Page 35 of Veil of Lies

Once I was within touching distance, he leaned into me, one hand brushing over my bare thigh. I shivered again. The tension between us was stifling, so thick I could almost taste it.

“What I want, Stella,” he purred, like the predator he was, “is you.”

The hand on my thigh slid up, breezily cupping my ass through my thin cotton shorts, then curled around my hip. In a flash, he yanked me forward and I fell on top of him as he dropped back on the bed. I ended up astride him, horribly aware of the throbbing heat between us.

His other hand moved up my ribs, slipping under my cami top. I was practically panting, my heart rate so high it felt like my chest was about to burst into flames. The room was cool but I was burning up. The rational side of my brain screamed at me to pull back and run away, but my stupid hormones had other ideas.

“You left me at the party,” Harley said in a soft voice. “I asked you to wait for me, but you left.”

“I thought it was better that way.” It was a struggle to get the words out. Most of my brain power was focused on the sinful things he was doing with his hands. “I figured you had enough on your plate with psycho bitch Cassie.”

“I wanted you to stay so we could finish what we started, but you ran away.” He lifted my cami top and reached up to take my breast in his mouth. I tried really hard not to make a noise, but it was hopeless. A desperate whimper slipped out and he smirked as he sucked and licked my nipple.

Heat surged through me. He switched to my other breast. I could feel him throbbing between my thighs and I rocked gently, seeking the friction I needed to ease the tension ratcheting up inside my body.

One night would be OK. It had been so long. I needed this. One final amazing fuck before a life of celibacy. The fuck I never knew I needed. Maybe sex was all it was cracked up to be. Up until this point, I hadn’t been convinced. Sex with Brody had been OK, but definitely not amazing. I had a feeling Harley was about to blow my mind in all the right ways.

He pushed his free hand into my shorts, and I gasped. I was so wet it was embarrassing, but all I could do was moan when he found my clit and circled it gently with his fingers.

“Harder,” I murmured, writhing against his hand. “I’m so close.”

“I know you are, I can feel you clenching around my fingers,” he hissed when he pushed two fingers inside me. “Fuck, I need to taste you!”

With one swift movement, he swung me around, so I was lying on the bed. He pulled my shorts off and threw them aside, spreading my thighs. I was grateful the lights were off, but judging from the heavy-lidded expression on his face, he liked what he saw.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he dropped down between my thighs. “Remember I promised to show you what you’ve been missing?”

I nodded, trying to quell the anxiety I felt at being this exposed, and he smiled.

My thighs trembled with nerves. Brody had rarely gone down on me, and when he had relented a couple of times, he’d made me feel like it was something a little distasteful, even though I’d always showered before we got intimate. Not surprisingly, it hadn’t done much for my self-esteem.

Harley was different. The way he looked at me, like I was a gift he couldn’t wait to unwrap, eased the anxiety. He dipped down and licked me from top to bottom, lapping up my juice like it was the most delicious top-shelf liquor. His tongue pushed inside me and he hummed with satisfaction when I bucked against his face. I tried to pull away, feeling even more embarrassed when fluid gushed out of me, but he held me firm.

God, he really liked this. I relaxed, the nervous tension easing away as he went to town on my pussy. It was incredible. I was almost there, right on the edge. The pleasure built inside me, spiraling deep in my core, then he sucked my clit hard and I exploded. For a moment, my entire brain shut down as pleasure rocketed through me. I tried not to make too much noise, but it was impossible to keep it all in. Incoherent sounds of pleasure fell from my mouth as my orgasm crested and faded. When I eventually came down to earth, Harley was staring at me with amusement.

“Was that good?” he asked, knowing full well it was fucking amazing. He was an arrogant bastard.

“Not bad,” I grudgingly admitted, and he smirked. We both knew I was lying.

His face gleamed with my release. It seemed a bit dirty somehow, not that he cared. He pulled his shirt off and wiped his face while I tried not to look at the obscene bulge between his legs. Being that hard had to be really uncomfortable.

Was he planning to stay? I felt too awkward to ask, so I said nothing. I wasn’t exactly experienced in this area. Other kids my age were all about the casual hook-up, but not me. Brody was my one and only. Until now. What was the etiquette? Was I supposed to suggest he stay? Offer him a shower?

Before I could overthink things any further, he stripped off his jeans and I gulped. My imagination had not done Harley Jackson justice. He was ripped. Not as big as Brax, but still muscular with a defined chest and abs, broad shoulders, and a delicious V of muscle that pointed to a thick, long, and very hard dick.

I gulped. Shit, would that even fit inside me? I tried to sit up and close my legs, but he was on me. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” His hard body settled over me. The heat of his skin warmed me and I could feel his heavy cock between my thighs, nudging at my entrance. My body wanted him, even if the rest of me was unsure.

“I thought you didn’t have a condom?” My voice caught a little. I wanted this but I was also a bit afraid. I had a feeling that one taste of Harley Jackson’s cock would not be enough. No, not at all.

He flashed me the small foil packet he held in his left hand. “I went back to my room before I came here.” Then his expression turned serious. “You can say no,” he said. “It’s fine. We can just cuddle if you want.”

“Cuddle?” The tension in my limbs eased. The notion of Harley, this big, confident, muscular guy as a ‘cuddler’ made me smile.

“What?” he asked with a smirk as he rested on one elbow. “You think I’m not a cuddler?”

I laughed. “You don’t seem like a cuddler. More like a hit and run.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s fair. I don’t often stick around, but with you…” He reached out and stroked my bottom lip, his pretty hazel eyes searching my face for something. I wasn’t sure what. “With you, I want to stick around.”

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