With his focus on my eyes, Harlan untied the last remaining bow on my bathing suit. His hand dragged between my breasts to grab the bottom band and pull it away from my skin. Then, he looked his fill.
I was naked in Harlan Royce’s lap.
Normally, I’d have felt objectified, used. But Harlan grew even harder against me and all I felt was wanted, craved, desired. A hand pressed between my shoulder blades as he drew my chest up to his mouth, his lips surrounding and pulling on my nipple. I groaned, then remembered that Liam’s window was right above us. We had to keep quiet. It was almost an out of body experience. The hot water, his wet tongue on my breasts, and his hard tip teasing my clit. I wiggled to try to get friction from him.
“Let me ride you.”
“Desperate little thing,” he chuckled. “Who knew?”
I growled, then fisted my hand in the back of his hair to make him look at me. “Daddy, please let me ride you.”
“You did ask nicely.” He smirked and canted his hips forward, pushing his underwear down until they too floated away. “You think you’re wet enough to ride me under the water here?”
His hand scraped up my thigh until he turned his palm to face my body. Two fingers slipped easily through my slit.
“Damn, Em. You must really hate me.”
I pressed my forehead to his and rocked my hips against his fingers, needing some kind of relief urgently. “Do you want me to get off on your fingers or on your cock?”
He put his head back like I wasn’t using his hand to fuck myself. “Hmm. I think you’ll need to earn my cock.”
“Just the piercings,” I tried.
“So entitled,” he scoffed. “You gotta earn the piercings too.”
“Daddy,” I whined, but it turned into a pleasured moan when he let his fingers dig deeper, thrusting inside me and returning to glide over my clit. “I need to come.”
“You need to?” he taunted me. “When did you get so needy, Emma? I thought you hated me.”
My pleasure surged higher. This was almost a copy-paste out of my sex dream about him, one where I was in his lap and he was buried inside me, with my clit grinding his stomach, one where he praised how wet I got for him, how good I tasted, how I really didn’t hate him at all.
But Sex Dream Harlan didn’t have six metal bars in his cock, just for my pleasure. The thought that Real Harlan could be better than Sex Dream Harlan was unspeakable.
I’d had enough.
I locked my hands behind his neck and rode his fingers like it was the fucking Kentucky Derby. He sank his other hand into my ass so hard he hit bone, letting my entrance occasionally fit over his cock. It would be irresponsible to fuck him bare, but I couldn’t have cared less in that moment. I was high on it, the danger, the thrill, the way I couldn’t fucking stand him and I couldn’t stand that I couldn’t get enough.
“Is this what you thought I wanted you to ride? Hmm?” He pulsed his tip against me, but only outside. I felt empty as adrum, my pussy aching to take all of him, his fingers never quite enough when I knew that cock would fill me perfectly.
“No, I thought you wanted me on your smug little mustache.”
“Is that what you think about when you look at me? You think about sitting on my face?”
I panted, unable to breathe evenly with the anticipation coursing through me. “Only to shut you up.”
He narrowed his eyes and sported a grin so wicked it almost put me over the edge. “That can be arranged.”
He moved us into the corner of the hot tub. “Is your son a heavy sleeper?”
“Like the dead,” I said.
“Good.”
Using pure strength, Harlan gripped my waist and lifted me out of the water, settling my knees on either side of his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-screamed as I worked to find my balance. “I’m going to fall off!”
“Not on my watch.” His hands held my hips while he waited for me to get comfortable. My knees found purchase on either side of his head. I tested my perch and found that with his help, I was pretty secure. Cautiously, I threaded my fingers through his hair. I tightened my grip, and that pinned the back of his head flat to the edge of the tub, giving my pussy perfect access to his mouth. Once settled, his tongue spread me wide and took a long drag up toward the front of me. He placed an infuriatingly soft kiss on my clit.
