CHAPTER ELEVEN - ABIGAIL
A popping sensation filled my stomach as Harley kissed me back without any resistance or hesitance. His lips coaxed mine open before sweeping a tongue inside. He tasted of hot black tea with honey.
His hands rubbed my shoulders before trailing down the sides of my body. Gripping my waist, his fingers dipped down to grab at my hips. He nipped at my lips playfully. The fire I felt since that day on the patio ignited again. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulder as we kissed deeply for a long time.
Harley pulled back after a few minutes. Resting his forehead against mine, his fingers now ghosted against the skin on my bare thighs.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, voice a husky murmur. “I’m not going to be able to stop once we start. I’ve wanted to sink down into you since that day you acted like a bitch in your Dad’s office.”
A chuckle left me, and I knew.
“I want to,” I whispered back, feeling the strong muscles of his neck under my fingers. A faint bristle of a beard tickled my fingertips. “I don’t want you to stop either. Just be careful with me.”
“Be careful with you, how, kitten?” His eyes filled with concern.
“I’m a virgin.” I shrugged as best I could. “Just be easy with me. I’ve never…but, I want this. We’re doing it. I just needed you to know so that you could be careful with me.” Frustration pumped through the center of my chest, and I grasped him tightly. “I want you.
“Abi, this is a big fucking decision. I don’t want you to do this unless you’re 100% positive that you’re going to be okay with this choice.”
“I’m confident. Don’t ask me again. I’m a grown woman and I’m tired of pretending my fingers are yours.” I stared at the starlight reflecting in Harley’s eyes. “I’ve never felt more confident in my decision before. Please don’t deny me.”
“I’m not going to.” His hands splayed against my thighs before he stiffened. “I’m not looking for a relationship, Abi. You deserve more than I can offer you. I’m just warning you that I’m not a good man to get caught up with.”
“I beg to differ,” I said, tracing the tattooed names on his forearm. “You care a lot for people. You were trained in the Special Forces so you could help people, so you could protect them.”
“That’s different,” Harley said, eyes fluttering closed. “I’ve watched a lot of those friends die. It’s fucked me up in ways you can’t even imagine.”
The pain in Harley’s voice prompted me to turn so that I could fully straddle his lap. His hands moved to the back of my thighs before sliding up to squeeze my ass. It felt so good to be in his grasp, to feel him holding onto me, like he owned me already. In some way, he did.
“Don’t think about that,” I whispered against his lips. Grabbing ahold of his hands, I placed them on my aching breasts. “Think about these, and only these. Okay?”
He didn’t answer, and I didn’t expect him to. I leaned forward to press my lips hard against Harley’s. He responded with earnest, melting underneath me. The both of us seemed to melt together as a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist before he shifted to stand up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed against him. The thick, hard press of his cock against my center left the world disappearing.
Clinging to him, our lips didn’t break from each other. I dimly heard the patio door click shut behind us before I was surrounded by soft blankets with Harley kneeling over me. A tremor of nerves went through me as Harley’s lips trailed warm kisses down the side of my neck to the swell of my breast. His hands were everywhere, gripping my breasts, brushing by my cheek, sliding down through my thighs to pet me. I squirmed in pleasure as liquid heat swelled between my thighs, coating me with need.
I lost track of time of how long we kissed with our hands exploring. Every inch of Harley was sculpted from his shoulders to his tight ass. I could feel scars on the skin of his back— bullet holes I realized while I massaged them with my fingertips. He was covered in these tiny little scars the size of bullets.
He glanced up and brushed my hair back as his cock pressed tightly against my lower stomach. I gasped against his lips at the feeling, and nerves came slamming back into me again. His hand roamed the sides of my waist before grasping the edge of my shirt. In one swift tug, he flung the cotton material into the dark abyss off his room. A blush filled my cheeks when I felt those skilled fingers reaching for the bra clasp at my back.
He was going fast, so fast that I couldn’t even think straight. The straps loosened around my shoulders. I bit down on my lip to keep myself from covering up. I could feel Harley’s eyes skimming along my breasts as he dropped my bra off the side of the bed too.
“Beautiful,” I heard him whisper before he licked at one of my nipples, pulling it into the wet warmth of his mouth.
I cried out in pleasure and arched my back. He moved up to kiss me again as his calloused hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my tight nipples. He gave a gentle squeeze before leaning down to nip and suck at them again. Pleasure like I’d never experienced before washed over me in thick waves.
The air was so hot that I could barely breathe when Harley’s lips latched onto a nipple. My fingers dug into the back of his head before sliding down to tug insistently at the fabric of his damp shirt. I could feel the sweat pouring down his spine, drenching the fabric of his shirt.
He let up briefly to tug the offending fabric away. I let my eyes roam over the fine muscles chiseled into every inch of Harley’s body. Tattoos and scars covered his chest and strong stomach. I dragged my fingers down the center of his chest marveling at the feel of strong muscles under hot skin. My fingers stopped at the elastic band of his shorts. It was unmistakable in the dark— the hard erection straining to be touched.
I swallowed thickly at the size of him. We are not going to fit. That flicker of doubt filled me again.
“Harley,” I whispered. His right hand immediately stopped roaming along the outside of my thigh. “I-I-I don’t know if this— you’re just so big.”
Harley chuckled deeply in amusement. “I assure you,” he said, “we will fit. I promise. I’ll make sure of it, sweetheart. Trust me. Just make sure you relax and breathe.”
“How?” I asked, trembling when that hand twisted around to my inner thigh. His fingers crept forward at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Like—” He cupped my pussy intimately, firmly. I let out a strangled breath in surprise at the flood of pleasure coursing through me. “—this.” He rimmed my entrance before sliding a finger deep inside of me.
He mimicked the rhythm I had set that night he had been watching. Except, his fingers were unrelenting as he set a rough and fast rhythm that stole the breath right out of my lungs. I stuffed a hand in my mouth in a vain attempt to keep my cries of pleasure silent as his hand worked me until a crashing orgasm. I sank against the bed in sated relief and with wetness coating my thighs and dripping onto the bed below me.
“Fuck,” I whispered roughly and reached up to run my hands over his shoulders. “You’re so quick at that.”
“Years of experience,” Harley said and grinned down at me. His fingers were working against the buttons of my skirt to tug it down along with my panties. “It’s not over though. Are you ready for another orgasm? I like the sound of you coming, Abi.”
His words were almost too intimate, and I took a shaky breath as warmth filled my chest and coated my neck and cheeks.
I wasn’t sure I could handle another orgasm. I’d never given myself more than one. My body went tight again from desire and nerves as Harley tugged my skirt and panties down my legs the rest of the way. His eyes roamed over every inch of me greedily while running his hands everywhere to keep me alive and squirming under his touch.
“God, you’re beautiful. So soft. You’re perfect,” he whispered reverently.
I stared up at him in the dark as he knelt back between my legs to hook a thumb into the elastic band of his shorts. My heart thudded hard while I watched the fabric slid down past sharp hips, a dark cloud of hair, and a huge cock, thick and weeping. Fear raced through the center of my chest.
“There is no way,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re too big.”
A cocky grin spread across his face where a normally stony expression set. It was thrilling to see such a different side of him other than that blank expression or scowl. I knew why then he walked around confidently as he did.
“You’re ready for me. I promise.” He ran a finger down the center of me, and a jolt of pleasure shot up me at the touch. “Very ready. Do you trust me?”
The question threw me. I had no idea if what I was doing was right, but all I could think of was how good it felt. I trusted this man without even realizing it. I trusted him to watch my back even if he was paid to do it, and he did watch out for me.
“Yes, with all of me” I said and tried hard to relax. I had no clue what to expect, but I was backing out of being with him after coming so far.
I heard him rummage through his pants for something. The crinkle of plastic followed by the smell of latex filled my nose. A second later, Harley leaned back over me, and his arousal pushed up against my swollen entrance.
He coaxed my thighs to grip my hips. The feel of him leaning over me, surrounding me at every angle, produced a strange array of feelings. I could feel his heart hammering hard against my chest.
“Try to relax,” Harley said, softly.
I nodded because I didn’t trust my voice. You wanted this. Hardness nudged the center of me, stretching slightly. You wanted this, and you pushed, and now you’re going to get exactly what you asked for. Fire erupted, as Harley slipped in further with a quivering groan using my hip to keep me steady. My eyes smarted from the stinging sensation of being filled. That was the only way I could think to describe the sensation as Harley withdrew gently to push forward again with a little more force.
“You okay, baby?” He brushed his nose by mine and leaned into kiss me deeply as I whimpered my response.
The painful fire and sting started to fade away. I let out a relieved breath before focusing on Harley’s face hovering above mine. His face was contorted in pleasure while he sucked in deep breaths through his nose. He was trying to control himself for my comfort.
Instinct took over under a brand-new fire illicit in my lower belly. I squeezed his hips with my thighs in a silent invitation to go faster— something that Harley gladly did with a deep throated groan.
He withdrew for a moment before plunging in hard and fast. I gasped at the pleasure following it. He did the same thing again, and again, and again until I let out a sharp cry of pleasure as my world exploded into heat and bright lights.
He gripped the back of my thighs, opening me up farther as he thrust deep into me with a muffled groan in the pillow next to my head. He swelled inside of me, causing my body to stretch farther. I cried out, but he captured the sound with another delicious kiss before sliding back into me and losing himself.
Harley collapsed against me on his elbow to keep me from being crushed beneath the heavy weight of his body. His heart hammered against his chest. My own heart copied his.
He lifted his head a moment later after we both had caught our breath. “You sure you’re okay, Abi?”
I nodded wordlessly. Tears filled the back of my eyes, and I closed them quickly in horror before Harley could see it. Why am I crying? I felt him slide out before the presence of his body was gone. A new wave of emotions crashed over me. I sucked in a deep breath to calm myself before sitting up to look at Harley apprehensively as he moved about the dark. He didn’t look back at me as he disappeared into the bathroom.
A strange emptiness filled me, and I had no idea why when my body still tingled from pleasure. I just clutched at the blankets of his bed while I waited for him to tell me what to do next.
“Where are you going?” I managed to choke out.
“To get a glass of water.” He disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared a few minutes later, chugging the water. “You want some?”
“No.” I turned on my side and curled up as he moved in behind me, pulling me flush against him. His strong arm wrapped around my waist and he gripped one of my breasts before kissing down the line of my neck.
“That was incredible. You doing okay?”
I nodded, biting my tongue. “Just tired.”
“Then I’ll let you sleep.” He kissed me against just below my ear. “Don’t mind me. I’m just going to stare at you like a creeper all night long.”
I laughed and the tension in my chest unwound. “Please do.”
“Oh, I will.” He snuggled up and within minutes, the deep sound of his breathing calmed me further. Everything was okay, and I’d done exactly what I wanted to do – slept with a good man who I knew I could fall in love with.
Scary enough, I was already starting to…