“Inside,” he interrupted, his voice practically a low growl. He didn’t wait for a response. He just took my hand, fingers threading through mine, and pulled me with him. We stumbled through the back door, feet sliding on the hardwood as we tracked in puddles of rainwater. He slipped and dragged me with him. We crashed into the kitchen island, and he grunted as he took the brunt of my weight. I made fast work of grabbing onto the marble for support while his hands bracketed my hips, both clinging to me and holding me up.
The new position pressed my aching dick against his hard length. The friction of soaked denim between us sent a cascade of sparks down my spine, ripping a moan from me. The combination of it all was simultaneously jarring and delicious. My head fell to his shoulder, a little delirious and overwhelmed.
“We’re not very good at this, are we?” I chuckled, and he let out a little laugh as the tension broke between us.
“I don’t care,” he replied. That little smile of his was reassuring in more ways than I wanted to admit aloud. I didn’t have time to think about it as he lurched forward. His mouth devoured mine with a kind of raw heat and control I wasn’t used to with him. His tongue dove past my lips as one hand tangled in my hair, tightening fast and hard. The twinge of pain mixed with his demanding mouth had me making sounds I didn’t recognize. The shift in our old dynamic was unexpected but welcomed. I liked him like this—in control and taking whatever the hell he wanted.
My dick throbbed with a relentless ache as his hips thrust against mine, seeking the same friction I needed. Each rollingpass sent a jolt of pleasure to my core. The hard ridges of his cock pressed against mine, and his free hand dug into my hips, urging me to move faster. He made me desperate, searching for something I wouldn’t find while we were dressed against a kitchen counter. Still, my body mindlessly matched the pace he set.
The room filled with our heavy breathing and loud groans. Water dripped on the floor and went unnoticed as we practically dry humped right there against the island. Harley used the hand in my hair to tilt my head back, and his mouth nipped and licked at the thin flesh over my pulse. My knees threatened to buckle at the burst of sensations across my nerves.
“You’re killing me, princess,” I muttered, my voice tight.
My hands slipped to his waist, and I traced the band of his jeans. His skin warmed under my touch as I made my way to his button, clumsily popping it open with urgency. The wet fabric of his jeans and boxers made it a goddamn task to wrestle his pants down over his hips, but I was determined to touch him.
Harley let out a guttural moan when I finally wrapped my fingers around his dick. I stroked him slowly and enjoyed how his hips thrust into my hand. My thumb brushed over his slit, smearing the precum gathering there. The feral sound that slipped out of him was loud and uninhibited.There he was. My loud princess.
I did it again just to hear him once more.
“Easy there, princess,” I whispered, a smirk playing on my lips, even though my own cock felt ready to explode. “We’re just getting started.”
He yanked my head back, his heated gaze colliding with mine. The intensity of his hunger was so much that I could practically taste it.
“Get on your knees,” Harley ordered, taking me by surprise. The thrill of him taking control was new, and I dropped to myknees in front of him without hesitation. The move put me level with his dick, and my mouth watered. I wanted to taste him—to clean the precum off his crown while I listened to him groan. I wanted to make him forget his own name as his cum spilled down my throat.
“You have me on my knees, princess,” I said. “Now what do you want from me?”
He pressed the pad of his thumb to my bottom lip, and my tongue flicked out. I pulled it into my mouth and sucked, enjoying the way his jaw fell slack with surprise. I swirled my tongue around his thumb and dragged my teeth over him as I slid him out of my mouth.
“Fuck,” he let out. His fingers threaded through my hair while his free hand wrapped around his length. He stroked himself with his other hand, squeezing out drop after drop of precum. That hand in my hair held me in place as he smeared it along my lower lip.Holy fuck.I resisted the urge to lick it off as he painted me how he wanted me, but that didn’t stop my balls from drawing up tight. “Open.”
“You’ve turned into a bossy thing, haven’t you, princess?” I teased, but I did as he asked.
“Take it,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. There was no build-up as he took whatever I was willing to give him.
And it was fucking hot.
His hand held me in place as he thrust forward in one fluid motion, stretching my mouth as he filled me. He dragged me down his entire length and held me there with a sigh that sounded a lot like relief. Like he needed this. Like he needed me. That feeling and knowledge were a high I couldn’t quite put into words, but it spurred me on. I moaned as he slowly withdrew his dick, letting the vibrations drive him wild.
“Fuck, Mav,” Harley let out. His head fell back, eyes fluttering shut. That hand in my hair loosened only slightly, but it was enough for him to relinquish control to me.
I braced myself on his thighs as I explored his hard length with my tongue and lips, covering him in open-mouth kisses that left him panting. I swirled my tongue around his crown and pressed against that bundle of nerves underneath it, enjoying the twitch of his dick as I did it. When I repeated the action, his fingers tightened suddenly in my hair.
“That’s it, princess,” I murmured against his hot skin. “Show me how you come undone.”
I knew how he used to come undone, but I wanted to see it now. I wanted to see how this version of Harley lost control.And I wanted to be the one to make him do it.
My tongue flicked over his slit, gathering up the beads of precum leaking from him. The little drops that slid out immediately in their absence were a turn-on. I took only his crown in my mouth and sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing out. The sound he made was obscene while his free hand slammed to the kitchen island, finding something to cling to. His hips rocked forward in a demand for more, but I didn’t give it to him as I leaned back.
“Please,” he begged. I felt the hand on my head try to push me down his length and smirked around him.I craved the version of him that couldn’t get enough of me.
I popped off and leaned back on my heels, staring up at him. His gaze found mine, confused.
“You’ve got two options here, princess,” I said. “You can take complete control and fuck my mouth senseless until you come, or you cling to that counter for dear life while I blow your mind. Which one is it?”
The conflict on his face amused me as he struggled to decide which path to go down, but eventually, he released the hold onmy hair. His hand landed on the counter, gripping lightly, as he waited for me to continue. I flicked my tongue once over his slit and savored his precum all over again.
“That’s my good boy.”
