Top Dog

“I won’t push you into doing something you don’t want to do,” Libby said. “If you really want things to progress with Harley again, I have a suggestion for you to sink a hook into him if you’re interested.”

She grinned wickedly at me. I had no idea what she was thinking, but curiosity got the better end of me. “What is your suggestion?”

“Don’t freak out when I tell you,” Libby said, and cupped both my cheeks before leaning in to whisper into my ear. “Get yourself off tonight where he can see you. It’ll help release some tension, but I can tell you right now that it’ll drive him crazy in all the best ways.”

Libby shrugged her shoulders. “It was just a suggestion, but I promise you, you can. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but it’ll drive him crazy. So if you want to drive him crazy…” She paused and wagged her eyebrows at me. “Then do it.”

***

It was well past midnight when I finally kicked back the sheets and blankets to my bed with a resigned sigh. It was utterly useless trying to sleep since my mind kept replaying what had happened. My muscles felt tight and coiled underneath the heat of my skin.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt. I glanced over at Libby who was fast asleep in her bed before slowly slipping out to not stir her. The stars were twinkling brightly when I stepped outside into the warm night. I could hear the faint chatter of voices nearby, but I slowly made my way to the lounge chair that sat directly in front of Harley’s patio. A growing shrub covered part of the lattice. I sat down on the warm cushions.

I heard the gentle click of Harley’s patio door open, so quiet that I had strained to hear it. Go figure he would come out to see what I was doing if he heard the patio door open in my and Libby’s room.

Do it. That wicked side of me craved release now that I knew Harley was going to see me. I sucked in a deep breath before reaching down to slip my hand between my legs. The first brush of my fingers brought a surprising jolt of heat through me. I let out a trembling breath as I rubbed in that familiar rhythm that I knew would release me quickly.

Through the hood of my eyes and the dark shadows of the night, I could faintly see the outline of his thick body next to lattice. Completely frozen. He was watching, and not showing any signs of wanting to walk away.

I imagined those calloused, but tender fingers instead of my own rubbing hard at the bundle of nerves. Wetness coated my fingers. I let that memory of hardness pressing up against me overwhelm me until I was moaning softly as my release dangled in front of me teasingly. Chewing on my bottom lip, I imagined Harley’s lips on my own as he rubbed up against me with a groan of earnest.

Pleasure coiled in my stomach. The bundle of nerves against my fingers twitched helplessly before I collapsed on the lounge chair as an intense orgasm crashed over me in a violent and hard wave. I moaned loudly, wanting him to hear me. A trickle of sweat ran down my neck as I straightened up slowly, panting as my pleasure points throbbed deliciously. I looked up toward the lattice casually as possible, but my heart sank in disappointment.

Harley’s outline was already gone.

I smoothed a hand through my hair nervously. I had a gut feeling that I had just started a very erotic game with the bodyguard my Dad hired to protect me.

Now, who would protect me from him? No one, I’d hoped.

CHAPTER TEN - HARLEY

I had to imagine it was Abi’s fingers stroking me in a steady rhythm. My hand couldn’t even do it anymore. I had to think of Abi that night on the patio when I heard their patio door open. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life - to stand there motionless. I thanked the years of training in the Special Forces, or else Abi would have been punished for being such a naughty girl.

Sweat had glistened on her forehead and dripped down the sweet curve of her breasts. Her hand had been partially obscured by her thighs, but I had instantly recognized that swirling rhythm. And it was damn clever of her because she knew I would step out to see that.

Electricity sparked in my lower back as I pumped my cock furiously to the memory of her lips moving against mine, soft and yielding. Her breast had felt so perfect in my fingers. I imagined her naked and squirming underneath me like she had been squirming on that lounge chair in sheer pleasure with moans escaping her lips. My balls contracted as I inched toward the edge of relief.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered. “Open your legs and let me taste you.”

I groaned loudly as I came, the image of her still clinging to my memory.

Resting against the tile of the shower, I let the now cold water cool my hot body. I had no other choice, but to resort to masturbating every fucking chance I got.

Abi was inexperienced when it came to sex. She had no idea what sort of consequences would come from us sleeping together. I had never slept with a virgin either, and all those emotions and shit were not my sort of thing to deal with. I was a big guy. Having to fit a cock the size of mine in her tightness might not work out the way either one of us thought it would.

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bsp; It was still fucking tempting though. To have her wrapped around me, whimpering for more, begging me for a long fuck in the middle of the night until the soft light of the morning.

She was so damn attractive that it was impossible to ignore my attraction for her. She wasn’t like Libby who was outspoken and fierce about everything. No, Abigail was tenderhearted, but she had a backbone underneath those innocent expressions. Her strength impressed me beyond any other woman I’d met. My dick grew thick again, and I took it in my hand and pressed my hips up, forcing my grip tighter and tighter as I lost myself at the thought of hearing her come.

No. It couldn’t happen. Don’t think about it. Your paycheck is gone if you sleep with her. I panted loudly, releasing myself as I pressed my hands to my knees and leaned over in the shower.

My paycheck? Not that I believed Abigail would say a word to her Dad.

I turned the water off to get dressed for the day. Abigail and Libby both wanted to see a local art museum since the attacks were lifted. I found them both waiting for me on the patio with Abigail dressed in a simple navy blue button up polka dot skirt and a short white tank top. Her brunette locks were curled and framed her beautiful round face perfectly.

A jolt of fiery desire filled me at the sight of her. That cold shower and coming twice hadn’t done shit for me when she smiled up at me.