I knew damned well he wouldn’t last long.

Honestly, I’m impressed that he made it as long as he did.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Yes, now?” I pretend like I don’t know what he wants me to say and grind my hips back against his cock. It’s hard, and thick, and I can’t wait to feel it inside me.

It’s been too long of a wait.

“Try again.” His grip tightens on my nipples until I give in, and shudder from the intensity.

“Yes, please.”

“You do have manners.”

“When are you going to fuck me?” I laugh when he pushes me forward and covers me with his body.

“You need a gag.” I moan when he bites my shoulder. That’s gonna bruise. Can’t say I’m mad about it.

I feel like I could crawl out of my skin right now. I’ve wanted this since I saw him at the gala. Hell, since I saw him on the plane, let’s be real.

“But my mouth is half the fun.”

“It will be. But not yet, since you’re so impatient.” I turn to my side and watch his tight ass when he gets off the bed. “Condoms?”

“Under the bathroom counter, sweet-cheeks.” I hear him scoff and I laugh. It feels…normal. Like we’ve been having sex forever, and we can laugh and be comfortable.

None of the hurriedness of one night stands I’ve had before, or the nervousness that can come with new people. I feel…okay with him.

I don’t want to examine it too much right now, but it’s…nice.

He stands in my doorway with two boxes in hand. “Regular and Large Skyn, you’re prepared.”

“I don’t like to be caught off guard. I have mini in there too, grab that one.” His cock is anything but mini. Just looking at it jutting up against his body, thick and veiny, I feel my pussy clench.

“That would’ve hurt my feelings if you weren’t drooling right now.” He tosses the regular box back into my bathroom and tosses a at least 6 condoms on the bedside table.

“Someone’s ambitious.” Even as I speak, I bite my lip because he’s walking closer and his dick is bobbing closer and I can’t think of anything better than tasting him.

“Go ahead.” I glance up, and he’s looking at me with dark eyes.

“What?”

“Wrap your lips around my cock like you’re thinking about.”

“Maybe I’m thinking about you giving me head.” I sit up, scooting to the edge of the bed, and he slides a hand into my hair, winding the strands into his grip.

I go to grab his dick like a greedy kid

, but he pulls my head back, making me meet his eyes. Lord, this is really doing it for me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this wet without a single real touch.

Harlan just gives me something, this feeling that I can’t name. I was scared before, but now, I want to bask in this …exchange of control that happens when I’m with him.

Something tells me that I’m done talking shit for the night.

“No hands, just your mouth.”

Hell yes.

I brace my hands on his muscled thighs, and run my tongue up the underside of his cock from the bottom to the tip.

“Suck on my balls. One by one.”

I move my lips down, opening my mouth to take in as much as I can, rolling his ball softly around my tongue and sucking before moving to the other one. His fingers massage my scalp tenderly, and if I were a kitten, I’d be purring.

“Now, take me in your mouth….mmm slowly, like that. It’s nice to see you’re good at taking directions for once.”

I unsheathe my teeth a little, and look up at him, watching him narrow his eyes and feeling his hand clench in my hair. He plunges his other hand in my hair, and yanks me off.

“No teeth.”

“I don’t know if I like that direction.”

“You better figure it out quickly, because you’re not getting near my cock again if you don’t.” His voice is so deep and dark, I want him to talk me to sleep every night if he sounds like that when it gets late.

“I’ll play nice.” I open my mouth and he guides the tip in, pulling back slowly and pumping in, going deeper each time. I try to open my throat as he pumps far enough back that my gag reflex starts to kick in and I try to pull back on instinct.

“Don’t panic. You’re not going to suffocate, breathe through your nose. Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much.” I raise my hand, ready to just tap out, but he stills and doesn’t move, just…getting me used to him in my mouth so far and I calm a little more.

I work on breathing in and breathing out through my nose, and he goes back to tenderly raking his hands over my scalp.

I don’t know that a blowjob has ever been this…relaxing.

“Very good.” He starts to move again, and I close my eyes, focusing on breathing. “No, look at me.” I open my eyes, meeting his intense stare while he pumps in and out of my mouth.

Part of me feels like I should feel…used, the way he’s fucking my mouth so casually. But I don’t, it feels…sexy. Hot.

“I like you like this, eager to please, your mouth full of my cock.” Ah fuck, I love dirty talk. But no one ever seems to do it right, the way that turns you inside out and adds even more fire. “I wish I could take a picture of the look in your eyes right now, how badly you want it.”

He does. He definitely does.

“You look like a pretty little cock slut right now, like you won’t be able to live without my dick in your mouth. Is that what you are? A cock-slut?”

My mouth is full, so I moan my answer, sucking harder. Something protests inside of me, but I ignore it. This is too good. He’s too good.

“What was that?” He pulls my head back, the tip of his dick just resting on my lower lip.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what? Say the words back to me.”

“I’m a cock-slut.” I never thought I’d say those words. I feel him shiver from my words and he drops to his knees, taking my mouth and tangling his tongue with mine.

“On your stomach.” He demands, pulling away and I scramble onto the bed. Fucking finally.

He settles behind me again, straddling my closed legs, and I feel him tapping his erection against my ass. He runs his hands over my butt, his thumbs caressing the seam of my cheeks and down to my opening. I push my hips back in need when he strokes his fingers over my labia.

More. I need more of that.

“Haven’t fingered you, haven’t gotten my tongue on you, and look how wet you already are.” He pushes and pulls at my swollen lips, and I squirm. “You want me to fuck you with my tongue, my fingers, or my dick?”

I don’t even hesitate. “Dick, please.” Before I get the words out, I hear the condom wrapper tearing and I tense, so ready.

He taps his sheathed cock against my pussy a few times, and I arch my back but he puts a firm hand above my ass and pushes me back down.

“You get my cock when I say you get it.”

Damn.

I bite my lip and still, not squirming against the sheets like I want to for some type of friction on my clit. I feel him rise on his knees over me and I wanna whimper in anticipation.

I feel the slow drip of something and I realize he must’ve grabbed lube too, which I’m suddenly grateful for. It’s been awhile, and I’ve never started from behind before.

Finally, I feel the head pushing slowly in and I fist the sheets under me, that initial stretch a mix of pleasure and pain. Slow, god, he’s going so slow.

He’s thick and I’m full, clenching around him already, testing the give and there is none. I imagine I can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as it slides through my walls and I shudder when his hips meet my ass.

“Tell me how it feels.” He drops his chest to my back, his large body draped over me completely, nowhere for me to go. I turn my cheek to the bed, our lips close.

“Exactly how I thought it would.” I whisper, and his hands interlace with mine.

“Perfect?” He growls in my ear, pulling his hips back and pushing in, deep and sure. “You thought it’d feel this perfect? You thought your pussy would be full and aching, begging for me to fuck you the way you need to be fucked?”

“Y-yes,” I gasp out, losing breath because he’s started fucking me truly now. Fast and deep, his hips slam into my ass and I grind against the bed, losing my mind with every stroke. Hands pinning mine to the bed and mouth whispering things I never thought I’d even want to hear, he fucks me completely. Taking over everything, owning my body in that moment so wholly that all I can do is go along for the ride and hold on.

“I dreamed about the way you’d ripple around my dick when you came.” Filthy, raw words that fall on my ears like melted chocolate, decadent and addicting. “I’m going to fuck you until the first thing you think about when you wake up in the mornings is when you’ll get my cock inside you again. Fuck you so good you’re dripping wet when I look at you, stopping yourself from dropping to your knees in public.”

I can’t even form words. I’m a mass of sensation, existing only for him to take my body. Slow, deep, fast, hard - nothing’s off limits and I feel myself climbing higher with each whisper, each plunge.

“When you come, I want my name on your lips.” A rough whisper as he starts a rhythm that sends me to the edge, so close, so needy.

I whimper, fingers opening and closing, trying to find purchase. An anchor.

“Give me everything, Kaija. Every-fucking-thing.” He punctuates his words with deep plunges and I come, his name on my lips exactly as he told me to.

“Har-lan.” I shudder, bucking underneath him and he rides me through my orgasm, keeping up his words and pace.

“My little slut,” He grinds harder, my clit grinding into the bed and making everything even more sensitive, even more mind-blowing. “Beautiful, beautiful little slut, all for me. Flying apart for me, needing me.” Even with the condom, I feel him pulsing and coming and it makes me wish there was nothing between us so I could really feel it.

I shiver in his hold, while he presses kisses to my face and neck and shoulders, fingers still laced with mine and cock still inside me. When he eventually retreats, I can only lay there, spent.

But not for long because he comes back from the bathroom and slaps me on the ass, making me jump.

“Come on gorgeous, I don’t need a UTI keeping me from this body.” He grins and I roll out of bed and use the bathroom, skipping the rest of my night time routine.

“The right side of the bed is my side.” I protest when he slides under the covers.

“Sleep on top of me, it’ll be both our sides tonight.” He doesn’t look like he’s planning on moving and I huff, climbing over him.

“I can’t sleep that way, I’ll just take this side.” I yelp when he drags me back against him, spooning me.

“Keep it up, I’m gonna fuck you to sleep so you go back to being sweet with me.” I scoff, but I hide my smile and settle back into him.

I roll his words around in my head as I drift off.

Give me everything, Kaija. Every-fucking-thing.

I’m scared that I just might.