Dirty Working Hero (Hard Working Hero 2)

I look down at Hardin, waving him up. He cocks his head on his shoulder and pins his hands to his hips. Waving him up again, he shakes his head and finally climbs up.

“This is crazy,” he says softly.

“Crazy makes life colorful.” Winking, I carefully walk down the thin strip of roof, until I reach my bedroom window. I slowly and quietly open it, then I slip inside.

Hardin climbs in behind me with a look of disbelief on his face. His voice is low, so low I have to lean in to hear him better. “You know I haven't had to sneak in a window for years. I think I was fifteen the last time.”

“Shut up,” I say with a smile, reaching out to grab his shirt and pull him in. Crushing my lips against his, I kiss him hard and fast.

Hardin exhales, his hands coming up to wrap my face. He holds me there, kissing me back. His tongue licks across my lips, dipping inside my mouth. He tastes like sex and lust.

I want him more than I've ever wanted anyone in my life. I can't kiss him deep enough. I can't kiss him hard enough. And I'm trying. I'm trying to breathe him in, drink him down, infuse him into every vein, muscle, and pore in my body.

We walk backwards as we kiss, stripping each other's clothes off at the same time. I pull his shirt over his head, tossing it off to the side. Hardin tears my shirt off, throwing it away as if it's useless.

The back of my legs hit the edge of my bed, causing me to drop down. I bounce lightly on the mattress, my eyes never leaving Hardin's. They're so big and blue, deep as the ocean, and vast as the sky. I couldn’t look away if I tried. I'm mesmerized.

He grips my jaw, lifting my face up, and runs his thumb across my chin. “It's going to be hard as hell to stay quiet.”

“Don't worry, I'll just bite you, so I don't scream.” Curling my fingers in the waist of his pants, I pull him closer. My fingers start to loosen his belt, pulling it free. I unbutton his pants, and slowly tug down the zipper tooth by tooth.

Hardin smiles, flashing bright white teeth as I reach into his pants and grip his cock. His eyes roll back in his head, and he groans in a low husky tone.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath.

I stroke him with utter slowness, enjoying every quiet noise he's making. Soft grunts and quiet groans spill out into the silence of my room. His cock is so hard and thick my fingers barely touch each other.

I surprise him by nipping his ear before I drop down to my knees, dragging his jeans down a few inches. I lick his tip, circling it with my tongue. Hardin throws his hand in my hair, grabbing a fistful as I flatten my tongue and run it down his shaft. “Mm,” he moans, tugging at my roots.

I open my mouth wide and suck his length in as far as I can. My hand strokes down to his base, making room for my mouth as I swallow him deep. Sucking him off, my cheeks hollow with every pull. Over and over I pump his cock with my mouth, licking and sucking, taking him so deep he hits the back of my throat.

His pants fall down around his ankles as he starts to fuck my mouth. His cock slips in and out, fingers tightening in my hair, and guiding me deeper. His cock is pulsing, throbbing against my tongue.

He's so fucking thick.

I can taste the salty flavor of precum. Hardin moans again as he exhales, his hips becoming faster and more intense. My pussy is aching, dripping with so much arousal my panties are drenched.

I can't stop my hips from rocking. My pussy is begging for him, clenching at air, and dripping with need. Pulling his cock out of my mouth, I push myself back on my bed, and tug my pants down.

“I need you now,” I demand. “I can't wait any more.”

Hardin grabs his dick, stroking it slow as he watches me with devilish eyes. There's something in his gaze, something that makes my heart speed up and my belly twist and turn like it's filled with a million tornadoes.

I kick my pants off, slipping my fingers inside my panties. My legs glide back and forth over each other, slow and methodical, a beacon for his eyes. His eyes move down my legs, then back up to my teasing hands as I pluck at my panties, but don't take them off.

“You need me?” he asks.

I nod eagerly, biting my bottom lip and sucking it in. “Yes.”

He licks his lips, releasing his cock, and grabbing my knees. Spreading my legs wide open, Hardin climbs between them. He takes his thumb and presses against the wet spot on my panties.