Chapter 54: Go Harder
** Eli ** This was not how Eli imagined the night would go. He had been fully prepared to spend the next few hours painfully choked by his jeans, and then the next few after that in a vigorous hand workout in a shower. He even had a clear idea of what kind of images he’d be playing in his head while he was at it ... sinful fantasies that he would never share with anyone else.
But even the most sinful of those fantasies would not measure up to the feeling when Harper wrapped her fingers around him.
There just seemed to be something special about this girl, something he couldn’t name that turned him on more than anyone else ever could. It was probably some kind of magic, because no one — no one at all — could possibly make it feel this good when all they did was to touch him, to hold him in their hand. She wasn’t even moving, but just the warmth and the softness of her flesh against him was enough to make him twitch in a wave of pleasure, and a small sigh broke free from his throat.
That reaction was so uncharacteristic of him that he almost felt alarmed by its unmanliness ... and was only saved from mortification by the fact that it had obviously encouraged Harper.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked. There was still a hint of breathlessness to her voice, the lingering effect of their earlier adventure. Almost cautiously, she began to move, sliding her hand tentatively down his length.
Sweet, fucking, hell.
Her movement was so inexperienced. That much was clear as day. Her pace was torturously slow, and she didn’t know how to focus on the more sensitive places, didn’t know how to add a twist or follow any pattern other than a simple up and down. But hell, there was nothing more arousing than precisely that innocent inexperience, that almost timid way she explored him and that obvious care she took out of pure keenness to please.
He really shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he did. It was not the original intention of their "arrangement", and it was the precise reason why he had made the rule against "actual sex". But he didn’t care, not right now. Turning his brain off, he let himself forget everything about logic and good judgment, letting his body focus solely on the heavenly feeling of her caress.
"You can go harder, you know." He couldn’t resist asking for it. "I don’t mind it rough." And with that, he took her in a rough, bruising kiss.
She gasped in surprise. Expectedly so, since he had never kissed her like this before. Hungry and wanting, he delved deep into her mouth, claiming the sweet territory with no subtlety. His tongue found hers with a hard stroke, and he suckled with all the burn he was feeling inside.
The little vixen must’ve liked it, because her gasp turned into a muffled moan, and her hand ... tightened around him in a hard stroke that matched his.