Page 124 of Faking It Right
The compliment made me flush, so I deflected with more humor. “It’s like we’re doing one of those trust exercises where you fall backward and hope someone catches you, except it’s my ass doing the trusting and your dick doing the catching.”
“That’s one way to look at it.” I could see the effort it took for him to remain still, the tension in his muscles as he held back for my sake. “We move when you’re ready, not before.”
“I’m still getting used to having what appears to be a firefighter’s hose taking up residence where the sun doesn’t shine.” I made myself laugh. “I’m ready.”
“You and your size comparisons,” Harley chuckled before turning serious. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, bracing myself for whatever came next. “Yeah. I mean, we can’t stay like this forever. I have classes tomorrow, and it would be awkward trying to explain to my professors why I’m permanently attached to my roommate.”
The slow drag as Harley withdrew made every nerve ending light up like a Christmas tree. I gripped his biceps to ground me. “That’s—that’s?—”
“Good?” Harley asked, pausing his movement with concern etched on his features.
“Different. Not bad different. Just holy shit different.”
He continued his careful withdrawal, stopping when only the tip remained inside me. “Still with me?”
The relief of less pressure left a strange sense of emptiness. “Yeah. It’s like my body can’t decide if it’s happy you’re leaving or sad about it.”
“Well, I’m not going far.” He eased in achingly slow but with more confidence than before.
The burn was still there, but my mind was too busy processing overwhelming sensations to care anymore. Then he hit something that ripped a needy moan from me.
“There it is,” Harley declared with satisfaction. “That’s what makes it all worthwhile.”
My back arched from the shot of ecstasy that ricocheted through me. The discomfort was a constant reminder of his enormous size, but it was becoming secondary to my horniness taking hold. “Fuck, this is incredible.”
A switch seemed to flip inside Harley. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
“Show me,” I whispered, surprising myself with the request. “Show me how much you want me.”
The sound of my name on his lips, rough with desire, sent a thrill through me. I was making him feel good. The realization was heady, giving me a newfound confidence.
“More,” I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness. “I can take it.”
A growl rumbled in his chest as he picked up the pace. Each thrust was still careful, but with more force behind it, sending chaotic bliss radiating through me that my atoms briefly considered reorganizing themselves into a new periodic element called “Holyshitium.”
“This is fucking incredible.” My hands threaded through his hair to hold him close for a kiss. When he pulled away, I chased his lips, unwilling to break the connection.
“Greedy,” he teased, nipping at me.
“For you? Always,” The words slipped out before I could censor them. “Harder! Please, Harley.”
His eyes widened at my unexpected demand. “Listen to you, turning into a bossy bottom. I love it.”
“I love you,” I replied without thinking, then immediately panicked. “I mean, I love this. With you. Both. Whatever. Shit.”
He beamed at me with so much affection it took my breath away. “I love you, too, snookums.” His reaction was an immense relief I didn’t have the brain cells left to process.
The slight change in angle hit a spot inside me that apparently had been lying dormant my entire life, just waiting for Harley’s dick to wake it up. My back arched while my brain dissolved into a puddle of fuck-yes-right-there-don’t-stop goo. “Pleasedo that again.”
“This?” Harley repeated the motion with deliberate precision.
Another flash of ecstasy obliterated any semblance of coherent thought. My vocabulary reduced itself to a single word. “Yes!”
“That’s your prostate. The male G-spot, if you will.”
“I don’t care what it’s called,” I panted, digging my nails into his arms. “Don’t stop hitting it.”
