.
“Do you want to come, pretty girl?” he asks after he pops my nipple, pulling it with his teeth.
God yes, please. I was ready to beg. Who cares about dignity?
Harley pulls me up, flush with his body, my legs going around his waist again, and he kisses me fast and hard.
I start grinding up and down, and I feel him unzip his jeans, pulling his cock out underneath me.
He slides my leggings and underwear down to my thighs and pulls them off one of my legs so that my movements aren’t restricted by the fabric and I can open my legs wider.
His hands move up and down my thighs before he positions his cock at my entrance, and he groans into me, “You’re so wet for me, Ember.
” His breath is raspy and hot on my face.
I sink down onto him, not waiting anymore.
I gasp as his hands circle my ass, guiding me up and down hard onto his cock. He fucks me fast and hard on his bike.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been with anyone, and the years of tension building up have me already close to the edge for Harley.
“I’m close, Harley,” I moan as he hits that deep spot, and my breathing starts to lose control.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” he whispers against my neck.
With his next hard thrust, he drives up into me, and his hand comes around my throat, squeezing just enough to surprise the hell out of me.
A moan slips out of me, and I see black dots in my vision.
He fucks me through my orgasm before he follows closely behind with his own release.
We fuck to draw out the orgasm until we’re too sensitive to last any longer.
I can feel his come leaking out, and it sends a chill down my back. My pussy clamps down on him again, and Harley laughs. “Babe, you can't do that, or I'll never be able to drive us back to your house.”
I laugh, and he pulls out of me, leaving me immediately feeling an emptiness I didn’t expect.
He puts his cock back into his pants, buttoning his jeans.
I slip off the bike and put my panties and leggings back on.
We need to get home quickly so I can clean up, or I'll have a UTI in no time.
Harley slides off the bike and bends over to grab the helmet, putting it on my head once again.
He steps closer, our bodies almost flush. “I have never been more turned on than I am right now, knowing that my come is leaking out of you,” he rasps and steps back. I immediately blush and look down. I'm not embarrassed by the act by any means, but hearing the dirty words does something to me.
Harley laughs and hops back onto the bike, turning it on. “Let’s get back to the house and install those cameras before it gets dark.”
Instantly my mood deflates. I hate that after all these years, Dean is still stealing my happiness. I climb on, my body lax against Harley as we make our way back to the house.
Once we pull into my small driveway, Harley parks his bike behind my car.
I hop off, racing to the door to get inside and pee.
Harley comes in after me, closing the door, but I'm already in the bathroom.
It takes me a few minutes to clean up and wet my face with a damp towel, just needing to give myself a few extra minutes.
By the time I walk out, Harley has the cameras laid out next to him on the couch and is reading through the instructions.
“Ah, a man that does read the instructions,” I dig at him, walking into the kitchen for a glass of water.
He laughs. “I usually don’t, but I want to make sure it's done right.”
He reads through all of the instructions and gets busy installing one camera right outside the door.
We opted for extra security and got one for each door, and another for the corner of the garage.
By the time the last one is installed, it’s dark out, and I’m shining the flashlight to help him put in the last screw.
He comes down the ladder and looks over at me. “That should be good. Now we can sync it and get it connected to the wifi.”
I smile, taking a step closer, onto the bottom step of the ladder, not quite reaching all the way to Harley, but he bends down and meets me low enough to land a quick kiss on his lips.
He grins into me. “I’m thinking pizza and a movie before I head out.”
My bottom lip sticks out just a little, pouting that he can't stay here. We fucked on his motorcycle and still haven’t talked about what we are. It is clear that I have feelings, but I can’t stop the anxiety of what if it's just the familiarity and closure we needed years ago.
He folds up the ladder and puts it back in the tiny garage. We head inside and order our pizza, clicking on Netflix to relax.