Page 125 of Faking It Right
He grinned down at me, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” His composure slipped as he drove into me with increasing abandon.
Each thrust sent another wave of pure “fuuuuck” echoing from my ass to my brain, building like a stack of perfectly balanced beer crates until I was trembling like a vending machine being shaken for a stuck bag of chips.
“I’m definitely going to feel this tomorrow,” I gasped out between moans, the thought somehow both concerning and thrilling. “I probably won’t be able to sit down for a week, but fuck it.”
Harley laughed, never breaking his rhythm. “Worth it?”
“So worth it,” I assured him, tightening my legs around his waist. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he promised, his movements becoming more focused and intense. “Not when you’re making such gorgeous sounds for me.”
I hadn’t even realized how vocal I’d become, moans and pleas falling from my lips without filter or restraint. It should have embarrassed me, but I was too far gone to care. I surrendered, letting go of my reservations. “Please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what I was asking for. “Harley,please.”
He seemed to understand what I needed before I did. Without breaking his rhythm, Harley reached between us to wrap his hand around my neglected erection.
The dual sensation brought me to teeter on the edge of release.
“Not yet,” Harley commanded, his voice firm despite his ragged breathing. “Stay with me a little longer.”
I whimpered, caught between the desperate need for release and the desire to prolong this incredible experience. “I’m not sure?—”
“You can,” he insisted, adjusting his grip to slow me down while maintaining the relentless pace of his hips. “I’ve got you.”
And he did. With every touch, every thrust, every whispered word of encouragement, Harley held me together, even as he took me apart. The pleasure built to impossible heights, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me.
I’d never felt so seen, so understood, so accepted as I did in that moment, with him looking at me like I was everything he’d ever wanted. Probably because I was.
The intensity built with each thrust, each stroke, each whispered word of praise. I was floating, drowning, flying, caught in a storm of sensation with Harley as my only anchor. “I’m close.”
“Not yet,” he commanded again, his hand tightening around me. “Together. We do this together.”
I nodded frantically, beyond words as I fought to hold back the tide of release.
Harley’s thrusts grew erratic, his breathing harsh as he chased his climax while driving me toward mine. “Now, Ryker.” His hand pumped my cock with more urgency. “Come for me now.”
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, crashing through every defense I’d ever built. Harley’s name caught in my throat as my release painted my stomach in hot streaks that almost reached my chest.
“That’s it,” he praised, his hand pumping me through each pulse. “So fucking perfect.”
My vision blurred at the edges as my entire existence focused on the overwhelming sensations radiating from my core. Every muscle tensed and trembled as the pleasure peaked, stealing my breath and scattering my thoughts. I’d had plenty of orgasms before, but nothing had ever felt so intense. It was mind-altering ecstasy that made everything before seem like pale imitations.
But instead of slowing down, giving me time to recover, Harley picked up his relentless pace. His thrusts continued, each one sending aftershocks of pleasure through my oversensitive body. I clutched at his shoulders, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
“Wait—I can’t—” My words dissolved into incoherent moans as he nailed me with more precision.
His voice stayed gentle but firm. “Trust me.”
Trust. That was what it all came down to, wasn’t it? I trusted Harley with my friendship, my secrets, my vulnerability, and now my body.
The overstimulation left my nerve endings hypersensitive. Yet underneath that discomfort, a fresh wave of pleasure began building, something deeper, more profound than the first. It felt impossible, like trying to climb a mountain when I’d already reached the summit, but Harley’s steady movements guided me higher. “What’s happening?”
Harley’s cocky grin was too sexy. “You’re about to have a third orgasm.”
I would have laughed at the impossibility, but the pressure had changed. It was no longer centered in my groin but radiated outward from deep within. It built slower than before but felt infinitely more powerful, like a storm gathering on the horizon.
“I can’t believe this.” I panted as my body responded to his expert manipulation. “How are you doing this to me?”
“Because you’re letting me.” His expression was so open and vulnerable it made me ache. “Because you trust me enough to let go.”
