Chapter 22 #3
Harley gets tired of waiting for me to come to my senses and do what he’s asking, so he grabs the backs of my thighs to lift me up and spread me out on the bed how he wants me.
I’m only wearing my shirt and panties, and the tiny triangle of lace covering my pussy is torn from my body like it’s a fucking insult to his very nature, and he groans like he really is a starved man.
“Take a deep breath and settle in, babe, because I’m not stopping until you’ve come on my tongue at least eleven times. One for every fucking diamond you’ve given for me.”
I squirm and try to sit up, his hang-ups on the favors and the money grating on me, but he flattens a big palm against my chest and pins me to the mattress. I want to say the dominant action pisses me off, but the trickle of my wetness that lands on my sheets proves that’s a lie.
“There is no way I can come eleven times,” I croak, and he scoffs at me.
“Start counting, baby.”
By the fifth orgasm I’m nearly crying from the overstimulation but he’s ruthless, driving me out of my mind with sensation until I’m a sobbing mess over the bed.
Number eleven leaves me with numb fingers and toes; I’m fucking destroyed and he’s the most smug asshole you’ve ever seen as he curls me onto his chest. I can feel his dick digging into my belly and I quickly decide that even Avery walking in here right now couldn’t stop me from making him come too.
I give myself thirty seconds to figure out how to work my limbs again and then I flip up to straddle his legs.
Harley’s eyes flare but he gets on board with my plan pretty freaking quick, sitting up and pulling me until I’m right where he wants me.
“Get this fucking shirt off,” he mumbles, and I laugh as he rips it off of me. My hips roll down on his, grinding away mindlessly and leaving a wet patch on his boxers. He groans like he’s being murdered, and I swear it’s the hottest noise ever.
“Fuck, babe, these tits.” He bites his lip so hard I expect to see blood, and his eyes worship all of the newly exposed skin. His calloused hands are rough as he cups them, rolling my nipples like he had back at the docks.
“Do they feel fine?” I snark at him even though my breath hitches in my throat and I sound like a tramp.
I’m still just a little pissed about his comment last year and fuck it if I’m not going to give him shit for saying it.
He doesn’t take any notice of me; all of his focus is centered on my boobs.
His hands squeeze and stroke, he mumbles, “Perfect,” and then he ducks down to suck my nipple into his mouth. Holy sweet lord fuck. I’m dripping. When he moves over to the other nipple, he catches my eye and, with a wink, he growls, “Taste perfect too, babe.”
I moan and try to remember what the hell I’m doing. Right. I’m going to suck Harley’s dick and I’m going to do it right. I pull his face back up so I can kiss him, pulling his hair to angle him just right. Fuck, he’s like a drug.
“Why aren’t you naked yet?” I mumble, biting at his lip.
He chuckles at me and then tugs at his boxers, lifting his hips and grinding into me as he gets them off, and then he’s naked as well. Oh, Lordy.
He kisses me, deep and long and entirely too fucking hot, while he strokes himself.
I whine into his lips and wrap my hand around his dick as well, craving the heat and the weight of it and needing a few seconds to figure this out.
He grunts into my lips, moving my hand until I’m stroking him exactly how he likes it, firm and curling around the head.
Fuck him and his rational thought.
I wriggle down his body until I come face-to- well… dick. Harley’s legs tense up. I glance back up at him and he’s gritting his teeth like the sight of me face-down in his lap is all his dreams come true. Huh. Maybe it is. He moves his hand away from his dick as I lick my lips.
Good, I don’t want him playing with what’s mine right now.
I wonder if the guys would tattoo my name down their dicks, too?
I wrap my hand around the base and give it another tug, enjoying the heat and weight of him in my hand. Harley runs a gentle hand through my hair, his eyes soft on mine, but I don’t want soft. I want him shaking with need like I am whenever he touches me.
“You’ve been tested lately, right? I refuse to swallow if you haven’t,” I say, arching an eyebrow at him even as my face flames.
He freezes for a second and then all of the gentle in him burns out, replaced by heady lust. “We all got tested when we agreed to share you. We’re clean. Now make me come, babe. I want to taste myself on your lips.”
I groan, my pussy waking up for round twelve, but there’s no time for that now.
I run my tongue up the length of him, swirling around the head like he’s a spoonful of ice cream and I’m craving that sweet cherry on my tongue.
Harley grunts when I do it again, slow and teasing; I want to push him like he pushes me.
When his jaw clenches, I finally close my lips around him, taking as much of him in as I can, forgetting I need to breathe now I have him in my mouth.
I pause for a second, just long enough to get my bearings and then I suck, pumping at the base with my hand because there’s no way I can fit his whole dick in my mouth or my damn throat.
Fuck, I can’t wait to feel him buried deep inside my pussy. I groan around him and the noise he makes has me humming to keep him on edge.
He starts to ramble, mindless streams like he can’t control his mouth. “Fuck. Fuck, baby. Oh… that’s my girl. How the fuck is this the first time you’ve done this, fuck me. You were made to take my cock, babe.”
I know when he gets close because his hand threads into my hair and his fist tightens like he’s going to pull me away, but I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to swallow, at least this once. If it’s gross, I’ll never do it again. He tugs a little and I only suck harder until he’s coming down my throat.
It’s not French toast and ice cream, but it’s not terrible either.
Harley pulls me up and into his arms, moving me around until he can kiss me, slow and sweet. He’s fucking perfect.
I could sleep for a week.
When I tell him that, he tucks us both up in my bed, flicking the light off, and pulls his phone out. I assume it’s to ask Avery to sleep in the guys’ room but when he chuckles, I suspect he’s fucking bragging.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I murmur, and Harley pulls me onto his chest, cradling me gently against him.
“Just making sure Blaise knows I don’t need any lessons on how to make you come, baby. The little fuck could learn from me.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course you’ve made it a competition. Of course.”
Harley drops a kiss on my head and murmurs, “It’s not a competition. We both just want you. But if it were a competition, I’d be winning it.”
I bite him in retaliation, and I fall asleep to the rumble in his chest under my ear.