“No, I just want to feel the breeze and ride. Clear my head,” I tell him anxiously. It was true, and him being near puts me at ease. I also may be looking forward to hanging onto his toned torso while we ride.
Harley hops on the bike, committing to the same routine as he had earlier in assisting me to join him. Once I’m on, my arms are firmly wrapped around him. I rest my head on his back and close my eyes. He takes off out of the parking lot, and I let out a little yelp before a laugh escapes me.
I don’t know where we’re going, and really, I don’t care. I just let the cool air seep through my clothes, and my skin prickles. It’s chilly, and I feel my nipples harden. Between the cool air, Harley’s toned back snug against my front, and the vibrations from the bike, I can feel myself getting worked up.I’m going to have to put that bullet to use when he heads out today.I laugh lightly and he glances back, just slightly, putting his hand on my thigh in a comfortable hold while we ride.
We hit the Kancamagus Highway, and I can see all the fall colors breezing by. I let up on my grasp on Harley a little bit, and take a deep breath. I feel him laugh in front of me, the deep roll rumbling in his chest. We drive until we hit the Overlook. There’s a few off the highway, but this one overlooks the river.
Harley pulls off and parks the bike, puts the kickstand out, and he slides off, helping me down too. “This work for you?” he says, unbuckling the clip and lifting the helmet off.
I smile up at him. “Yeah this is perfect.” I walk around the bike and look out at all the colors in front of me. I love fall. It’s my favorite season. I don’t mind the cold, and watching mother nature shift is a breathtaking sight in New Hampshire.
I feel Harley come and stand beside me. We stand in silence, my hands in my pockets, just watching. Harley leans down and kisses the top of my head, moving a little closer and wrapping an arm around me.
“I feel like we should talk about this,” I start. “If we start something and it sets Dean off, it could go south for us.” I let my body relax a little bit, despite being nervous to actually have this conversation.
“He doesn’t scare me, Ember,” Harley says. “But I know he does scare you to a degree.” He’s right. I wasn’t scared physically until I read through the report Harley had brought over. My stomach dips, thinking about the charge from when we were together.
“I didn’t know about the rape charge,” I tell him. “He and I were still…actively having sex. If you could call it that,” I say, a little embarrassed, but also just feelingicky. Thinking back to all the times he had snuck into my room after my parents went to bed. Being pregnant, while working part time and still attending school, sleep was all I wanted. But almost every night, I’d wake up with him there. Peeling down my panties, biting my thighs roughly, and pushing my legs open. It wasn’t until I was twenty-five years old that I learned that your significant other could rape you. I always just assumed it was a responsibility.
“I didn’t always want it, so I guess I'm not surprised,” I say, letting out a shaky breath. “Luckily they did testing, and nothing was ever passed to me in terms of any diseases.” I thank god for that. “If I would refuse, he’d tell me that I was a whore and no one would ever want me after I had the baby.” A tear slides down my cheek. I was only sixteen at the time, so I believed all the horrific things he would say to hurt me.
Now that I am older, I’ve realized it was just a mental game for him—to try and keep me under his thumb, and his dick wet. I wish I would have been stronger then, but I guess it comes with age.
Harley pulls me into him, my face landing on his chest as I lose all control of my tears, and I let out some of the anger and disgust and hurt from over the years. Harley holds me tight, rubbing slow circles on my back.
He lets me cry for a few minutes before he brings his hands to my face. “I am so sorry, Ember. I should have just dealt with the punches and kept you.” I look at him, confusion written across my face, eyes still blurry with tears.
“What punches?” I ask.
“Reed said it was ‘whatever’ that I’d asked you out, but he started being really weird with me after we officially started dating, and then he got aggressive,” he says, looking up from my eyes and letting out a breath. “I don’t know if he didn’t like that it was me, or if it was just the older brother thing.”
He’d broken up with me because Reed was getting physical with him. It makes sense. Honestly, I don’t know why I’d never questioned Reed about it before. We weren’t close at all, and I had really only started sitting at his lunch table to piss him off, and then Harley and I got closer, so I kept sitting there every day.
I stand up on my tiptoes and wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him down to me, and I kiss him. My face heats quickly, followed by a fire in my body. My pussy throbs as the kiss deepens. Harley lifts me, my ankles going around his waist and locking behind him. He walks over to the bike and sets me on the seat. My legs drop and he steps between them. One of his hands drops to my throat, and his thumb moves under my jaw, tilting it up to keep my lips on him. His other hand unzips my jacket and slips behind it, going under my shirt,and my skin is on fire where his hand reaches the small of my back. He’s pulling me in, and I can feel him between my legs, growing harder behind his jeans.
I scoot closer to the edge, knowing my leggings aren’t thick enough to stop the friction I am desperately seeking. Harley bites my bottom lip, his hand moving from my jaw to the front of my neck, squeezing, and I let out a moan. Harley’s eyes pop open—full of pure lust. His hand on my neck moves down, slipping into my leggings, and I arch my back, pushing my chest into him.
“Fuck, pretty girl, you’re so wet for me.” He dives back in to kiss me. It’s rougher this time, but I meet him with the same roughness. His fingers find my clit outside of my panties, and he swirls it a few times before pinching it. I yelp with surprise, but also because I find myself liking that feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. He swirls my throbbing clit again, and I murmur into his mouth.
“Touch me Harley, I want to feel you.” I’m almost begging, and he lets out a whimper before I groan. Remembering the way he used to palm my breasts under my bra. When we were younger, if I got to go to football games, we would sneak off and make out. We never went further than that, so these are new grounds for us. We are on new ground, period, because I barely needed a bra then. Now, I know my breasts will fill his hands, and I want his hands on menow. “Touch me,” I say, scooting back and reclining my back onto the front handles of the bike. Harley rounds his leg over the bike, getting on like he’s going to ride it.
My core throbs as he leans forward and pushes my hoodie up. He shoves my bra up and palms my breasts roughly. I can feel the rough calluses on my skin, and I moan. He leans in and I hold my breath, his tongue flicking over my nipple, causing it to harden quickly. Harley looks up at me with his mouth opening, taking my breast in betweenhis teeth, alternating between biting and sucking, making me throw my head back and bite my bottom lip. I realize I’m grinding my pussy against him, and he laughs around my breast, knowing I must be chasing that friction again.
“Do you want to come, pretty girl?” he asks after he pops my nipple, pulling it with his teeth.God yes, please.I was ready to beg. Who cares about dignity? Harley pulls me up, flush with his body, my legs going around his waist again, and he kisses me fast and hard. I start grinding up and down, and I feel him unzip his jeans, pulling his cock out underneath me. He slides my leggings and underwear down to my thighs and pulls them off one of my legs so that my movements aren’t restricted by the fabric and I can open my legs wider.
His hands move up and down my thighs before he positions his cock at my entrance, and he groans into me, “You’re so wet for me, Ember.” His breath is raspy and hot on my face. I sink down onto him, not waiting anymore. I gasp as his hands circle my ass, guiding me up and down hard onto his cock. He fucks me fast and hard on his bike.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been with anyone, and the years of tension building up have me already close to the edge for Harley.
“I’m close, Harley,” I moan as he hits that deep spot, and my breathing starts to lose control.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” he whispers against my neck. With his next hard thrust, he drives up into me, and his hand comes around my throat, squeezing just enough to surprise the hell out of me. A moan slips out of me, and I see black dots in my vision. He fucks me through my orgasm before he follows closely behind with his own release. We fuck to draw out the orgasm until we’re too sensitive to last any longer.
I can feel his come leaking out, and it sends a chill down my back. My pussy clamps down on him again, and Harley laughs. “Babe, you can't do that, or I'll never be able to drive us back to your house.”
I laugh, and he pulls out of me, leaving me immediately feeling an emptiness I didn’t expect. He puts his cock back into his pants, buttoning his jeans. I slip off the bike and put my panties and leggings back on. We need to get home quickly so I can clean up, or I'll have a UTI in no time. Harley slides off the bike and bends over to grab the helmet, putting it on my head once again.
He steps closer, our bodies almost flush. “I have never been more turned on than I am right now, knowing that my come is leaking out of you,” he rasps and steps back. I immediately blush and look down. I'm not embarrassed by the act by any means, but hearing the dirty words does something to me.
