Unobtainable (10 page)

“Congratulations,” Tag said, with a manly slap to Harley’s shoulder.

“Yeah, congrats,” I added.

“Thanks.”

“I’d say let’s have a celebratory drink but I need to get to going, another time though,” Tag said. “I have a sunrise shoot tomorrow. God knows I need my beauty sleep if I’m going to be surrounded by scantily dressed hot babes.”

“Sounds good, the celebration that is,” Harley agreed, watching closely as Tag took my hand and directed me to the stairs, it was quite obvious Harley wasn’t impressed.

“Walk me out,” Tag laughed, “so we can talk about your new man in private.”

“Tag,” I laughed and corrected him, “he’s not my man.”

I looked over my shoulder to Harley standing with his hands in his pockets, watching us.

“Whatever,” Tag snickered. “It was great meeting you Harley, I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Harley said, watching intently as we climbed the stairs out of sight.

“Okay, so I have to say it,” Tag punched my arm as we walked to his car, “he’s hot.”

I raised my brow and snickered, “Like I never noticed?”

“I can see what you’ve been talking about all these years,” Tag said, as we reached his car. “Just be careful bud, don’t fall for him too hard or you’ll end up burned.”

My eyes dropped to the ground and I pursed my lips.

“Dyson you silly fucker,” Tag scolded me, as he came at me for a hug. “You’ve already fallen for him, haven’t you?”

I nodded, it was no use lying, Tag would see straight through me.

“Tell me you’re not sleeping together,” he went on, like a mother hen.

I was the one that kicked ass, but Tag was the one who always used reason. His pearls of wisdom had saved me from heartbreak on more than one occasion. As disgusting as it was, his fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em attitude had a way of making sense when it came to having your heart ripped out and incinerated by some douchebag out for one thing. However that wasn’t Harley Cooper, no, he wouldn’t hurt me because he wasn’t going to let me get close enough to have that happen.

“We’re not sleeping together,” I told him. “And if I was, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Yes you would,” he snorted and climbed into his car, he closed the door, rolled down the window and started the engine. “Two minutes after you got off, you’d be texting me all about it. Am I lying?”

He wasn’t lying. That was a text I hoped to one day be sending.

“Drive careful,” I said, with a playful grin. “Call me before you leave.”

“I will,” Tag said, giving me the thumbs up before driving off.

~~~

“Tag seems really nice,” Harley said, startling me as I closed and locked the door.

“He is.”

“You’re close.”

“We are,” I looked over at Harley standing with his arms crossed over is chest, sexy as hell. “Like brothers, he’s part of me,” I said, feeling the need to clarify.

“Oh,” he said.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Not a thing,” he assured me. “I’ve never had a friend like him.”

“Are you jealous?” I joked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I think I am.”

I gave him a sideways glance, he was serious.

“I’m your friend,” I reassured him.

“Where are those photos Tag took?” Harley asked, changing the subject. “I’d really like to see them.”

“They’re under my bed I think,” I slipped my hand into his, smiling as I led the way. “Come help me look for them.”

I know Harley was staring at my ass while I rummaged under the bed for the box of photos, I could see his reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. His jaw was slanted and he had a hungry look in his eyes, he was absolutely adorable.

“Here they are.”

I sat on the bed with the box on my knee and patted the mattress at my side. Harley sat closer than I had anticipated and I thrilled as his warm thigh touched mine. I had a collection of at least two hundred 8x10’s and was hoping he’d want to see every one of them. I liked how close we were and with any luck it would take some time to get through them all.

“This one’s strange, what am I missing?” he asked, holding up a photo.

“Tag took that one when it was raining,” I turned it right side up. “He was in the pool…under the water.”

“I see it now,” he laughed and took another photo from the box. “You should frame this one. It would look great hanging in this room against the brick wall.”

It was a rusty old fashioned bike leaning against a dilapidated fence with a bright yellow sunflower growing through the bikes frame.

“You’re right it would,” I agreed, setting it aside from the rest.

“I wonder if Tag would be willing to make me a copy of this one?” Harley asked, not letting me see the photo he was looking at.

“You should be asking me,” I teased. “It’s mine.”

“Well?” Harley grinned.

“Let me see,” I tried to snatch it away. “If you let me see, I may be nice enough to give it to you free of charge.”

“I might be willing to pay big bucks for this masterpiece.”

Harley looked at the photo and smiled before turning it so I could see. It was me.

Years ago Tag and I had taken off on an impromptu road trip, we ended up on the east coast somewhere in Maryland, I couldn’t even remember the name of the place. I had climbed to the top of a rock and sat there staring out at the ocean. Tag must have taken a dozen shots of me before I noticed. I always hated having my picture taken and had no idea that photo still existed.

“You want a picture of me?” I asked, unbelieving.

“Not just any picture, this picture.”

“Why? I look like a lost puppy for Christ’s sake, how pathetic was I?” I scrunched my nose and attempted to steal it away, but Harley was too fast for me.

“Pathetic? No. Vulnerable maybe, there’s innocence in your stare…now who sounds pathetic?”

We laughed at each other. If anyone else had been in the room they would have been puking in the corner, we were that sickening.

Harley was staring, his face was serious as he took the box from my lap and set it on the floor.

“Did you know your eyes have tiny flecks of gold in them when you’re happy?” Harley asked, placing my picture on top of the box while his eyes never left mine. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

I swallowed hard and licked my tongue eagerly across my lips. Harley smiled and pushed me back onto the mattress as his lips softly caressed mine. I had died and gone to heaven. He pressed his hard body against my side while his kisses deepened and he palmed my cheek.  I pulled his shirt from the waist of his jeans and glided my palm slowly along each vertebra of his spine and back down. His skin was warm and silky smooth and I was ready to eat Harley Cooper alive.

Harley touched his lips to my ear and whispered, “How would you feel about me fucking your brains out?”

His mouth was over mine before I had time to protest, like I had any intention of objecting to his advances, if anything I only wanted more. Harley’s fingers opened each button on my shirt and once he spread it open, his hand roved over my chest, grazing my nipple with his thumb nail.

“It took you long enough to notice I was here,” I said, messing around, squeezing his one ass cheek with my free hand, the other he had pinned beneath him, but again, I wasn’t about to complain.

“Are you serious? Do you have any idea how much control it’s taken not to toss you down and throw one into you? Shit, everything you do makes me horny as fuck.”

Harley’s confession surprised me to the point I was rendered speechless for a short time.

“Don’t think for a minute that I haven’t been suffering too, my dick’s raw from jacking off, because of you.”

Harley smile, he enjoyed my confession, it was in his eyes as he kissed me again.

His large hand grasped my package through my jeans and I let out a strained sigh lifting my hips and pushing into his palm. The deep raspy groan from Harley was the sexiest thing I had ever heard, as he grinded his cock against my thigh.

“Tell me you’ve got stuff?” he asked.

“Top drawer, I don’t think it’s ever been opened.”

“Just bought it in anticipation?”

“Check for an expiry date,” I tittered.

“It’s that old, huh?” Harley laughed, rifling through the drawer. “When’s the last time you had a guest over?”

“That question’s a bit personal,” I growled, as Harley struggled to get the top off of the bottle while I tugged at his sweats, as he climbed onto his knees.

“I’d just like to know if it’s going to be like fucking a virgin again,” Harley joked, as he started to strip down. “Cause it’s making me harder just thinking about how tight your ass is going to be.”

I watched as Harley stood over me, sliding his sweats down his legs to his ankles, revealing thick muscular thighs with a light dusting of blond hair. His impressive package pushed against the flimsy fabric of his briefs, I couldn’t help but admire the size of him.

“Could we get past the fact that it’s been so long since I’ve been with someone that I may have healed over and do this?” I griped, because I was hard as a granite rock and the pain was divine.

“Mmm…you’re just gushing with romance,” Harley laughed, as he tugged my jeans down over my hips. “My hearts all a flutter.”

“Not concerned with your fluttering heart, it’s what’s in your pants that I’m concerned with at the moment. I want you inside me.”

With that, Harley dropped his briefs and his cock sprang up slapping against his belly, he was thick and heavily veined, the head ripe and purple, I smiled biting into my bottom lip.

“Sweet Jesus, I hope a regular condom fits Hercules, because that’s all I got.”

“Hercules?” Harley full belly laughed. “Well it may be a tight fit, but I don’t much give a shit. I just want inside that fine ass of yours…but first I should get acquainted with what’s in your pants.”

Rubbing his palm against my growing length, I let out a sigh as he yanked my briefs to my knees. Harley’s tongue moistened his lips, his teeth bit into his lip and his eyes greedily lit up with an avaricious stare.

“I love an uncut man grrr…” he growled, pulling my shirt over my head, then removing his own.

“Can we stop talking now?” I asked, fisting my cock and stroking myself.

“Let’s get you naked,” Harley said, helping me out of my underwear, throwing them to the floor with our shirts. He lowered onto the bed at my side, his beautiful eyes scanning over my body. “Beautiful. I’d like to lick you like a lollipop from head to toe, but I can’t wait that long to bury my cock inside you.”

“Mmm…” I moaned, as Harley slipped a lube coated finger between the cheeks of my ass and finger fucked me.

I loved a man who could kiss and Harley was an excellent kisser, kissing me passionately as his fingers changed from two and then to three stretching and preparing me. The sensation had me writhing beneath him as I gasped for air with each moan that escaped me and my eyes rolled into the back of my head from the pleasure he was supplying.

Reaching out, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and blinked wildly when I realized my fingers didn’t meet. A spark shot along my spine and I felt my balls contract at the idea of Harley burying himself to the balls.

“Go slow, okay?” I asked.

“I’ll do my best…at first.”

I wasn’t exactly feeling too confident with his feeble covenant to go slow, but at this point I didn’t much care. I needed this, it had been far too long. I needed Harley.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded. “I want to hear you scream my name while I fuck you hard...you game?”

“Bring it on,” I barked, as Harley sat back on his knees and I got on all fours.

He slapped his palm on my ass, exciting my senses, pressing the head of his cock against my hole. I took a deep breath and relaxed my muscled opening as he pressed harder and slid past my tight ring. A delicious sting I’d been missing for so long caused me to moan out, as my hand reached back clasping the back of Harley’s thigh.

“Ohhh…fuck me you’re big,” I cried out as he thrust deep inside me and slowly withdrew, then shoved into me again and again building a wonderful relaxed rhythm. His hands yanked my hips back, his fingertips pressed painfully into my flesh each time he drove home. The earlier painful sting had been replaced by pleasure like I’d never known before.

Harley swiveled his hips as he plunged into me, the base of his groans rumbling from his chest as he wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled my back to his chest. I turned my face to his and met his intense stare.

“Harley, I’m almost there…fuck it feels so good,” I groaned, as my body started to tremble.

“You’re trembling…don’t cum yet,” he warned. “I want you trembling like that when I make you cum and see your skin soaked in sweat while you quake under me. I want you on your back.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice, I was more than happy to watch Harley cum too. I wanted to see that gorgeous face succumb with the pleasure only I could supply. I lay on my back and sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as he reentered me and started to pump his hips. He let his weight rest on my chest as he wove his fingers with mine, holding my hands on either side of my head never missing a beat. He groaned and growled and kissed me over and over like a dying man enjoying his last meal.