Unobtainable (12 page)

“Three or four,” I said.

“Which one, three or four?” he sniggered, as his lips touched the sensitive tissue behind my ear.

“Four,” I said on a breath, as it escaped my lungs.

“You’re twenty eight, so in all these years, only four?” he whispered, his hot breath steaming against my skin. “Poor baby, in that case I will have to show you what you’ve been missing.”

“How many partners have
you
had, Harley?” I asked, as he reached around and unfasted my pants, slid my belt free and I watched it land in the dish water.

“Many,” he whispered into my ear, trailing his tongue in a path to the nape of my neck.

He took hold of my arm and twisted it behind me, pushing my hand against the bulge in his pants. Harley was growing against the heel of my hand. I pulled my hand away.

“That’s all I get?” I asked. “Many?”

“That’s all you need to know,” his hand clasped the back of my neck, then his fingers laced into my hair and he gently tugged, pulling my head back. “Your inexperience is a turn on for me, it almost feels virginal. I’m going to do things to you you’ve never dreamt of.”

I gasped, so turned on by the things he was saying and the sultry tone in his voice that I had to grasp my cock to calm my painful erection.

“You like that idea don’t you?” he whispered against my ear, licking along its crest. “Do I make you horny?”

“Mmm…” I moaned.

Harley tugged my hair not so gently this time, yanking my head back, “Tell me!”

“Fucking right you make me horny!”

“Good!”

Harley released his hold and moved away. Suddenly my skin felt cool where his flesh had been glued to mine with his sweet perspiration.

“Harley?”

I hadn’t agreed to this sex thing, my answer wasn’t yes. But again, I hadn’t exactly said no either. Maybe I was playing him…just as much as he was playing me.

“Dyson?” he mimicked my reaction and laughed.

“You are the worst kind of tease, you bastard,” I scowled.

“Ten…nine…eight,” he said deliberately, as I walked to the staircase and he followed. “Seven…six…”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled because my infuriation level was skyrocketing.

“Five…” Harley’s body jarred forward, causing me to jump.

“Have you lost your fucking mind, what was that?”

“Run,” he smirked. “Four…three,”

Just how stupid was I? I stood staring at his face as he narrowed his eyes and his lips curled into an evil smile. He ran his thumbs around the waist of his sweats. Then like a slap to the face, it donned on me he was playing with me and I shot up the stairs three at a time.

“Two!” he yelled behind me as the staircase vibrated under my feet, warning me that he was hot on my trail. “One!”

“Holy fuck!” I screamed, tearing into the guest room and whipping the door closed, locking it.

“Times up baby, you can lock the door but you have to come out sooner or later and I’ll be waiting right here.”

He called me
baby
. I laughed and turned my back against the door, trying to catch my breath, that’s when I saw my bed.

“Shit Harley…what kind of kinky shit are you into?”

“Let me in baby and I’ll show you.”

Everything, from the comforter, shams and top sheet to pillows had been stripped from the bed and now lay on the floor. All that remained was the cream colored fitted sheet, but it was what Harley had placed on top of the sheet that really caught my eye. A few lengths of black satin ribbon, a black blindfold and red rose petals scattered over the beds surface. There was a long strip of condoms, a large bottle of lube on the bedside table and a few items I couldn’t make out from where I was standing.

Not only was I intrigued by what I was seeing, I was still horny as hell and my balls were doing a high spirited tango in my pants. I raised a brow and looked into the mirror at my side, the corners of my mouth curled like the Grinch when he got a naughty idea and I bit into my cheek.

“I won’t wait much longer,” Harley growled, as he wiggled the door handle. “I’m not beyond breaking the fucking door down. I can afford to replace it.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” I had to ask it, even if it made me sound like an absolute wimp.

The question had been there on the tip of my tongue and I had to know his intentions before I even considered opening the door. The way he took me the other night, skipping the majority of the foreplay and going for it with brutal roughness, left me wondering if he was always that way. The sex was great, he kept me hard and made me cum even harder, but I would have liked a bit more build up before the big finish.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “But it’s going to be the best kind of hurt you’ve ever experienced…I guarantee you’ll love every minute of it.

I quickly stripped to nothing as Harley pounded his closed fist on the door, he was losing his patience, so I unlocked the door and stood back with my hands on my hips. He came bursting through the door, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me.

“I didn’t expect this,” his eyes mapped me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and when his eyes locked on my dick, he tantalizingly licked his lips, leaving a glistening layer of saliva in its wake. “Look at you with that perfect eight pack and those killer oblique’s, I can barely wait another second to get my hand on that beautiful ass…and that glorious un-cut cock…but I’m going to take you nice and slow tonight, think you can live with that?”

“Uh huh.”

Slow was just the thing I had on my mind.

“Then come help me get out of these things,” he motioned to his lower half.

I was on it and ready to take charge. My hands dipped into the waist of his pants, lowering them down his hips as he growled all animalistic like, forcing me to grin. I got down on my knees and looked up into his eyes as I yanked them over his feet, tossing them aside. He looked so adorable with his tongue peeking out from between his lips and his eyes hooded. Taking hold of his cock I stroked it, feeling it grow in my palm, thumbing the pre-cum gently at the tip. The bulbous head of his penis was purple and shiny and pleading to be sucked. I kissed it with my lips and Harley jerked back with a groan, leaving a string of pre-cum hanging off of my chin. That was all the encouragement I needed.

Harley was a big boy, but that didn’t scare me since I lacked a gag reflex and could practically breathe through my ears. I was going to show Harley Cooper what the B in blowjob stood for. My tongue circled around his head and flicked his frenulum several times, a sensation I loved and knew he’d appreciate.

He restrained himself, as his hips tipped forward, holding his fists at his sides. I covered my mouth over his shaft and took him to the back of my throat, listening to his unrepressed groan. I repeated the motion over and over, gently rolling his balls in my hand like a set of dice, looking up at him the entire time. He looked completely fulfilled as he grasped hold of my hair and threw his head back.

“Oh shit, that feels so fucking good,” he purred, caressing my hair. “No one…”

I grazed my teeth along the thick vein of his shaft and watched his eyes widen in terror. “And no one ever will,” I assured him as I proceeded to swallowed him whole again.

The strong hint of his essence and the twitch of his balls as they drew up into his ball sac warned me he was close. I sucked hard as he pulled from my mouth with a loud pop and I laughed.

“Oh fuck, that mouth,” he panted, lifting me under my arms to my feet. “I’ve never had anyone suck my cock like that.”

“Like I said,” I tittered, covering his mouth with mine, plunging my tongue into his mouth and withdrawing. “You never will. No one can suck a cock like I can.”

“We’ll see about that,” Harley said, lifting me off my feet and carrying my over to the bed.

He threw me down and wet his lips as he clasped my cock and stroked. I watched as he popped the top of the bottle of lube and coated his fingers. Spreading my legs, he maneuvered my ass to the beds edge and got down on his knees. He had a steady rhythm going with two fingers in my hole pumping, while his other hand stroked my cock.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get much better, Harley’s hot wet tongue slipped between my foreskin and the ridge of my swollen head. He swirled his tongue all the way around the ridge while I cried out his name, grasping fists full of his hair.

“Oh yeah, Harley, fucking do that again.” I called out, holding his head in place, the sound of my pleasure bouncing off all four of the walls as his tongue circled my cock.

His mouth closed around my cock and I cried out. I could feel his strong rough tongue on the underside of my cock tracing along the thick vein, wrapping around me as suction built, hot and wet with just the right amount of pressure. His fingers pumping up my ass and his mouth sucking my cock was rapture. My balls tightened, my ass cheeks clamped onto his fingers and heat raced along my spine, I was so close I could taste it.

As my eyes started to roll into the back of my head and I was about to warn Harley, it all stopped. Harley’s warm wet mouth was gone, leaving a chill on my skin and the sweet sting of his fingers had all but vanished.

He held up the black satin ribbon and caressed his tongue along his upper lip. I shook my head and shuffled my body up to the head board, just as Harley grasped my ankle and heaved me back.

“What the fuck?”

“I’m not going to hurt you. I merely want you to be well aware of who is in charge. By tying you there will be no doubt,” Harley smiled, combing his fingers through my hair and kissing my forehead. “I can make you feel so good. If you don’t like something tell me, I’ll stop.”

He made a loop in the ribbon and slipped it over my wrist, then did the same to the other. The fabric was cool against my skin. Securing both my wrists and holding them over my head, he held my chin in his other hand and whispered into my ear, “There’s just one thing you have no say over…”

I was almost too scared to ask, I waited breathlessly.

“You don’t get to cum until I tell you.”

“What?” I gasped.

~Harley~

Tonight I would take my time with Dyson.

I was going to introduce him to my strange lifestyle tonight, not that it was a lifestyle to speak of, and I would say it was more of a strange obsession, a fixation,
my
sexual thing. My goal tonight was to give him pleasure, by making him aware that I was taking the lead and he would be my obedient lover. I didn’t want to hurt him, Dyson would never know humiliation or shame, only exhilaration, and he certainly wasn’t going to know genuine pain. There was no way Dyson would ever go to sleep at night and dream of anything other than the pleasure we shared. He would never know a nightmare as long as I was with him.

“Let me tell you a secret,” I whispered. “It’s the submissive who is really in charge. I control the pleasure but you have the power to stop it at any point.”

“Are you some kind of dom?”

I let him stew in his awkward thoughts for a good thirty seconds, expressionless.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you,” I laughed to put him at ease, then gazed seriously into his eyes. “I like being in charge, I get off watching you get off. I won’t spank you for not doing as you’re told and I’m not into whips and chains or anything masochistic. The odd playful sting from my hand and restraints can be fun, if used properly. So I’ll admit I like a little bit of kink.”

Dyson lay quietly considering my words, as my eyes cruised over his gorgeous body, he was a beautiful specimen of a man. He had nicely tanned skin with a nest of curls on his chest and a soft downy trail leading to his large thick cock. I was elated that he was uncut, there was something uber sexy about the extra treat that came with his package. I licked his nipple with the flat of my tongue and listened to his breathing hitch as I ran my hand down over his belly and fisted his cock. I had never been with anyone so physically stunning.

“I’ll let you choose,” I grinned into his face, “Only because it’s your first time.”

“Choose what?”

“Do I blindfold you?” I raised a finger as he opened his mouth to answer. “Remember this though, when one sense is eliminated it heightens all the rest.”

“I’ll forgo the pleasure this once,” he chuckled.

I had to laugh at his unmistakable nervousness which he was trying to hide behind drollness.

“Next time then,” I said, lowering my lips to his other nipple and sucking the tiny bud into my mouth, I circled it with my tongue and watched Dyson’s mouth form an O as my grasp tightened on his dick. He liked it.

“Tell me,” I asked, drawing my tongue lazily over all eight of his impressive abs. “Are you opposed to things a bit rough? Have you ever been a man’s play-thing before?”

“Not until now,” Dyson laughed, sparking my sexual rage.

Swiftly I tossed his legs in the air and folded his body to my liking, I held his solid ass cheeks apart, as my tongue lapped and licked Dyson into an untamed frenzy.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” Dyson ranted repeatedly, his head thrashing from side to side.