47. Forty-Seven
FORTY-SEVEN
J ax
Hours into this party and all I can think about is how Harley is walking around looking like a fucking queen without anything on beneath that painfully short dress. Every time she bends over, she looks over her shoulder to make sure I’m watching. I am, because I’m desperate as fuck to get the smallest glimpse of what’s hiding between her legs.
“You should teach me how to shoot pool,” Harley says sweetly.
“Liar. I watched you and Alicia win a game of pool against Quinton and Ross,” I declare, wrapping my arm around her waist from behind.
She shakes her head. “No, that was all Alicia.”
“Is that so?” I ask softly.
Harley turns in my arms. Staring up at me, she breathes, “Teach me.”
“It’s all physics,” I murmur, walking us toward the center of the game room.
“No wonder you’re good at it.”
Grabbing a pool stick, I say, “You’ll be better.”
Declan comes over and racks the balls in the triangular piece at the opposite end of the table. I place the cue ball down the center and hand Harley the pool stick. Guiding her to stand in front of me, I show her how to properly hold the stick.
“Now, you’ll bend over the table and line up your shot,” I breathe into her ear.
I realize my mistake the second I press my body up to hers. There’s no way I’m stepping away from this table without everyone in this room knowing exactly how hot this girl makes me. She grinds her ass back into my groin and I have to bite back the groan that crawls up my throat. My eyes meet Declan’s, finding him hiding his grin behind a fist.
“Slide the stick between your thumb and forefinger like this,” I murmur softly. “You’ll get the best stability if you place all your fingers evenly spread out on the table beneath your hand. Then aim for the center of the cue ball and hit it.”
Together we hit the ball. It spins directly into the balls at the end of the table, making them scatter in all directions. She sinks two into separate pockets, a striped ball and a solid.
“Since you put one of each into a pocket, you get to choose whether you shoot for stripes or solids,” I tell her.
“Does it matter which one you pick?” she asks.
I shake my head. “The only thing that matters is that you can’t hit the eight ball into a pocket until after all the other balls of your choice have been eliminated from play.”
“Which would you choose?”
Glancing down at her, I admit, “Solids.”
Nodding she states, “Then I’ll go with solids.”
“Alright, you get to hit again every time you land a ball in the pocket. So evaluate the table and pick which one you think gives you the best shot to go again. If you don’t have a straight shot into a pocket, that’s where the physics comes into play.”
She scans the table, her gaze landing on a solid orange. With a smirk, she circles the table and stops in front of the cue ball. When she bends over the table, I move to the end just to watch from the side.
“You’re not very subtle there, Jax,” Declan says quietly as he steps up beside me.
“Wasn’t trying to be,” I mumble, my eyes tracking the dip of her spine and the curve of her ass.
Harley hits the cue ball and sends it soaring into the orange number five. The orange ball spins directly into a pocket. With a satisfied grin, Harley moves to the opposite side of the table and lines up another shot. Declan and I watch as she sinks all seven solid balls into the pockets.
“Fucking hell,” Declan mutters under his breath.
“Eight ball, right?” she asks smugly.
I dip my chin. “Sink the eight and you win the game.”
“And to think I thought this game was hard,” she chides, shaking her head.
“Your girlfriend sucks,” Declan grumbles.
She does, but not in the way that you’re thinking, Dec.
Harley stands behind the cue ball, her eyes flicking across the table. Whatever she’s calculating in her head takes her a couple minutes to work out. With a sexy curve of her lips, she bends over the table and positions the pool stick in both hands. Seconds later, Declan and I watch as the eight ball spins across the table, into the side, and then bounces right into one of the corner pockets.
“I’m never playing fucking pool with her,” he bites out before walking away.
Harley places the stick across the table and then saunters over to me. With every sway of her hips, I struggle to keep myself from picking her up and dragging her upstairs. Her fingers brush across the words written on my chest. She looks up at me with those big blue eyes, the white ring around her iris never not taking my breath away.
“This has been one of the best birthdays,” she murmurs.
“Anything I can do to make it better?” I ask, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her into my side.
She hums low in her throat, bringing her finger to her chin. “I might have an idea.”
“Why don’t you enlighten me,” I state in a low rumble.
She steps away, her eyes locking with mine as she slowly retreats in the opposite direction. I watch her, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans, just as she gets within a couple strides from the door.
Harley lifts her hand, bringing her finger to the bare skin of her chest. She drags her nail across the pink scar beneath her collar bone before trailing it down between her breasts. My breath stalls in my lungs, desperate to watch her touch every inch of her creamy skin. When I bring my eyes back to hers, I’m met with a wicked glint flickering in her blue orbs.
Catch me , she mouths just before she disappears down the hall.
My stomach drops. For a second, I’m unsure I even read her lips correctly. Blood pumps through my veins, the rapid beat of my heart echoing in my ears. Forcing my lungs to expand, I move.
With long strides, I follow her path to the hall. Exiting the game room, I look to the right and then the left. Her sweet scent hangs in the air, leading me down the hall and past the stairs. The front door is slightly ajar, making me chuckle under my breath. Slipping through the door, the cool night air caresses my skin.
Inhaling deep, I follow the smell of her toward the garage. Rounding the corner, I find the door leading inside propped open. The lights are off, making the garage pitch black. Stepping into the garage, I quietly shut the door. It takes a few heartbeats for my eyes to adjust. Once they do, I track her smell through the garage and back into the house.
I close the door behind me, my heart thrumming in my chest. With each turn and room I go through, it beats harder. This time, as I circle around to the stairs, her scent splits into opposite directions. Knowing I already followed the first one, I make my way up the stairs.
I don’t have to track her from here, my senses already telling me exactly where she is. My hand grips the doorknob, slowly turning it before opening the door to my room. My eyes immediately land on hers, as if they’re two magnets being pulled together.
“Took you long enough,” she breathes, staring up at me through thick lashes.
She’s leaning back onto her elbows, one leg crossed over the other as they hang off the edge of the bed. Her eyes stay pinned on me as I take slow strides toward her. I watch her chest rise and fall with every breath, desperate to see how easy it’ll be to rip that corset down the middle.
Stopping at the end of the bed, I slowly lower myself to my knees. Her pupils dilate a fraction, those blood red lips falling open as a barely audible gasp sounds in the room. Wrapping my fingers around one of her ankles, I uncross her legs. With my eyes still locked with hers, I drag my hand up the velvet material until my fingers reach the top of her zipper. Painstakingly slow, I drag the zipper down the length of her leg.
“You know what has left me half hard the entire night?” I ask quietly.
“What?” she replies breathlessly as I slip my hand beneath her knee and pull the boot off her foot.
“How confident you were in every little thing you did tonight. You’re not the same girl that showed up here for an after party one night,” I state with a half smile.
Her cheeks flush before she says, “You make me confident, Zayden.”
Lowering the zipper of her other boot, I drop my gaze to watch as inch by inch of skin is revealed. “How’s that?”
“The way you look at me. It makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. Like no matter who walks into the room, I’ll be the only girl to make your head turn,” she admits softly.
A low hum crawls up my throat. “You are the only girl who can make my head turn, doe eyes. Have been since the very day you walked into my calculus class.”
My fingers drag up the outsides of her legs as I stand. Gripping the collar of my shirt from the back of my neck, I pull it over my head with one hand. Harley’s eyes track the tattoos that cover my skin. It’s something I catch her doing frequently. As if she’s trying to memorize every drop of ink etched onto my skin.
“I know I said you could decide whether or not your dress stayed on,” I tell her, unbuttoning my jeans, “but I changed my mind.”
“Is that so?” she asks, her lips lifting on one side. “And what if I said that’s too bad?”
I press my knee into the mattress and hover over her. “Hate to break it to you, doe eyes, but you’re going to be extremely disappointed if you think you’re going to win this time.”
Harley’s hands come up to just between her breasts. “Watch closely, hockey jockey. This is something you’re not going to want to miss.”
With calculated movements, Harley starts to unhook each clasp that is hidden beneath the lace that runs between her breasts. Once the top few are free, she releases a breathy sigh that has the front of my jeans tightening.
I do as she said, watching as her fingers descend until the top half of her dress falls open. My mouth goes completely dry at the sight that greets me. I flick my eyes back and forth between her breasts, trying to remember how to form words. Hugging the sides of both her nipples are black balls.
“I got them done a few days ago. It’s why I stayed with Alicia the other night. What do you think?” Her question sounds unsure of my response.
“I…” My brain struggles to string two words together. “They are…”
“Oh my radishes, you hate them!” she groans, bringing her hands to cover her face.
“What?” I snap. “Harley, no.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I take a deep breath and say, “I’m so fucking turned on, I don’t know how to think straight, let alone tell you what I think.”
I open my eyes in time to find her hands slowly sliding from her face. “Really?”
Popping the button on my jeans and lowering the zipper, I hiss through my teeth, “Really, really.”
“Well that’s a relief,” she murmurs, a smile spreading across her face.
Lowering my mouth to hers, I say against her lips, “What did you expect, Davidson? Everything you do drives me mad. I can’t keep my hands to myself any time you’re in my bed. You really thought I’d have anything negative to say? My only concern is if they hurt.”
“In that case,” she breathes, snaking her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. “Hurt? Not so much. Sensitive as hell? Absolutely. Just maybe don’t bite or pinch them.”
“I have a better idea, doe eyes,” I whisper.
“What’s that?”
Turning my head to the side, I feel her lips graze my skin as I say, “Sink those sexy little fangs into my neck.”
Her lips curve into a smile against my neck. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Seconds later, her teeth sink into my throat. The bite of pain is masked by the intense pleasure that slams through my veins. A groan leaves my lips just as a whimper sounds in the back of her throat.
Bringing my hand to her ribs, I drag it up until I cup her small breast in my hand. When I skate my thumb across the hardened nub, I ask, “How’s that feel, pretty girl?”
Harley’s back arches from the bed, her teeth sinking in a little deeper as she moans around my skin. I stroke my thumb over her nipple again, obsessed with the sound that leaves her throat when I do. Her mouth moves down my throat, stopping at my shoulder. Each exhale dances across my skin.
“Do it again, gorgeous,” I say, dropping my head to stare down at where I flick one of the balls by hooking it with my fingernail. “I’m gonna make you come just like this.”
Her body shudders beneath me right before I feel the tips of those sharp teeth puncture my skin. Fuck me . I might come with her. Without a single touch from her and in my pants like a prepubescent boy.
Gently closing my thumb and forefinger between both of the black studs, I breathe, “Give it to me, pretty girl. I know you’re so close.”
She whimpers against my skin, her body shaking with the need for release. I roll her nipple, my eyes taking in the way her stomach hollows out the second I do. With a soft tug, she tips over the edge. I have to grind my teeth and tighten every muscle in my body to stave off the orgasm that’s desperately trying to break through.
Harley’s breath ghosts over my shoulder as she removes her teeth from my skin. Her hand in my hair loosens, making me realize she was gripping onto me with everything she had. Next, I feel her fingers brush over the back of my arm.
“I think I may have broken the skin,” she murmurs softly.
Not quite up to speed with her, I chuckle, “That was the point.”
With a breathy exhale, she explains, “On your arm, Zayden.”
Slipping my hand around her waist, I flip our positions. Her breath rushes out of her as her palms drop to my chest. Relaxing into the plush mattress, I stare up at her.
Her tight curls frame her face, cascading down her chest and stopping just above her pert breasts. It’s grown a few inches since she first started school and I’ve become increasingly more obsessed with it. Lifting my hand, I drag my palm from her collarbone up to cradle the back of her neck.
“You are fucking perfect,” I tell her.
Her hips lift as she presses up on her knees. “Only for you.”
Harley's hands fall to the band of my briefs, her fingers slipping beneath it. I lift my hips from the bed as she drags my underwear and my jeans down my thighs. She scoots her body down the mattress until she stands at the foot of the bed, taking my clothes with her the entire time. Once I’m left entirely naked, her fingers slowly unclasp the rest of her corset. I watch as the red fabric falls from her hips.
She places her knee onto the mattress, and as she crawls back up to straddle me, I almost lose control thanks to the view of her. I’ll never get enough of her skin pressed up against mine. When she places both her knees on either side of me, I go to reach for the drawer on my end table.
“Zayden,” she whispers, her hand dropping to my outstretched forearm.
Lifting my gaze to hers, I swallow any words from the look in her eyes. They flick back and forth between mine, as if she’s waiting for me to object to what I know she wants. When I don’t say anything at all, Harley wraps my cock in her hand and notches it between her legs.
She’s dripping from her previous orgasm, making it easy for her to slide down a few inches before stopping. My eyes lock on where she stretches around me, not wanting to miss a single second of this. She lifts her hips again before dropping back down and taking me deeper.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as she seats herself all the way down on the third try.
Harley lets out a shaky exhale, and then her hips start to move. My eyes roll back as she moves in slow circles. Nothing has ever felt this good before. Her hands leave my chest, a moan falling from her lips not even a second later.
I open my eyes to find her pinching and rolling her nipples. She’s a fucking vision as her hips pick up pace. With my eyes soaking in her every move, I bring my thumb to my mouth and wet it. Her movements stutter at the feel of my thumb on her clit.
With a grin, I demand quietly, “Don’t come, pretty girl.”
“Not this again,” she whines.
I press my thumb in, making tight circles as she tightens around me. “I said, don’t come.”
“Zayden,” Harley whispers under her breath. “I…I can’t hold it back.”
“Yeah you can. Show me how good you can be for me, doe eyes.”
Her nostrils flare as she exhales through her nose. She lets her eyes fall shut, her fingers never leaving her nipples as she continues to roll her hips. Her chest rises and falls with each measured breath she takes. Her sole focus on following my command has me toeing the edge of my own orgasm.
“Right there,” I breathe, flicking her clit at the same pace her hips move.
“I need…” her words trail off.
With my free hand, I glide my palm up the soft skin between her breasts, not stopping until my hand is at her throat. Pressing my fingers in just enough to get her attention, I snap, “Eyes on me, pretty girl.”
Her eyes fly open, locking with mine in the same instant. I grip a little tighter, watching as her lips part in surprise. Her inner walls are gripped around me so tight that black spots start to cloud my vision. One of her hands clamps around my wrist, her nails digging into my skin.
“Don’t you take those eyes off of me. Keep them on me, and don’t stop moving these hips until you’ve soaked my lap,” I say through clenched teeth.
I release my grip around her throat. The breath she sucks in right before the dam breaks is one that breathes life into my soul. Her pulse thrums beneath the tips of my fingers with every erratic beat of her heart.
Within seconds, every muscle in her body tightens and she goes still above me. Holding her gaze, I let her orgasm pull mine right behind hers. Her quiet moan is followed by my own low groan.
Harley lowers her chest to mine, her now clammy skin pressing against mine. Our heavy breaths fill the air around us. I drag my fingers up the length of her spine, barely ghosting them across her skin. The feel of her heart pounding against my own chest brings a smile to my lips. I want to live right here, in this moment, for the rest of my life.
“I’ll never get used to this,” she murmurs against my skin.
“Get used to what?” I ask softly.
She lifts her head, dropping her chin to my chest. “How incredible you make me feel. How it gets better and better each time.” Then with a wicked smirk, she adds, “How you somehow teach me something new every single time.”
“It’s all part of corrupting you, doe eyes.”
“Thought you corrupted me a while ago,” she teases.
“I’ve only just begun,” I breathe with a grin.