what world could I overpower you? You could snap me in half, and it’s a lot of pressure, and—”
“Hey, whoa.” I rub my hands up and down his arms. “We can take this slower if you want.”
“No, I want to, but …”
“You had no problem taking control while you blew me.” Leaning in, I run my lips along the side of his neck. “I loved the way you pinned me to the bed and took care of me.”
Harley moans and throws his head back, giving me more access to his sweetly salty skin.
“Come on. I promise having sex with me isn’t that intimidating.” I pull him into the room and close the door behind us.
“Have you met you?”
I shuck off my shirt and undo my belt. “Not intimidating at all.”
Harley swallows so hard he gulps. His gaze is on my smooth, shaved chest, and I’m almost tempted to make my pecs dance, but I want him to take what he needs from me. I want him to make the first move, to come to me, but most of all, I want him to claim me.
He steps forward, coming so close I’m desperate for him to reach for me and run his fingers over my bare skin.
I’m dying for it.
His long, reddish-tinged lashes blink up at me.
“Touch me,” I whisper. “Do whatever you want with me.”
A small smile ghosts his lips. “Whatever I want?”
“I’ll let you know if you hit any limits, but I doubt you will.”
Harley still looks a little unsure. He tentatively runs his hands over my chest.
“Or we don’t have to take it that far,” I say. “We could fool around instead. It’s up to you.”
“Oh, I want this. I’m just … thinking.”
“That’s the thing. I don’t want you to think. I want you to act.”
Harley grips the back of my neck and pulls me down so our mouths meet. I don’t know where the sudden burst of confidence comes from, but I’m not complaining. At all.
His mouth is demanding and strong, and nothing—nothing—gets me going more than a struggle for power.
I push back a little with my tongue, testing to see if he’ll let me, but he doesn’t.
Gripping his ass, I pull him against me. Our bodies slam against one another, and I can feel how hard he is already.
Harley stumbles a little, but the next second, he turns us. In the blink of an eye, I’m on my back with the sexiest pop star on the planet on top of me.
He doesn’t stop kissing me. His lower half grinds against mine, but it’s not enough.
I run my hands under his shirt, dragging it up—the universal sign for take off your fucking shirt. But he doesn’t.
He moves down my body and pulls off my pants and boxers, dumping them on the floor. His tongue traces over my inner thigh. The muscles in my legs contract and release, trembling under Harley’s wandering mouth.
When he gets to the good part, so close to my cock, he detours and goes to my hip.
“No.” My protest makes him laugh.
“You said I can do anything I want. I want to explore you.”
“I’m more than okay with that, but could you do it a little faster?” My dick aches. I reach down to take some of that need away, but Harley swats my hand.
“Hands above your head.”
“Really?” I exclaim.
He smirks up at me. Damn, he’s better at this than he thought he’d be.
I do as he says, and he makes his way up my torso, his mouth leaving scorching hot kisses along my skin.
Harley sucks a nipple into his mouth, and my hips buck.
I reach for him, my hand going to the back of his head, but he grabs my forearm and pins it back above my head.
My dick leaks.
“Harley,” I whine.
“Mmm?” he mocks. His eyes shine up at me.
“You need to fuck me.”
“I need to?”
“I need you to.” My voice is breathy. “And I need you to lose your clothes. And—”
Harley covers my mouth with his hand. “I need you to shut up.”
He pauses for a split second, as if he’s worried he crossed a line, but he’s nowhere close to the fucking line.
I smile under his hand, and he relaxes on top of me.
“You can beg me all you want, but I have something else in mind. I’ve been thinking about your cock in my mouth ever since my first taste. Only, this time, I want all of it.”
All I can do is nod because his hand is still over my