15. Val #2
Almost delicate at first glance, but I know better.
Harley has been pared down to raw strength and forged into something tougher than most people will ever understand.
He’s thin, maybe too thin, making his knees and elbows and hips stand out sharply, but there’s something elegant about him too.
The lines of his body draw my eye everywhere at once.
Harley is studying me as well, looking every bit as hungry and pleased at the sight of me as I am at the sight of him.
The reaction settles something inside me.
I let myself keep looking.
My gaze finds the thick curve of Harley’s cock and stays there longer than it probably should. That flared head was in my mouth earlier, and it felt huge then. My ass clenches before I can stop it.
What would that feel like?
“Come here, please,” Harley rasps.
I drag my attention back up to his face.
“Let me touch you.”
As if I’m ever going to say no to that.
I shuffle into the bathroom, my left leg stiff and growing stiffer by the minute. Harley slides open the shower door.
“In, get under the water, then I’m going to run my hands all over your fabulous bod.”
I almost laugh, but the look in his eyes stops me.
I step into the shower and bite back a whimper as hot water pounds against my skin.
“Feels awesome, doesn’t it?” Harley asks.
“Fuck yeah,” is the best I can manage.
I turn so the spray hits my left thigh.
“Ah, ah, God.”
Closing my eye, I slap a hand against the tile wall and lean into it.
“Uhn. I may wanna live in here forever.”
“Nah, we need to come out for food at least.”
Harley’s hand smooths over my aching thigh.
“Let me get some soap on the loofah...”
I open my eye.
“Loofah?”
Harley pops me lightly on the ass.
“Let me guess. You’re Mr Macho and have never in your life used a loofah.”
“Eeeh! Wrong!”
I grin.
“I’m just glad as hell you got one. Need to keep my skin soft and pretty.”
“Exfoliating,” Harley tells me. “That’s very important, but I have to say, you have rough hands, and I find that a major turn-on.”
“Huh.”
I’ll make sure to keep them callused.
I moan when Harley starts working on my thigh, kneading sore muscles while scrubbing my skin. At his prompting I part my legs, and before long I’m nearly melting under his attention. Every pass of his hands feels thoughtful. Careful.
When he moves behind me and starts washing my backside, I discover I enjoy that far more than I ever expected.
I don’t say anything.
Harley eventually starts talking about getting the blood out of my hair.
“Water didn’t get it all?” I ask.
Maybe because I’d rather keep his attention where it is.
“Maybe, but rinsing with water doesn’t clean it. Soap does.”
Soap me he does.
Everywhere.
Along the way he tweaks my nipples often enough that I start squirming and making embarrassing noises. I had no idea they were that sensitive. The way Harley pinches and scratches them sends little bursts of sensation racing through me.
“You like that a lot, don’t ya?” Harley asks.
Instead of answering, I arch into his hand.
“Shh, I don’t want to twist your nips plumb off,” Harley scolds. “Maybe I should check ‘em.”
I start to turn around.
Harley ducks under my arm.
The next thing I know, heat blooms through one sensitive nub.
“Oh fuck, fuck!”
My knees almost buckle.
For one wild moment I don’t know whether I want to drag Harley against me or let him do whatever he wants while I hold on for dear life.
Either way, I’m rapidly discovering that Harley has entirely too much power over me.
“Yeah, you have sweet little tits,” Harley murmurs. “Mmm, taste so good.”
He lowers himself to his knees, licking a trail down my belly. I shiver and suck in a breath as he takes his time, mouthing and tasting every inch of skin he can reach.
“Man, look at this monster dick. Got some nice balls, too. Can’t wait to taste you more.”
Harley delves his tongue into my belly button, and my cock immediately leaks another bead of pre-cum. My legs start to quiver. I brace both hands against the shower wall.
“Mmm, yeah, I wanna taste this.”
Right before he sucks my crown into his mouth.
“Yes,” I hiss.
The heat of his mouth nearly buckles my knees. He palms my balls at the same time and uses his other hand to grab a handful of my ass.
“Do it. Let me feel your fingers in me.”
Being this vocal during sex is new and strangely liberating, but not nearly as intriguing as the jolt that shoots through me when Harley pushes a fingertip into my ass.
“Ungh.”
I grunt and shift against him, kind of liking the way it feels to have something moving inside me.
Then Harley bobs down on my cock, taking more than half of it. He presses against my sac, and a second finger joins the first. At first I’m not sure I like the burn. Then he strokes over my gland and my mind nearly melts.
“Keep doing that,” I try to say.
Whether the words come out intelligibly or not, I don’t know, because Harley suddenly takes me to the root. Soft, wet muscles contract around my shaft, and I groan helplessly as pleasure crashes through me.
The fingers inside me seem to multiply, stretching me wider. The ache tangles with the sensations shooting up from my cock until I can’t tell one from the other.
I throw my head back and shout as release tears through me.
I thrust as hard as I can without relying too much on my left leg, reveling in the sensation of Harley milking every drop from me with his mouth and throat.
Even afterward, Harley keeps working my gland.
As a result, my cock doesn’t soften in the least.
My balls begin throbbing again as if I need to come all over.
Then Harley withdraws his fingers and lets my cock slip free.
I make an inquisitive noise, not yet trusting myself to speak.
“Need to fuck you,” Harley explains as he rises to his feet. “You’re too tall for me to do it in here unless I bend you over the toilet. I’d rather have you on the couch, and I gotta warn you, this might get rough.”
“Rough’s good,” I tell him honestly. “Anywhere you want me is good, too.”
“I don’t want to give you good, I want to give you absofuckinglutely fantastic,” Harley grumps. “Out.”
I climb out of the shower and Harley immediately starts drying me off briskly.
“Gorgeous ass, babe. Wish mine was this round and taut.”
I try to look over my shoulder at it. I’ve never paid my ass much attention. People have told me it’s a good one, and that’s generally been enough for me.
“Very fuckable.”
Harley runs the towel over it and gives both cheeks a grope. Afterward he kneels and starts drying my legs.
“Spread a little, if you can.”
I scoot my feet farther apart and am immediately rewarded by Harley hefting my balls and gently rolling them in their sac.
“Damn, Harley, keep that up and I’ll embarrass myself.”
“If you think this feels good,” he says, giving them a light squeeze, “then I bet you’re gonna love what I’m gonna do next even more.”
At this point, I’m fairly certain I’d love just about anything Harley decides to do.
“What are you— Oh!”
I clench reflexively when his fingers slide lower. The hand on my balls shifts, opening me up.
Warm breath teases sensitive skin.
“Harley, are you going to—to rim me?” I ask, more than a little breathlessly. “I haven’t been, before.”
Great. I’m already losing the ability to form sensible sentences.
“Mmmhmmm.”
The sound vibrates right before he licks me.
I gasp and try to arch back for more.
“Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it? Love being rimmed, but it doesn’t happen much for me. Not something—well, anyway.”
He licks me again.
And again.
His grip on my ass is possessive enough that I secretly hope it’ll leave marks for a few hours.
Maybe longer.
Harley drags his tongue over the skin between my balls and hole, wedging himself between my legs before finally pulling back.
“Put your hands on the counter. It’ll help you take some of the weight off your leg and you can present this beautiful ass for me.”
Shivering, every nerve ending buzzing, I do exactly as he says. I need the support anyway. Harley has me so wound up I’m not entirely convinced my legs still function.
“Oh yeah, look at this. Wish I could take a picture.”
He strokes my ass again, fingers finding my opening.
“Not like I’m ever gonna forget, though.”
“Harley,” I begin.
I’m fully prepared to beg.
Instead he starts kissing my spine.
Each vertebra gets its own lingering touch, and by the time he works his way back down, I’m trembling. My cock is painfully hard and leaking steadily.
There isn’t any teasing this time.
Harley attacks me like he’s starved for it.
I cry out as sensation shoots through me. A vibration follows, then the unmistakable feeling of Harley working me open again.
“Oh my God!”
My head drops back and I catch sight of myself in the mirror.
I barely recognize the needy, desperate man staring back.
Then I close my eyes and lose myself in what Harley is doing.
His hands.
His mouth.
The relentless attention.
When he starts massaging my gland again, understanding crashes through me.
So that’s what it feels like.
I’ve seen lovers melt beneath my touch before. I’ve watched them come apart when I found exactly the right spot.
Now I understand.
I understand completely.
The pleasure builds until my arms are shaking from holding myself upright.
“Harley, I need—my arms—”
Another sweep of sensation.
Then suddenly he’s gone.
The emptiness makes me whimper before I can stop myself.
“Come on, I need in you and you need me in you. Can’t do it here.”
Harley helps me stand and immediately wraps himself around me from behind.