Page 40 of Faking It Right
Harley continued exploring, mapping my body as if he were committing it to memory. He caressed my shoulders, my back, dipping lower to squeeze my ass. I jerked in surprise but didn’t pull away. The combination of the hot water, his skilled touch, and his mouth on my skin had me hardening embarrassingly fast.
Once satisfied with his exploration, Harley dropped to his knees in front of me, water streaming down his face as he looked up with those intense blue eyes.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, bracing myself against the shower wall for support.
His wicked smile was the only warning I received. “Giving you some clarity.”
My heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to break out of prison using only a plastic spoon and sheer determination. “Are you about to give an oral presentation?”
Harley threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. When he recovered, he looked up at me with mischief. “Only if you want. I promise I’ll ace it.”
I knew I should say no. We were crossing a line we couldn’t uncross. But as the water ran down his face, highlighting his perfect features, all I could do was nod.
Harley placed a soft kiss on my hip bone. “Remember this moment,” he said, his breath hot against my skin. “The moment you admitted you wanted me.”
Before I could formulate a response, he took me into his mouth, and all coherent thought fled my brain. His wet heat engulfed me, making my knees buckle. I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself, a strangled moan escaping my throat.
But it wasn’t like any of the blow jobs I’d received before. My past partners had treated oral sex like an unfortunate chore with varying degrees of incompetence. Dani approached my dick with the enthusiasm of someone being forced to eat brussels sprouts at gunpoint. Mariam’s technique could best be described as“angry vacuum cleaner with a vendetta.” Janessa had given up so quickly I wasn’t sure it legally qualified as an attempt.
Even the best of the lot, Reece, had asked, “Are you close?” so many times it felt like I was on a road trip with an impatient child. Because of that, I’d assumed mind-blowing oral was a myth perpetuated by porn and overly forgiving men. Until now.
Harley worked me with practiced skill, his tongue swirling around the head before he took me deeper. One hand gripped the base while the other cupped my balls, adding a whole new dimension to the pleasure. He bobbed his head in a steady rhythm, taking me a little deeper with each pass.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his wet hair. “How are you so good at this?”
He pulled off long enough to smirk up at me. “I majored in oral communications, with a minor in deep-throat studies,” he replied before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.
The sight of him on his knees as he took me into his mouth was almost as arousing as the physical sensation. I couldn’t look away from the spectacle of his lips stretched around me, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked.
When he moaned, the vibration sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine that caused every coherent thought in my head to pack its bags and leave without a forwarding address. My hips jerked involuntarily, pushing deeper into his mouth.
“Sorry,” I gasped, trying to pull back.
But Harley wasn’t having it. He gripped my hips firmly, encouraging me to thrust. The message was clear that he could take it. He wanted me to use him.
The realization sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I tentatively rocked my hips, watching in awe as I slid deeper. I trembled as the slick sounds of his mouth working me mixed with the patter of the shower, creating a symphony of pleasure.
“Good. Sogood,” I moaned, unable to form more complex sentences.
His tongue worked magic, tracing patterns along the underside of my shaft that drew whimpers from me. Every time I thought it couldn’t get better, he’d do something new like suck harder, take me deeper, or use his hand with his mouth, which proved me wrong.
The pressure built at the base of my spine, a familiar tightening that signaled my approaching climax. I tugged at his hair in warning.
“Harley, I’m about to?—”
Instead of pulling away as I expected, Harley doubled down. He gripped my ass with both hands and pulled me forward, taking me all the way to the hilt without so much as a hint of a gag reflex. The feeling of being engulfed in the wet heat of his throat pushed me over the edge.
I came with a prolonged moan, my body jerking as I shot my load. Harley didn’t release me, swallowing around me as I pulsed in his mouth, drawing out my orgasm until I was a trembling, oversensitized mess.
When he pulled back, he licked his lips like he’d finished enjoying a gourmet meal. “Clear enough for you?”
I slid down the shower wall until I was sitting on the floor, eye level with him. My legs had turned to jelly, and my brainwas trying to process the earth-shattering pleasure I’d just experienced.
“That was…” I trailed off, unable to find adequate words to describe it.
“Life-changing?” Harley suggested. “Mind-blowing? The best you’ve ever had?”
I laughed weakly, still catching my breath. “All of the above. No wonder men are obsessed with blow jobs normally. That wasincredible.”
