Top Dog

“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?”