Chapter 24
Harley
I was kneeling in front of Dash, looking up at him with apology when he pulled his cock out of my mouth. Why did he make me stop? I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted him to know just how good he made me feel. How I didn’t want to lose him.
I could still taste him in my mouth. I could still feel the strength and the throb of his cock down my throat.
“You did nothing wrong, Harley,” he growled and he grabbed my shoulders and hauled me back up on the bed.
“We’re switching positions,” he said and now he positioned me. I was the one on the edge of the bed, with my legs dangling off while he kneeled between them.
My pussy was wet and throbbing. My clit was swollen. It felt good to pleasure him, to make him feel good. It felt good to know just how much he wanted me.
I felt his hot breath falling on my legs as he started rolling down my panties. My dress was pushed up to my waist. I was panting, waiting for the moment when Dash touched me that way again. Where I wanted him to.
Then his tongue was on me, on my swollen clit, and I gasped.
“Oh my God!”
It was like my eyes had rolled back in my head and I jerked up straight. But Dash used his hands to push me back on the bed again. He wanted me to keep lying down.
I stared up at the ceiling, experiencing this amazing feeling that was taking over my body right now. His tongue on my clit was maybe the most explosive thing I had ever experienced. He licked it, teased it, nibbled at it till it felt like the way it was throbbing would never stop.
The knots in my belly were tightening, just with his tongue alone. I felt like I would explode any minute now. Then his tongue traveled down from my clit to the juicy wet folds of my pussy.
I gasped sharply again as he used his tongue to part my folds gently. He was good at this. He knew exactly how to use his lips and his tongue. How to make me feel like nothing else in the world mattered as much as Dash’s mouth.
For the first time in seven years, this was all about me!
Dash plunged his tongue into my pussy and I cried out his name. He couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t let him. His tongue inside my pussy was magnificent.
He lapped up my juices, licking and tasting every drop of it that dribbled from my pussy. But he wasn’t forgetting about my clit.
While his tongue thrust in and out of my pussy, he used his thumb to stroke my clit. I rolled my hips seductively. Enjoying this more than anything I’d enjoyed before.
By the time Dash had picked up a rhythm, I was gasping for air.
***
His tongue dove in and out of my pussy and I clutched onto the bedsheets with my hands. I was rolling my hips, thrusting them upwards towards his face while he held on to my hips.
I raised my head for just a second, to get a look at him. Dash was big and strong, hunched over me between my thighs, his face pressed tightly to my pussy. I felt feather light in his hands, like he could mold and shape me to whatever.
My mouth hung open with pleasure, I stared back up at the ceiling again. I could feel my clit throbbing under the soft pressure of his thumb. He knew exactly how to set it in motion. I knew I was going to come.
“Dash…” I breathed his name in a whisper as my orgasm took over. I couldn’t stop it now, even if I wanted to. He kept his mouth fixed to my pussy as my body thrashed around and my toes curled.
I could feel my juices pouring out of me, dribbling into his mouth as he licked me up. His tongue continued to move inside me. I was coming hard. My body was on fire. My clit was on fire too. I couldn’t believe how good this felt. How safe this felt. No man had made me feel this way. Made me feel like it was possible to take pleasure from an experience like this.
Dash was making all this come true!
When I was done and my harsh breathing started to subside, he pulled his mouth away and looked up at me. There was a happy smirk on his face. He was happy with the way my body had reacted to him.
He slapped my pussy one more time before he straightened himself up.
“You are a good girl,” he said and I bit down on my lip. I almost thanked him! For how he’d made me feel, but I stopped myself in time.
Dash rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand and then leaned over the bed towards me. I could smell my own pussy in his mouth when he came closer. A sizzle ran through my body again. He was licking his lips like he’d enjoyed his meal.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” he asked and I gulped, staring into his eyes.
“No you fucking don’t, do you?”
I couldn’t say anything. I was in shock from the experience of that orgasm.
“Because nobody has made you feel that way. The way you deserve to feel,” he added and he kissed my chin, then sucked on the side of my neck. I moaned, enjoying every second of being with him.
I wrapped my arms around Dash, feeling his mouth move down my throat.
Then he flipped me around. In one smooth motion, he’d slid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. I gasped when I landed with a crash on his muscular strong thighs. Now he was the one under me.
***
I moved over him, inching myself closer and closer to that strong erect cock between his legs. He knew exactly what he wanted and I wanted it to too. For him to be inside me.
Dash was holding me by my hips, guiding me closer to him and I reached for his cock. I stroked him, feeling the strength and throb of it in my hand. I was fulfilled when he was inside me. There was no place on Earth safer than him inside me.
I raised my butt up in the air and hovered myself over him for a second. But Dash couldn’t wait. He pulled me down and I crashed on him.
His cock slid smoothly and quickly inside me. We groaned together. My pussy was slick and wet from the orgasm and I just settled down on him, sitting astride.
He reached up and grabbed my bouncing breasts as I started moving. Up and down, my body rocked. I could feel him moving inside me, reaching deep inside and he stared at my face.
My lips parted and I couldn’t look away. It was like he had me mesmerized. His cock reached deep and I rode him like I would ride a horse. He squeezed my breasts, teasing my sensitive erect nipples while he thrust in and out.
My still-swollen clit rubbed against his rough flat stomach as I sprung up and down on him. Dash held on to me tightly and I held on to his chest. I rolled my hips and stretched my body, throwing my hair back and then staring up at the ceiling.
Nothing compared to the total abandonment of this feeling. Nothing felt as good.
I moved faster when I could feel him nearing the edge. I looked back down again, my hair falling back in place like a halo around my face. I rode him quicker, our thrusts became deeper and more rough. He was grunting with every push and I moaned. He was going to come inside me again and I couldn’t wait for that moment.
I clutched his shoulders tightly and then he made that final jerk, emptying his come into me. I moaned out loud and he groaned too. I felt his seed shoot up deep in me and within seconds, I collapsed down on his chest.
We were still moving together, slower now, our bodies fuzed together. He wrapped his arms around me, muscular and strong. Nothing could peel him off me, I felt.
My head was laid on his chest and I could feel his heart beating wildly. His breath was in my hair, on my forehead.
“You are fucking amazing!” he grunted and I smiled while I tried to catch my breath again. Then I looked up at him, meeting his piercing dark eyes.
“So are you,” I said and I gulped back the rest of the words I wanted to say. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.
***
I remained lying on Dash’s chest for a long time. Neither of us moved and I was beginning to lose track of time. He still had his arms wrapped around me. Our bodies were hot and covered in sweat, but neither of us seemed to care.
There were some things bubbling on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to tell him I was feeling things…things I shouldn’t have been feeling for a man I had just met. But was it wrong to feel that way? It was his fault! He was the one who’d initiated these feelings in me.
Then I felt guilty for blaming him.
Why would he feel the same way? He had no reason to. He was hot and brave and led a lifestyle that didn’t include commitment. And I was a big commitment. I had a daughter.
No matter how much he adored Amanda, I couldn’t expect him to accept that sort of baggage. That is if he wanted me in the first place. If he wanted me more than for just now. Till all this was over.
As these thoughts whirled around in my head, I tried not to panic and pull away, and just enjoy the moments of peace I had with him now.
Peace…despite all that was happening around us. The kind of danger we were in. How afraid I felt for Amanda’s safety—when I was alone with Dash, peace was all I felt.
When I first saw him cuffed up in that cellar, I knew he was handsome and witty and a man who made panties wet. I didn’t expect him to be thoughtful and protective and kind too. Men like him and Caesar, men who lived this lifestyle—weren’t supposed to be this way, were they?
This was happening too fast. I was falling for him too quickly.
I couldn’t help but panic now.
I moved, trying to pull myself away from him. Eventually Dash released me and I slid off him, sitting up in bed. Suddenly very embarrassed by my nakedness.
I was looking away from him but I could sense his eyes on me.
“Harley?” he said my name softly.
“Yes.”
“I want you to know I’ve never felt this way before. About any other woman,” he said.
When I heard those words the first thing I felt was shock. My mouth nearly fell open as I turned to look at him slowly. Did Dash have some kind of superpower? Was he able to read my mind?
I gulped as I stared at him. What else was he going to say? What did he want me to say? If I didn’t control myself I would end up telling him everything, but I didn’t want to scare him away.
“Oh,” was all I could manage in that moment and surprisingly, that made him smile.
Dash sat up in bed and turned to me fully.
“I mean it, Harley. You are some kind of special,” he added.
I blinked, twice, three times—still in disbelief.
“Okay…”
He smiled.
“You look like you don’t believe me,” he said and I shook my head.
“I do believe you. I know you think I deserve better than the life I’ve led. I know you adore Amanda. You wouldn’t be doing these things for us otherwise,” I said.
Dash moved closer to me and I had to crane my neck to look up at his face. At his handsome, brave face.
“You know where I got my nickname from?”
“Dash?” I asked and he grinned. I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Because I have a bit of a reputation,” he explained and I crossed my brows.
“To run from the first sign of a woman wanting more,” he said.
“I don’t want more. I don’t expect more!” I was quick to say and he nodded.
“That is not what I’m saying. I’m just saying that is where I got my nickname from. Because I never really stuck around for very long,” he added. I stared down at my hands. I wasn’t sure what he was trying to tell me. Was he warning me that I shouldn’t expect a future with him? That he was going to dash the first sign I gave him of wanting more.
“But Harley…” he began and looked at me intently. My mouth felt dry, I had no idea what he was going to say next and it made my heart beat faster.
“I want to stick around for you,” he said.
It felt like my throat was closing up. Could this really be happening? Was I hearing this correctly? Did Dash just say he wanted to stick around with me?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t exactly always know the right thing to say. What I’m trying to say, Harley, is that I care about you. I care for Amanda too. A lot.”
I nodded, feeling myself shake a little as I stared at him.
“Yes, I know that.”
“I care about you in a way that is more than just about this, just about the sex. I want to keep you safe, I want to make you happy,” he added and I threw myself at him again.
It felt too good to be true. I couldn’t believe he was actually saying those words, the things that I was thinking. That I didn’t think I would ever be able to say.
He hugged me tightly and stroked my back.
“When this is all over, we should talk about what we’re going to do about it,” he said. I pulled away from him gently and looked into his eyes. I trusted him. I believed him. He was never going to lie to me.
“I would like that, because I care about you too. More than I’ve cared about any other man,” I said.
Dash smiled and I smiled too and then he pulled me into his arms again. I never wanted to let go.