by Rye Hart
“You’re flushed,” Abigail said as she turned, concern lacing her voice. “Should we stop, or—”
Yes. “No. It’s just the heat. Don’t worry about it.” I smoothed a hand through my hair to regain control of myself.
Abigail watched me curiously as I instructed her to come running at me. She did as she was told and surprisingly took me down after wrapping her body around mine in a way that I had a feeling she knew would disable me. Not because she was stronger, but because she sensed the electric charge in the air just as much as I did.
I found myself pinned beneath her as she crouched above me with a mischievous grin that instantly set my blood to a boil. “Abi,” I whispered roughly.
“Do you yield?” she asked with a cocky smile on her pretty face. The girl needed to be spanked, and I was more than willing to do it.
“No,” I said, as strands of her hair tickled my face. “Abi, we should—”
“We should what?” She cocked her head to the side. “I have a feeling you aren’t very comfortable on the ground beneath me.”
“It’s not right,” I said.
I went to sit up, but she pushed my forearms down above our heads. All logic and reason fell away as she straddled my hips, her soft center pressed to my erection. There was no hiding how badly I was turned on. She pressed down, and I groaned and closed my eyes, unable to help myself from lifting my hips to feel more of her against me.
I gritted my teeth as desire swirled through me. Forcing my eyes open, I pinned her with a disapproving glare. “Abigail—”
“What?” She asked, lowering herself to press her breasts to my chest. “Do you surrender?”
“This isn’t fighting,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re trying to… to…”
“To what?” Her voice was sultry and fuck if she didn’t sound like my kind of temptress. Believing she was a virgin, an innocent sweet girl as I lay beneath her, tense as fuck was a joke. She wanted more than I was willing to give her, or maybe I was making shit up. Maybe it was me that wanted it so bad. To take my time opening her up like a flower and teaching her the slowest and most erotic way to the peak of her pleasure point.
Her fingers trailed down the inside of my arms softly. I curled my fingers into fists to keep myself from reaching out to touch her. The heat and weight of her sweet pussy pressed against me was enough to drive me crazy with lust. My body ached to discover how tight and wet she had to be.
The tips of her nipples grazed against my chest, so beaded and hard. My mouth watered as she hovered above me, and I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her loose tank top. If she didn’t get up fast then—
Her eyes widened before she glanced down at my erection. The thin fabric of my shorts and her pants didn’t help the heat and friction when she shifted back slightly in surprise.
I expected her to get up, to realize what sort of game she was trying to play. Except, she didn’t. The little freak rolled her hips, pressing against my dick in a way that had me groaning again. “Abi. Fuck.”
“I wanna,” she whispered and glanced up at me. A determined glint filled her eyes just before her eyelashes fluttered and closed. The look of pleasure on her face as she pressed her hands into my chest and sat up, rolling her hips again and it was now too much.
I opened my mouth to warn her, and distantly told myself to get her off, but she moaned, and I was lost to her.
“Baby,” I groaned and reached up, sliding my fingers into her hair. I wasn’t going to pull her down and make love to her mouth, but to warn her again, but I couldn’t find the words.
“Harley,” she whimpered and moved down toward me, her long hair framing her beautiful face. Up close, I could see freckles covering her cheekbones and nose. She stared down at me with hooded eyes before slowly leaning in to brush her lips hesitantly against my own. The softness of them, the taste of coffee and something unique… I couldn’t think or resist any longer.
I gripped her face tightly and kissed her back, hard as I lifted my hips. If she wanted my cock… she was getting it.
CHAPTER NINE - ABIGAIL
The feel of Harley’s soft, but lips underneath mine sent tingling sensations throughout my body. He tasted of fresh air when he kissed me back before going still. I could feel every inch of his strong body pressed up against mine— not to mention the quickly growing hardness pressed against my inner thigh. I inhaled sharply at the sheer size and hardness of him.
I expected Harley to push me away. I expected him to berate me on crossing a line by practically seducing him because I wanted to see if he returned the attraction. There were no doubts lingering in my mind now.
I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose when I felt the strong muscles in Harley’s shoulders shift beneath my fingers. I made a move to pull back after a few seconds of Harley laying utterly motionless beneath me until a hand shot out to curl around the back of my neck. His lips were moving against mine fervently then. One hand found its way to rest on top of the bare skin of my thigh. A gasp escaped my lips when fingers slowly smoothed their way up to the rest on my hip.
The tip of Harley’s tongue slipped through my lips to tangle with mine in a dominant dance. The taste of him overwhelmed me in every literal sense. He tasted so good that I couldn’t even think straight. I felt the tension leave him beneath me.
The kiss quickly escalated with expert ease from Harley’s lips coaxing mine into a passionate dance that caused my stomach to flip. He kissed me long and hard with his other hand rubbing at my right hip sensually until I realized with a jolt that he was coaxing our hips into a slow grind.
The thin fabric of my shorts didn’t help matters either. I could feel the sheer heat radiating off the hardness that strained against my core. A tingling sensation started in my lower stomach and liquid coated my sex.
Harley’s strong arms circled me, tugging me closer to him. I buried my fingers into the short strands of his trimmed hair while our tongues fought for control. Then, in the next instant, I found myself on the hot patio floor with Harley leaning on his knees between my legs. My heart slammed hard into my rib cage as he leaned back over me, hips pressing against mine, and kissed me deeply.
The intimacy of it shook me. I was torn between going mad with desire from the way Harley’s hands felt on my legs and wanting to slow it down. That last part faded away when Harley’s lips started to trail hot kisses down the curve of my neck while one of his hands skimmed the bottom of my rib cage. A garbled gasp left my lips when the tips of fingers brushed the underside of my breast before teasing the sensitive tip that strained against the fabric of my shirt.
“Harley,” I panted, arching up against that hand as yearning took over. “Please. I—”
His lips bit down hard on the curve of my shoulder and neck. Hips pressed up against mine; I could feel his arousal rubbing against me in such a way that it left me hot and desperate for something more. I craved more, and when his hand reached up to completely cup my right breast, I let my head fall back against the hard floor with a whimper.
I heard a muffled and low groan come from deep within Harley’s throat. I arched up against him to be closer.
“Abi?”
We both froze at the sound of Libby’s voice. Footsteps approached from the other side of the balcony where our room was at.
“Fuck,” Harley whispered and quickly lifted himself from me right as Libby turned the corner to find us.
Libby froze as I quickly scrambled up onto trembling legs while straightening out my crumpled shirt. My lips still tingled from those bruising and deep kisses. I couldn’t look at either one of them— especially Libby because I knew she had a smirk on her face.
“I’ll be in my room,” Harley said, tightly. “Don’t leave the hotel without telling me.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Libby said.
The teasing only added to the awkwardness that was quickly rising. I refused to look up until I heard Harley’s door shut befor
e Libby swept me up into an endless sea of questions.
“Holy shit, girl. What the hell were you two doing out here?”
“Nothing,” I mumbled, trying to get control over myself again. “Please don’t make it a big deal, Libby.”
Libby wrapped an arm around my shoulders. My cheeks burned when I looked up at her to see her smiling at me.
“You go, girl. That guy is wrapped around you.”
“He is not!”
“Oh, trust me,” she said, seriously, “I saw that look. If I wouldn’t have come out here when I did…”
“It’s a good thing you did,” I said, dizzy with the idea of what could’ve happened. “Things just got of control is all. That’s what happened.”
“It’s not a bad thing to want someone. No need to be ashamed of it.”
“I’m not ashamed of it. I’m just—”
I had no idea what I felt. My body felt wound up so tightly that a painful ache filled the center of me. I couldn’t shake off how delicious it had felt to have Harley’s hands roving all over me as though he was trying to memorize every curve. It felt good to be wanted for once without fear of repercussion.
“I won’t push you into doing something you don’t want to do,” Libby said. “If you really want things to progress with Harley again, I have a suggestion for you to sink a hook into him if you’re interested.”
She grinned wickedly at me. I had no idea what she was thinking, but curiosity got the better end of me. “What is your suggestion?”
“Don’t freak out when I tell you,” Libby said, and cupped both my cheeks before leaning in to whisper into my ear. “Get yourself off tonight where he can see you. It’ll help release some tension, but I can tell you right now that it’ll drive him crazy in all the best ways.”
Libby shrugged her shoulders. “It was just a suggestion, but I promise you, you can. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but it’ll drive him crazy. So if you want to drive him crazy…” She paused and wagged her eyebrows at me. “Then do it.”
***
It was well past midnight when I finally kicked back the sheets and blankets to my bed with a resigned sigh. It was utterly useless trying to sleep since my mind kept replaying what had happened. My muscles felt tight and coiled underneath the heat of my skin.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt. I glanced over at Libby who was fast asleep in her bed before slowly slipping out to not stir her. The stars were twinkling brightly when I stepped outside into the warm night. I could hear the faint chatter of voices nearby, but I slowly made my way to the lounge chair that sat directly in front of Harley’s patio. A growing shrub covered part of the lattice. I sat down on the warm cushions.
I heard the gentle click of Harley’s patio door open, so quiet that I had strained to hear it. Go figure he would come out to see what I was doing if he heard the patio door open in my and Libby’s room.
Do it. That wicked side of me craved release now that I knew Harley was going to see me. I sucked in a deep breath before reaching down to slip my hand between my legs. The first brush of my fingers brought a surprising jolt of heat through me. I let out a trembling breath as I rubbed in that familiar rhythm that I knew would release me quickly.
Through the hood of my eyes and the dark shadows of the night, I could faintly see the outline of his thick body next to lattice. Completely frozen. He was watching, and not showing any signs of wanting to walk away.
I imagined those calloused, but tender fingers instead of my own rubbing hard at the bundle of nerves. Wetness coated my fingers. I let that memory of hardness pressing up against me overwhelm me until I was moaning softly as my release dangled in front of me teasingly. Chewing on my bottom lip, I imagined Harley’s lips on my own as he rubbed up against me with a groan of earnest.
Pleasure coiled in my stomach. The bundle of nerves against my fingers twitched helplessly before I collapsed on the lounge chair as an intense orgasm crashed over me in a violent and hard wave. I moaned loudly, wanting him to hear me. A trickle of sweat ran down my neck as I straightened up slowly, panting as my pleasure points throbbed deliciously. I looked up toward the lattice casually as possible, but my heart sank in disappointment.
Harley’s outline was already gone.
I smoothed a hand through my hair nervously. I had a gut feeling that I had just started a very erotic game with the bodyguard my Dad hired to protect me.
Now, who would protect me from him? No one, I’d hoped.
CHAPTER TEN - HARLEY
I had to imagine it was Abi’s fingers stroking me in a steady rhythm. My hand couldn’t even do it anymore. I had to think of Abi that night on the patio when I heard their patio door open. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life - to stand there motionless. I thanked the years of training in the Special Forces, or else Abi would have been punished for being such a naughty girl.
Sweat had glistened on her forehead and dripped down the sweet curve of her breasts. Her hand had been partially obscured by her thighs, but I had instantly recognized that swirling rhythm. And it was damn clever of her because she knew I would step out to see that.
Electricity sparked in my lower back as I pumped my cock furiously to the memory of her lips moving against mine, soft and yielding. Her breast had felt so perfect in my fingers. I imagined her naked and squirming underneath me like she had been squirming on that lounge chair in sheer pleasure with moans escaping her lips. My balls contracted as I inched toward the edge of relief.
“Come on, baby,” I whispered. “Open your legs and let me taste you.”
I groaned loudly as I came, the image of her still clinging to my memory.
Resting against the tile of the shower, I let the now cold water cool my hot body. I had no other choice, but to resort to masturbating every fucking chance I got.
Abi was inexperienced when it came to sex. She had no idea what sort of consequences would come from us sleeping together. I had never slept with a virgin either, and all those emotions and shit were not my sort of thing to deal with. I was a big guy. Having to fit a cock the size of mine in her tightness might not work out the way either one of us thought it would.
It was still fucking tempting though. To have her wrapped around me, whimpering for more, begging me for a long fuck in the middle of the night until the soft light of the morning.
She was so damn attractive that it was impossible to ignore my attraction for her. She wasn’t like Libby who was outspoken and fierce about everything. No, Abigail was tenderhearted, but she had a backbone underneath those innocent expressions. Her strength impressed me beyond any other woman I’d met. My dick grew thick again, and I took it in my hand and pressed my hips up, forcing my grip tighter and tighter as I lost myself at the thought of hearing her come.
No. It couldn’t happen. Don’t think about it. Your paycheck is gone if you sleep with her. I panted loudly, releasing myself as I pressed my hands to my knees and leaned over in the shower.
My paycheck? Not that I believed Abigail would say a word to her Dad.
I turned the water off to get dressed for the day. Abigail and Libby both wanted to see a local art museum since the attacks were lifted. I found them both waiting for me on the patio with Abigail dressed in a simple navy blue button up polka dot skirt and a short white tank top. Her brunette locks were curled and framed her beautiful round face perfectly.
A jolt of fiery desire filled me at the sight of her. That cold shower and coming twice hadn’t done shit for me when she smiled up at me.
“Ready to go?” Abigail asked.
“I don’t have a choice in the matter,” I said, tightly. “Let’s get this day over with though. I don’t want to be out walking around in the streets at dark.”
Libby sighed dramatically. “Whatever. I’m going out with Roco tonight then if you’re going to do that.”
My tense mood only increased. I didn’t even bother arguing with Libby over it throughout the hot afternoon of following them
around Madrid for lunch, sightseeing, and a bit of shopping. Throughout the entire time, Abigail walked alongside me. She touched me occasionally on the shoulder to point something out, or our hands brushed while we walked. All of it was driving me insane that I desperately considered leaving them alone in a shop to find a bathroom to release myself for what felt like the twentieth time that week.
I was relieved when Abigail asked to go back to the hotel later that evening. I sat out on the back balcony with a cigarette in hand to keep myself calm while I half-listened to Libby chatter away about her plans for the night. It wasn’t until the sun had left the sky followed by the moon and stars when I heard the patter of bare feet on the patio floor.
I turned to find Abigail standing behind me with a case of beer in hand. She tucked a curl behind her ear shyly.
“I thought you might want to have a beer with me.”
More than that. I swallowed hard at the sight of her bare legs since she was still wearing that fluttery polka dot skirt and a tank top. The smell of sugar and vanilla washed over me as Abigail took a seat gingerly across from me. She held out a beer.
“Thanks,” I said, taking it against my better judgment that said not to take it. We were treading in dangerous water. “Did Libby leave with her Roco?”
“Yes,” she said and twisted her beer open. “They are going to some sort of nightclub together from what she told me.”
I didn’t say anything. I knew Robert would be pissed that I let Libby go, but she was experienced at least with men, unlike Abigail. She knew how to handle herself. Plus, I was over Libby’s snarky attitude and constant remarks.
“I bet she’s happy,” I said, sipping at the cold beer with a relieved sigh. “She’s been itching to go without me behind her.”
Abigail laughed softly. “Yeah, I know. Libby has always been the social one in our friendship. I personally don’t like the nightlife. Believe it or not, I prefer the sit at home and read type of nights.”
