by Amelia Jade
Finally, almost an hour after midnight, he gave up his efforts. There was only so much he could do with a constant hard-on. Heading for the shower, he peeled off the sweat-soaked shirt, his muscles flexing and protesting after being overworked. The jeans followed shortly, until he stepped into the washroom in nothing but his boxers. The cold water did nothing to help his state. No matter how hard he tried to think of other things, images of Harley kept popping back into his mind. With a roar of frustration, he slammed a fist into the tiled wall of the shower, pressing his head up against it.
His hand wrapped itself around his steel-rigid cock of its own accord. It was the only way he was going to be able to sleep, he told himself. Stroking up and down the shaft, he pictured himself pressed up against Harley, her smooth flesh unencumbered by clothing as she lay back beneath him. Legs spread wide, she accepted him as he slid into her wet cunt, a moan escaping her lips. He could feel the release approaching rapidly, his hand now flying like a runaway train, desperate to reach it. With a roar he climaxed, yelling her name into the silence.
Gasping for breath he tried to calm himself down, hoping to be able to sleep shortly. His release was short lived, for even as he dried off he began to harden once more. It was going to be a long night.
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Chapter Eight
Harley
Harley awoke with a start, her cheeks flushed. She looked around, but she was alone in her bed, with the olive green sheets in a pile at her feet. Blushing, she recalled the dream she had just been having, where Calan had invited her back to his place. He had taken her on the floor in the main room without any argument. She had wanted it so badly that he had convinced her to try things she had never been okay with before. Just as an orgasm overtook her in the dream, she had woken up.
The night before had ended the same way. With just the proper kiss from Calan to end that night, Harley had swiftly stripped out of her dress and hopped into the bath. There, surrounded by the warm water, her hand slipped between her thighs, massaging her clit until a real climax had raced through her body. Twice more she had lain there, touching herself while she cried out his name with pleasure until sleep overtook her. She had so much tension built up within her from their first kiss, and then the tension of the night before had been piled on top of it. Calan had such an arousing effect on her that every time she was near him her canal leaked warm honey, begging to be stuffed with his hard cock.
The night before had been wonderful, but Harley couldn't shake the sense that both of them had wanted it to end differently, though neither of them had been willing to act on it. She felt rather silly having avoided him for so long, pretending as if she were uninterested when the truth was quite clearly the opposite. Now though, she could openly admit to herself and anyone who asked that she cared deeply for Calan. The depth of that thought startled her, because she had almost used another very strong word in her mind to describe her feelings.
Rolling her mental eyes at the voice in her brain, she decided not to argue with herself, just pushing the thought to the side for the time being. Right now she had other needs, urges that needed taking care of. After sleeping on it for the night, Harley knew that she was ready for what was about to happen.
Moving over to her closet, she opened up the far side of it, the side that she never looked at. Hanging there were two outfits she had only ever tried on, having bought them several months ago on a random whim. She eyed the pink lacey two-piece, complete with all-red garters and thigh highs, or the slightly riskier black corset and transparent underwear. Both of them left her mouth dry, and she swallowed hard, looking for the courage that had brought her over to here in the first place.
You know which one he'll like, so just put it on already.
A smile on her lips, she reached for an outfit.
A pair of sweatpants and a light jacket were the only things she wore overtop of it, much more up her alley. Harley still couldn't believe what she was doing, nor did she know if Calan would like it. The body that was underneath all the clothing wasn't anything special. Even though he seemed to be horny around her, she never knew what would happen once he saw the real her. There was every possibility that he wouldn't like what he saw, for her soft belly and thick thighs weren't something every man was interested in.
Trying her best to shove the worry from her mind and replace it with confidence, she headed over to his apartment. It took her an extra few minutes, because she went the long way so that she didn't have to drive past the firehouse, instead approaching from the opposite direction. It wouldn't matter if anyone walked out front since they would see her vehicle easily, but most of the time they stayed inside the station. This way they wouldn't know she was visiting him. It would be awkward enough explaining to Sam or one of the other guys that she had shown up to fuck Calan. However, if her father came outside because he saw her Jeep, Harley knew she would die from embarrassment.
The concrete walkway up to his apartment seemed to stretch on forever as she took her first step up it. Shaking her head, she pushed onward, not willing to let something so little as nerves get the best of her. This wouldn't be the first time she ever had sex. Hell, it wouldn't be the first time she had sought out a man just for sex either. Harley was a grown woman who had needs. Those needs just happened to involve Calan, his bunching muscles and his hopefully large, hard cock. She stumbled slightly as a particularly strong image of him naked in front of her formed. She desperately wanted to see him in his full glory, to trace the outlines of his tattoos down his body as far as they went. Ever since the first time he had pressed against her, the outline of his hard cock poking against her soft stomach, Harley had wanted this.
Now their relationship had progressed to the point she felt comfortable with baring herself to him. Although doubts still fluttered in her mind, the closer his door came, the more confident she became. Her stride became sultrier, with a definite sway to her steps. The wetness between her legs intensified as she rapped unsteadily on the door. The beating of her heart must have been audible to the entire block, she thought, the noise was so loud in her head.
After a few moments without an answer, she knocked again, this time louder. There was no answer again, so she tried the handle, It was locked. The lights were off as she peered through the window. Risking being spotted, she crept around to the back to see if his car was there. The single parking spot was empty, which could only mean he was up at his parents’ place. The thought of driving up there before she could feel his hands around her waist nearly made her scream. She settled for a small sigh of frustration before hopping into the Jeep and slamming it back into gear again.
Her mouth went dry as she crested the last rise to his place. He was standing off to the side of the house, his back to the road, using a chainsaw to cut branches off of a tree that he had felled. Harley normally felt that the white t-shirt and jeans look was overplayed, but it was plastered to his skin oh so perfectly that she sat there in the car for a moment, her hand gently rubbing her clit through her clothing. He was so handsome, she couldn't wait to get her hands on him.
Calan never turned from his actions as she parked and closed the door. The chainsaw was loud, and he was sweating profusely. Instead of interrupting him, she went into the house and straight to the kitchen. She had to try a second time before she remembered which cupboard held the glasses, but she poured them both some water. She turned to head outside with the glasses in hand, before a thought came to her. Pausing, she tossed the sweatshirt and sweatpants she was wearing onto the ground. Taking a deep breath for courage, she went out the back door of the house, so that he would see her this time.
Her presence startled him, but she made sure to step around the corner when the saw was off, so that he didn't hurt himself, or her for that matter.
"I thought you might be thirsty," was the brilliant line she came up with after he set the saw down. His eyes seemed to drink in the view as she stood there clad only in a corset and completely see-through panties.
She was about to close her arms across her body before she noticed the reaction in his pants. The jeans were bulging tightly right over his cock, as he hardened at the sight of her.
"Parched, actually," he managed to get out eventually, finally managing to stop staring at her body and meet her gaze.
His eyes never strayed from hers as he walked over, though, his steely eyes keeping her rooted to the spot. He stopped slightly before her, leaving some distance between them. His eyes searched her face, perhaps seeing the last of her guarded walls falling away beneath the onslaught of his attention. She wasn't sure what he finally saw that proved to him she truly wanted this, but whatever it was, the effect was instantaneous.
He took the glass from her hand and threw it on the ground, closing the distance between them in one single stride. He wrapped one arm around her tightly, the other hanging off to one side. She wasn't entirely sure what he planned to happen next.
Then he flexed his arm.
She practically popped off the ground, her legs swinging up until his other arm caught her, pulling her body tight against his chest as he carried her inside.
"You need a shower," she commented as his warmth enveloped her, the damp from his shirt practically sizzling against her it was so hot.
"I know, and you're going to join me."
The low voice combined with the commanding tone had her melting into his arms before he was even done speaking. She was both scared and excited about how easily he controlled her like that.
"Okay," was her only response. She felt somewhat silly, having gone through the effort of putting on her outfit for him for such a short period of time. Chiding herself at the fact that she never had intended to wear it for long anyway, she sighed with content as he set her down. Desire coursed through her veins as his dexterous fingers played across her body, finding the clasps with ease.
Before he undid them though, he stepped back to admire her once more. Harley's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the pure carnal look he was giving her body, for she didn't feel overly special, even all dolled up like she was. To her, she was just the plain old curvy fire-girl. The blaze burning within Calan's eyes spoke of other thoughts though. His lips left burn marks as he kissed her shoulder and then collarbone before moving his way up her neck. She shivered under his touch, moaning softly as he nipped lightly at the vein in her neck.
Not one to simply stand idly by, her hand slipped between his legs, gently grasping the bulge of his cock and tugging on it. Air hissed out between his teeth and his hands tightened around her waist in response. She continued to trace the outline of it while Calan undressed her, the corset falling to the ground as she bared her breasts to him.
His large, calloused hands rubbed against her soft skin, the texture of them sending electrical sparks shooting from her nipples to her thighs. Cupping her breasts, he rolled one nipple between his fingers as he took the other into his mouth. The hot warmth of his breath washed over her quickly before his lips closed around her. She shivered as the heat faded and his tongue began to flick across her nipple as he sucked upon it gently.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, Harley pulled clothing away until his rock hard cock was hanging right in front of her face. It was long and so thick she could barely wrap her hand around the base of it. He moaned in anticipation as she looked up at him, licking her lips and preparing to take him into her mouth. As she wrapped her now moist lips around the tip of his head, she tasted him for the first time. She thought it impossible, but he seemed to grow harder as she took more and more of him into her mouth.
It had been a long time since she had pleasured a man, and when he eventually pushed her back, a brief flash of disappointment flashed through her. With a start, she realized she had been having fun. That revelation kept her mind occupied while her body moved according to Calan's instructions. So when he pressed up against her from behind, she gasped out loud. Taking that as a sign to continue, he pushed inside of her for the first time.
If Harley had forgotten how much fun it was to please a man, she had definitely forgotten just how good it felt to have one inside of her. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he slid more of his length into her. She was practically on fire, begging and pleading for him to take her completely. The wait was too much, she couldn't handle it. Tightening her arms on the counter she was bent over, Harley thrust her hips back against him hard, impaling herself completely on his cock.
Lightning exploded between her eyes. Her legs gave out as the wave of pleasure thundered through her body, the orgasm ripping out from her wet cunt as he filled her to the brim, stretching her to accommodate his large cock. Wave after wave of ecstasy pounded into her, overwhelming her senses as she tried to control the writhing of her body.
Calan helped, his strong hands wrapped tightly around her waist, fondling her breasts as he held her hips pressed up against his, unmoving.
"That was unbelievable," she whispered eventually as feeling returned to the rest of her body.
"I'm just getting started," he purred, pulling his hips back slightly from hers. He held himself like that just long enough for her to feel empty and crave his cock. Then he thrust back into her, filling her up once more. This game repeated itself several times until she had cum all over his cock twice more. Her legs were threatening to give out at that point, so he picked her up and held her against the wall. With long, smooth strokes he fucked her hard for as long as she could take it. His strength must be more immense than she had figured, for he held her pinned against the wall without faltering, until he unloaded his seed.
At that point, she had dropped to her knees once more, taking him into her mouth just as he began to erupt, jets of molten-liquid shooting into her. She stroked him until he stopped, doing her best to leave no trace of a mess.
"Now we can shower," he murmured, helping her up until she could stand on her own feet again.
"I thought we were going to shower, you know, before," she asked, somewhat surprised.
"That was just the start, my sweetness." He grinned, nudging her forward with his cock, which she noticed was already hard. As if in response, her canal flooded with warm honey all over again, eager for what he had in store for her.
In the shower, he carefully washed her entire body down, being far more gentle and caressing than she had thought possible for a man of his size. He ran his hands across every inch of her body as she rinsed, turning her on immensely to the point that she couldn't even finish washing him before her hands wrapped themselves around his cock. Using the soap as lubricant she stroked his shaft slowly until he was the one begging for her to stop.
"Okay," she said with a smile, bending over and wiggling herself ever so slightly in front of him.
"With pleasure," he said, stepping forward and pushing his cock between until it slipped back inside of her wet cunt.
"No, not there," she said to both her surprise and his. Pulling forward, she let his cock slide out of her, now coated completely in her honey. Reaching back with one hand, she guided him until he was pressed up tightly against her ass, the tip of it so slick it was already beginning to slip inside of her. Pushing back against him, Harley took him into her ass. She moaned in pleasure as more and more of him slid slowly into her. He was so large, but her body adjusted to him, the moisture from her pussy letting him move easily.
It wasn't long until he grunted behind her, his cock spasming as her tight asshole wrapped around it, milking him completely until he slipped out. Feeling oddly satisfied, she proceeded to wash him off.
"You've got to be kidding me," she exclaimed as he began to harden in her hand once again. "You're bloody insatiable, you know!"
"For you, my dear, always." He wiggled it back and forth, the grin on his face showing he knew just what kind of effect it was having on her.
"You had better have a bed or couch in here," she stated as they dried off, her hand occasionally finding his hard cock, just as his fingers seemed to always be slipping bet
ween her legs and flicking across her clit, leaving it throbbing with need.
"Definitely," he replied, picking her up once more, carrying her to a bedroom, where he proceeded to do everything he could to help her with that particular problem.
They stopped briefly to make some food, though even then Calan couldn't keep his hands off of her. She delighted in the light grabs and smacks on her rear, or the constant attempts to engulf her breasts in his hands. The attention he gave her worked wonders to help ease the doubts about her body that constantly floated in her head. Harley knew she might never feel completely secure, but with Calan around, she knew it would be okay.
Although she would have been okay with it, they weren't going to stay in bed all day. Eventually, the two of them made their way into town. She had a craving for ice cream, which they both eagerly anticipated indulging in when they arrived at his apartment. He was still living there, for the most part, so that's where they planned to stay the night. Although she hadn't anticipated having him eat his share of the ice cream off her body, her shrieks turned into cries of pleasure as he warmed her back up afterward.
She foggily remembered falling asleep in the little bed next to him, but she definitely remembered his warmth pressed against her all night.
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In the morning, she awoke slowly, reaching out to find his warmth to help ward off the cold. Her hand encountered nothing but cold blankets.
