He grew bolder in his movements, alternating his rhythm and finding spots that made my hips jerk off my bed with pleasure. A blazing heat wove around my spine and made my core clench. My balls drew up so tight they ached. I was right there, suspended on a ledge of wanting to fall and wanting to make it last as the pressure endlessly built inside me.
“Okay, okay, okay.” I blew out an unsteady breath as I pulled him off me with a wet pop. A string of spit and precum connected his swollen lower lip to my cock. “Fuck, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
Fuck me.I dropped back on the pillow and exhaled slowly. His lips brushed against my hip, soft and teasing.
“Your mouth feels so damn good,” I murmured, flustered and breathless. My cock twitched with its demand for more attention as he kissed my hips, my inner thighs, my lower stomach—anywhere but my dick.
“Mav?” Harley began quietly, and I made a small sound—anything in place of the words I couldn’t quite vocalize. “Would you let me… could I… can I fuck you?”
I faltered. Not because it bothered me, but because the question surprised me. It wasn’t one I was expecting.But it sent a new wave of want crashing through me at the idea of him inside me.
“I’m sorry,” he said when I didn’t answer immediately. “It’s fine, really—”
I hooked my thumb over the back of his bottom teeth to shut him up and forced him to look at me.
“You’ve got to give a man a chance to answer,” I replied gruffly. “I’m half asleep, and your mouth on my dick does all the thinking for me.”
When he tried to speak around the hold on him, I gave his head a little shake.
“Yes, you can, princess,” I continued. “It’s just been a while. Most of my hookups don’t get past a handjob or a blowjob.”
What could I say? I didn’t like peoplethatmuch. My hookups were statistically tourists, and most of them were in their vacation exploration phase. They were the kind of guys who would go back to being painfully straight the minute they left Wilde Bay. There was no interest in something more than a fast and dirty hook-up in a car, in the stock room at the bar, or in some boat.The boat one had only happened once.It was a nice fucking boat. It was rare for anyone to follow through with more.
“Grab the lube, Harley,” I ordered. He hesitated, and I arched my brow curiously. “Did you change your mind, princess? It’s okay if you did.”
He shook his head quickly. His body stretched over mine as he grabbed the lube from the drawer. Spreading my legs, I bent my knees slightly to give him better access while I stroked my cock in easy pulls. He slicked his fingers with lube with a look of intense concentration on that pretty face. If anyone would be incredibly thorough about this, it was Harley. “Get out of your head, princess, and get me ready for you.”
“I won’t hurt you?” The edge of worry in his voice made me smile.
“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried, Harley,” I assured him. He nodded slowly and inched closer. His first touch was a slow circle around my entrance, his finger cool with lube. I drew in a deep breath and relaxed for him. As he braced his free hand on my thigh, he slowly pressed a finger in inch by inch. My grip on my cock tightened at the slight burning stretch. His pace wasgentle and almost exploratory as he moved in and out of me. “That’s it… just like that.”
His finger crooked slightly and brushed against my prostate, sending a sharp, sweet jolt of pleasure through my body.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Again”
He did, and I let out a long groan.It felt so damn good.Why in the hell hadn’t I done this in so long? One finger quickly turned into two. The slight burn was grounding, even as it amped up the fullness. He twisted and scissored his fingers, experimenting with ways to stretch me—mirroring what I’d done to him. Those blue eyes watched my every reaction intently, cataloguing them. Every little thing he did that drew out a reaction, he repeated and experimented with until I was a panting, sweaty mess. My hips rolled off the bed, thrusting into the air as my cock begged silently to be touched. His attentiveness to detail was going to be the end of me.
“Harley,” I bit out tightly. “If you don’t fuck me right now, we’re going to have issues.Holy shit…”
I was doing every goddamn thing I could think of not to come, but a man could only hold back so much.
As he made fast work of coating his dick in lube, the quiet of the room filled with my ragged breathing. I was so ramped up, and my control was fraying along with my patience as my muscles clamped around nothing. Still, I waited. Letting him set the pace was the most important part of this whole thing. I could see the way he’d retreated into his head, overthinking it.
“Come here.” I reached for him as the head of his dick nudged my entrance, blunt against my rim. I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him, my tongue slipping past his lips. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, princess?”
“It’s dumb.”
“It’s not dumb,” I assured him. His lips brushed against mine softly. “Talk to me, Harley.”
“Tell me I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.
“You won’t hurt me,” I said and hoped he believed me. I took hold of his chin and made him look at me. “Don’t think so much. Just feel, Harley.”
With a little nod, he kissed me again. He flexed his hips forward a little, his dick pressing into that tight ring of muscles. My body resisted for all of a second before letting him in. The initial stretch around his thick girth had me groaning, my rim burning as it yielded inch by inch, and the pain faded quickly into pleasure.
The feeling was overwhelming and unexpected as he filled me, bottoming out with his hips snug against my ass. It wasn’t my first time, but it was entirely different with Harley. The raw vulnerability and intimacy had my chest constricting with emotions I couldn’t explain. I tangled my fingers in his hair and dragged his mouth to mine, needing something to anchor to.
He froze, his entire body trembling over me. His warm breath fanned over my face as he exhaled unsteadily.
