while he strokes his cock which is shiny with lube.
I shake my thoughts free and concentrate on the sexy man on top of me. He deserves all my attention. “Always.”
Words like that should scare me because no matter how hard I try to think of a future with Harley, reality reminds me there isn’t one.
It feels like a hell of a lot more than sex, but I’ve never had that before, so this is all new territory.
The way Harley stares down at me as he enters me slowly. The way he leans down and kisses me softly. I know one thing for sure, this is completely new.
My eyes meet his.
“Thank you,” he whispers. He moves in and out of me at a languid pace.
“Thank you?”
He shifts his body weight, pressing his chest against mine, and his lips land on my neck.
His hot breath on my skin sends a jolt of want down my spine. I rotate my hips beneath him, forcing him to move inside me, and he shudders.
“You’ve been great at distracting me.” He groans and thrusts harder as if it’s an involuntary movement. “And I’m thankful for it.” Harley’s lips meet mine.
He starts a fast pace, and every small brush against my prostate makes me harder. This is the part I get easily lost in. Where I’m needy and wanting, with Harley giving it to me as hard as he can.
Harley’s hair is wet with sweat, and I run my hand through it.
“I love being inside you,” he rasps against my lips.
“I love that you love being inside me.”
He pulls back and reaches for my cock. “But one of these days, we’re going to have to try it the other way.”
It’s not my first preference, but I’ll do it. “I’m up for that. You think you can handle all of me?” Yeah, I’m cocky about the size of my dick. It’s not really surprising.
“Probably not, but I want to try.”
I pull him close and roll us over fast so I’m on top. I try to stop him from slipping out of me, but it’s impossible. Sitting up, I reach back and line him up with my ass so I can sink down on him.
“I would suggest flipping right now, but Iris will be here soon, and we don’t have the time I’d need to focus on you properly.”
“Is that your way of telling me to hurry up and come?”
I roll my hips. “Maybe.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “Keep doing that and it won’t take long at all.”
I fuck myself on his dick, loving every expression Harley pulls. I can tell he’s trying to hold back for me, but I don’t want him to.
“Don’t wait for me. Come inside me.”
He grips onto my hips and thrusts upward once. Twice.
Harley falls apart beneath me while I stroke my cock until I come all over his chest.
“We really need to shower. Fast,” I pant but still don’t move.
Harley runs a finger over his chest and through my cum. “Yep.” He laughs.
Yet, when I go to get off him, he holds me in place.
“I’m going to miss you today.”
That warm, sated feeling is gone. “I’ll miss you too.”
“This is the first Sunday you’ve taken off in a month.”
Five Sundays, actually. It’s been five Sundays that I have been avoiding facing the man I’m responsible for, and the guilt has been eating at me. Having any sort of personal relationship with Harley means I could potentially be fucking up any chance of getting him out of that shitty care facility and into a better one.
He’ll understand, though. I’ll go there and tell him I’ve been on a mission, which isn’t a lie. I’ve been super focused on Harley lately and making sure he feels safe while the guys investigate Webber for me, but I still feel guilty.
My commitment to Harley betrays my obligations, but I can’t go back to only caring about my debts either.
Harley has a hold on me I couldn’t shake even if I wanted to.
“What are you going to do?” he asks.
I shrug. “The usual.”
Harley flattens his lips but lets me get up.
I kiss his forehead. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
It’s my responsibility. My problem. My life.
I don’t know how to let people in when I’ve practically been on my own since my mom died.
Dad did all he could, but being in the military, he could only be there so much.
It made me the independent guy I am. I don’t need anyone, only myself.