Page 36 of Veil of Lies

“You do?” I whispered. His confession floored me. I felt like there was something between us that I couldn’t quite see, but it was there all the same, hovering at the periphery of my consciousness.

“Yeah, I do. You’re under my skin. I want you. Please don’t tell me to go. I’m not sure I could stand it. My dick is literally painful right now.”

I looked and sure enough, his dick was red and angry, oozing pre-cum. As I watched, another pearl of sticky liquid appeared and I reached down to rub it with my thumb. He groaned. “Fuck, if you’re not careful, I’m going to seriously embarrass myself by nutting in less than a minute.”

“Then you better fuck me before you make a mess of my sheets.” The words that came out of my mouth made me sound way more confident than I felt. Beneath the sass, I was a complete mess of whirling emotions, but I was determined to see this through, no matter what.

Harley grinned and I swooned a little. He was a sight to behold when he smiled. He lit up the room with the force of a thousand suns. It was no wonder girls threw themselves at him. And now one of those girls was me.

I should have told him to go. Any sensible person would have. The problem was, I had a reckless side and tonight, she was coming out to play.

My entire life, I had played it safe. Overthinking was my default setting. I always considered the merits of every decision I made and never acted on impulse.

Until Brody came along, I’d been a card-carrying virgin. There had been other guys who’d shown an interest, but mostly the relationships fizzled out pretty quickly when it became obvious I was not an easy lay.

Brody was the only one who had made an effort to push for more. At the time, I thought he cared about me, but when everything blew up in our faces, I realized it was all a lie. He never really cared for me at all.

Could I trust Harley?

I wasn’t sure.

Right now, I wasn’t looking beyond the instant gratification he could give me. For the first time in my life, I was living in the moment. The consequences of this night were a problem for tomorrow’s Stella.

Chapter 29

Stella

I watched through thick lashes as Harley rolled the condom down his dick. My pussy was soaked from my orgasm, but even so, I was nervous about what came next. He must have seen something in my expression for he cupped my face in his hands and said,

“I got you.”

“It’s been a while,” I admitted, feeling like a complete idiot. What must he be thinking right now? He was used to girls with bags of self-confidence, like Cassie.

“I could say the same, but we both know it would be a lie,” he replied, and I snorted.

“You’re such a dick, you know that, right?”

He leaned over me, tracing a line down from my jaw to my breasts. “Nah, I’m really not. It’s just my asshole persona. Underneath it all, I’m a good guy.”

I sensed the truth in his words. Something told me the real Harley was here with me in this moment, not the fuckboy most people saw. I liked this Harley. Maybe a little too much.

Getting close to people was dangerous, but right now, I didn’t care. I wanted a connection, something to ease the aching loneliness. I felt like he did too.

“I see you,” I whispered.

“I see you, too,” he replied.

He parted my thighs with his knee. The tip of him nudged at my entrance and I shivered with anticipation. I was ready for this. I needed him. He groaned as he slid inside, taking it slowly to allow my body to accommodate his girth. The burn as I stretched around him soon eased, sparking into pleasure.

I pushed up against him, wanting more, and he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. This changed the angle, pushing him even deeper inside me. I lifted my cami top and tossed it away. His eyes darkened as he gazed at the heavy swell of my breasts.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Stella.” He held the weight of them in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. This elicited a sharp moan from me and I circled my hips, enjoying the drag of him deep inside.

I was close to coming again and I felt he was too. His dick swelled a little more and he gripped my hips, holding me still, his expression tight with the strain of fighting against what his body wanted so desperately.

I moved up slightly, then plunged back down, hard. Leaning forward slightly gave me the friction against my clit I needed. It also pushed my tits closer to his mouth, which he took full advantage of. He circled one with his hot mouth, sucking my nipple as he thrust gently into me, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

“Fuck me harder,” I pleaded. He released my breast with a wet sucking sound.

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