“Jesus, Harper,” I moaned. “That feels so good.”
“Mmm,” he hummed from deep in his chest. “You taste amazing. So sweet, Ally.”
I sucked in a breath. I wasn’t sure he’d ever used that name with me before. Only the people at the shop ever called me that, never him. It seemed intimate coming from his mouth, and it brought on emotions that were too strong for what was happening now.
They did not belong in this spontaneous hook up.
Luckily, my body hadn’t stalled like my mind did. The use of the nickname sending me into a frenzy, my hips rocking me against his tongue, his encouraging sounds egging me on.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
“Harper,” I whined. “Please?”
“Please what?” He lapped up my wetness in a long line. “Say it, Alta. Ask me.”
“Make me come,” I breathed.
As if rewarding me, he slid a finger inside as he sucked that sensitive bundle of nerves and I think I melted. My hands shot into his soft curls and held on against my own judgment. “Oh my God!”
Another finger found its way inside and I felt my walls tighten around them. He stroked me once and I felt my whole lower body clench. Twice and I felt myself tremble. He pumped three more times while using his tongue harder and faster and I cried out into the night air loud enough that someone must have been able to hear me.
My body was tight, my core unbelievably twisted and all my senses just one step from being sent over the edge.
That edge was another one of those praising rumbles he gave from deep in his throat. It vibrated against my center as he licked at it and fingered me punishingly, and for all I was holding onto his hair I was not able to hold onto my sanity.
I came with an explosion of sensation taking over my entire body. Pleasure rocketed through all of my limbs, making every inch of me up to my fingertips and down to my toes feel like little sparks were burning under my skin.
Loud or at least louder than I’ve ever been, I cried out with my release. And poor Harper had to deal with my vice grip on his head as I rode my orgasm out to absolute completion along his lips. He wasn’t helping by the way he wouldn’t stop licking me. Soothing now, in slow laps. But each stroke caused me to jerk more as he stimulated my now sensitive flesh.
Finally, when I felt there was no viable bone left in my body and I was practically slumped against the hay covered door, Harper gave me one final kiss before pulling away.
He didn’t get far. He continued his kisses along my hip and stomach. I think he would have done this all night if my leg didn’t wobble, threatening to throw me off balance and tumble us both to the floor. I wouldn’t have even cared if I fell at that point. I felt too good. Too loose and free.
Leaning down, Harp removed my leg from over his shoulder and gently guided it to the ground. When he pulled away I swearmy knees buckled, but luckily his hands were swift in grasping me about the hips as he stood up.
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he said, his voice low and soft as it brushed my cheeks.
I did as he said and the next thing I knew I was being swept off the ground. Harper had a tight arm around my back and walked with ease to God knows where. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face there, my lips finding his throat as my instincts told me to give him back everything he’d just given me.
Below us, I think he kicked something, and I pulled back enough to see he’d moved a bale of hay to our original spot in front of the door with his foot. Then he was setting me down to sit on it gingerly.
And he was pulling away.
“No,” I said. Immediately, holding onto him tighter. The move pulled him haphazardly overtop of me, my legs having to spread as my back leaned along the hay bale and his hips fell onto mine. I bit my lip as I moaned, his weight pressing into my overstimulated areas nicely. “Where are you going?”
“I’m giving you space,” he said. “You know, to get situated.”
I blinked though I admit it was slow. If he didn’t get his butt over here I would fall asleep. “How are you supposed to get… situated away from me?”
He blinked this time, his head tilting slightly as he looked at me. Then his eyes widened. “Alta…”
“Harper,” I breathed. “Don’t say what I think you’re going to say.”
“I’m not fucking you in a maze,” he said. “On hay.”
“And why not?” I asked. “You just touched me in one.On hay.”
He shook his head. “That’s because—that’s different. This isn’t part of our deal anyway. The deal is I make you feel good. Not the other way around.”
