Top Dog

ips. If she wanted my cock… she was getting it.

CHAPTER NINE - ABIGAIL

The feel of Harley’s soft, but lips underneath mine sent tingling sensations throughout my body. He tasted of fresh air when he kissed me back before going still. I could feel every inch of his strong body pressed up against mine— not to mention the quickly growing hardness pressed against my inner thigh. I inhaled sharply at the sheer size and hardness of him.

I expected Harley to push me away. I expected him to berate me on crossing a line by practically seducing him because I wanted to see if he returned the attraction. There were no doubts lingering in my mind now.

I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose when I felt the strong muscles in Harley’s shoulders shift beneath my fingers. I made a move to pull back after a few seconds of Harley laying utterly motionless beneath me until a hand shot out to curl around the back of my neck. His lips were moving against mine fervently then. One hand found its way to rest on top of the bare skin of my thigh. A gasp escaped my lips when fingers slowly smoothed their way up to the rest on my hip.

The tip of Harley’s tongue slipped through my lips to tangle with mine in a dominant dance. The taste of him overwhelmed me in every literal sense. He tasted so good that I couldn’t even think straight. I felt the tension leave him beneath me.

The kiss quickly escalated with expert ease from Harley’s lips coaxing mine into a passionate dance that caused my stomach to flip. He kissed me long and hard with his other hand rubbing at my right hip sensually until I realized with a jolt that he was coaxing our hips into a slow grind.

The thin fabric of my shorts didn’t help matters either. I could feel the sheer heat radiating off the hardness that strained against my core. A tingling sensation started in my lower stomach and liquid coated my sex.

Harley’s strong arms circled me, tugging me closer to him. I buried my fingers into the short strands of his trimmed hair while our tongues fought for control. Then, in the next instant, I found myself on the hot patio floor with Harley leaning on his knees between my legs. My heart slammed hard into my rib cage as he leaned back over me, hips pressing against mine, and kissed me deeply.

The intimacy of it shook me. I was torn between going mad with desire from the way Harley’s hands felt on my legs and wanting to slow it down. That last part faded away when Harley’s lips started to trail hot kisses down the curve of my neck while one of his hands skimmed the bottom of my rib cage. A garbled gasp left my lips when the tips of fingers brushed the underside of my breast before teasing the sensitive tip that strained against the fabric of my shirt.

“Harley,” I panted, arching up against that hand as yearning took over. “Please. I—”

His lips bit down hard on the curve of my shoulder and neck. Hips pressed up against mine; I could feel his arousal rubbing against me in such a way that it left me hot and desperate for something more. I craved more, and when his hand reached up to completely cup my right breast, I let my head fall back against the hard floor with a whimper.

I heard a muffled and low groan come from deep within Harley’s throat. I arched up against him to be closer.

“Abi?”

We both froze at the sound of Libby’s voice. Footsteps approached from the other side of the balcony where our room was at.

“Fuck,” Harley whispered and quickly lifted himself from me right as Libby turned the corner to find us.

Libby froze as I quickly scrambled up onto trembling legs while straightening out my crumpled shirt. My lips still tingled from those bruising and deep kisses. I couldn’t look at either one of them— especially Libby because I knew she had a smirk on her face.

“I’ll be in my room,” Harley said, tightly. “Don’t leave the hotel without telling me.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Libby said.

The teasing only added to the awkwardness that was quickly rising. I refused to look up until I heard Harley’s door shut before Libby swept me up into an endless sea of questions.

“Holy shit, girl. What the hell were you two doing out here?”

“Nothing,” I mumbled, trying to get control over myself again. “Please don’t make it a big deal, Libby.”

Libby wrapped an arm around my shoulders. My cheeks burned when I looked up at her to see her smiling at me.

“You go, girl. That guy is wrapped around you.”

“He is not!”

“Oh, trust me,” she said, seriously, “I saw that look. If I wouldn’t have come out here when I did…”

“It’s a good thing you did,” I said, dizzy with the idea of what could’ve happened. “Things just got of control is all. That’s what happened.”

“It’s not a bad thing to want someone. No need to be ashamed of it.”

“I’m not ashamed of it. I’m just—”

I had no idea what I felt. My body felt wound up so tightly that a painful ache filled the center of me. I couldn’t shake off how delicious it had felt to have Harley’s hands roving all over me as though he was trying to memorize every curve. It felt good to be wanted for once without fear of repercussion.