Harley’s surprisingly strong hands grip my hips, steadying me so I don’t fall onto the mattress. His mouth breaks from mine and moves to my neck, sucking hard enough to make me go weak in the knees.
“Take off your clothes,” he rumbles against my skin.
Being overpowered is something I crave. I always have. It’s why I generally go for guys who are bigger than me.
I like being coaxed into submission and letting go of the control I have to maintain in my line of work.
I’ve always thought I needed to be forced to surrender under the touch of a stronger man’s hands. Turns out it’s not that at all.
Harley’s stature may not scream strong or powerful, but the way he’s handling me right now proves that doesn’t matter. His power is in his presence, in his voice, and in his firm but not painful grip.
It has me toeing off my boots and reaching for my belt without question.
We part to take off our shirts but come back to each other without missing a beat. We’re both struggling with our pants as our mouths devour. Taste. Consume.
I want every inch of Harley.
With a hard push, Harley has me on the mattress. I inch my way up until my head hits the pillow.
His naked body comes down on top of mine, skin on skin, and I’ve never been begging for it more in my life.
I fucking whimper, and I don’t do that.
Harley moves on top of me, dragging his hard cock against me while he brings his mouth back to mine.
Every thrust clouds my head, taking me to that place where nothing exists but the full-body sensation of an impending orgasm.
Nothing beats the tingling in my spine, the heat in my gut, and the growing pleasure thrumming in my veins.
“I want my mouth on you,” Harley breathes.
“Pretty sure you already have that.” I lean up to kiss him again, but he pulls back and sits up, straddling my waist.
“I want to suck you.”
The noise that leaves me is as much affirmative as it is tortured pleading.
Harley slinks down my body and lets out a breathy “Holy fuck” right at crotch level.
I want to say something cocky … probably about being so cocky, but I’m scared if I talk, rational thought might kick in.
Harley’s breath on my skin sends a ripple through my whole body. Then his tongue moves slowly up the side of my dick, and now I’m trembling.
My hand grips his hair, and the other fists the sheet, needing to hold on to something. Anything.
The torturous lick from base to tip takes so long I’m panting by the time he reaches the head of my cock.
I need that wet heat surrounding me. I need it now.
The fucker doesn’t give it to me.
Instead, he wraps his hand around my aching shaft and moves his mouth to my sac, teasing the hell out of me.
He’s driving me insane.
I have an inner war going on between fighting for control and letting go. Harley takes my choice away from me.
In an instant, my hand is gone from his hair and is pinned to the bed.
Harley continues to suck my balls until I’m practically squirming.
When he finally—finally—gives me what I want, he’s done with the teasing completely. I’m engulfed by his hot mouth as he sucks me down. I try to silence myself but can’t help crying out.
The sound of wet slurps fills the room when I get my own noises under control, and that turns me on more.
I manage to lift my head and stare down at Harley focused on bobbing up and down on my cock.
It’s the best thing I’ve seen in a long time. Maybe ever.
The sight of it alone …
Fuck.
“Harley,” I warn.
He keeps going.
I tap his shoulder with my free hand. “Harley.”
In a second, his mouth is gone, and then he’s on top of me again. His cock grinds against mine, and he closes his fist over both of us. He goes back to kissing me, hard and unforgiving. It pushes me over the edge.
Cum hits my stomach, and he swallows my moans but doesn’t stop.
When he stills on top of me a few seconds later, more warmth coats my abs.
His full body weight slumps on top of me. Harley’s not a small man, but compared to all the other men I’ve been with, he’s more petite than I’m used to. No one has ever fit against me like this, and I can’t say I hate