Page 36 of Faking It Right
“That’s it,” Harley praised. “Just like that.”
I opened my eyes to find him watching me. There was something incredibly intimate about making eye contact while we did it. I almost looked away but couldn’t. Our connection felt impossible to break.
“I didn’t know it could feel like this,” I confessed.
Harley’s grip tightened, and he twisted his wrist on the upstroke, causing my eyes to roll back so far I could practically see my own questionable life choices, and I regretted none of them.
“There’s a lot for you to learn.” His wicked grin promised untold pleasures. “But we’ve got time.”
His thumb swiped over the heads of our cocks, spreading the precum that had gathered there, and I shuddered at the spike of pleasure. My thighs trembled as I continued to rock into his grip, chasing the building pressure in my balls.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” Harley groaned, his hips lifting to meet mine. “All flushed and desperate.”
“I’m not desperate,” I protested weakly, even as my movements grew more frantic.
Harley laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. “No? Could have fooled me.” He increased his pace, wringing a whimper from me. “It’s okay to want this, you know. To want me.”
Something about his words, combined with the incredible sensation of his hand and cock against mine, pushed me closer to the edge. “Harley,” I warned, my voice tight.
“Do it,” he urged, his eyes never leaving mine. “Shoot your load on me.”
The pressure built to an unbearable peak, and then I came with a loud gasp, my release spilling over his hand and onto his stomach. The sight of my cum on his skin sent another jolt of pleasure through me, making me tremble. Why did I have the strangest urge to rub my dick in it until I came again?
Harley followed moments later, his back arching as he added to the mess. He stroked us through it before releasing his hold on our dicks.
I collapsed forward, catching myself on my hands before I could land on the sticky cum covering his stomach. My arms shook with the effort of holding myself up as aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through me.
We stayed like that for a moment, just breathing together, before Harley reached for the tissues on the nightstand. He cleaned us both up with surprising tenderness, his touch gentle against my oversensitive skin.
Once he’d tossed the tissues in the trash, he tugged me down beside him, pulling me close against his chest. I should have protested that we were definitely crossing into non-platonic territory, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.
“Still think you’re straight?” Harley asked after a moment, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
It was a question I wasn’t sure how to answer. “I don’t know what I am anymore. But I liked that. Alot.”
“That’s a start.” He grinned as if he’d just discovered the secret ingredient in a recipe for disaster.
We lay in comfortable silence for a while, my mind racing as I tried to process what had just happened. I’d always identified as straight and had only ever been with women, but there was no denying how much I’d enjoyed what we’d done. How much I loved being held by him now.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Harley asked, interrupting my spiraling thoughts. “I can practically hear the gears grinding in your head.”
With a sigh, I hid my face against his chest. “Sorry, I’m trying to figure things out.”
“You don’t have to have all the answers right now,” he said, his voice gentle. “Sexuality isn’t always black-and-white. Sometimes it’s a whole rainbow of gray areas.”
“This is all new to me.”
His clean hand came up to cup my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “And that’s fine. We can figure it out together.”
The sincerity in his eyes made my chest tighten with an emotion I wasn’t ready to name. Instead of responding, I leaned up and pressed my lips to his in a brief, chaste kiss.
When I pulled back, Harley was looking at me with surprise. “What was that for?”
I shrugged, suddenly self-conscious. “Felt right.”
His smile was softer, reaching his eyes without the usual glint of cockiness. It made him look younger and more vulnerable. “Yeah, it did.”
I rolled out of Harley’s arms reluctantly, the warmth of his body making it difficult to leave the bed. My legs felt wobbly as I stood, a reminder of everything we’d done together that morning.
