True Sacrifice

by Amanda Mackey

  Alone with Harley again, I waited for him to shut the front door and watched as he stalked toward me. His face had hardened into a mask of anger so I kept quiet.

  Muscles in his neck threatened to pop as he threw himself down beside me.

  “Fuck!” he roared, grabbing his head between his hands and squeezing his scalp.

  He had every right to be pissed off. In fact, he’d dealt with everything thus far rather well. If it were me, I’d be a mess right now.

  Instead of angering him more by speaking, I rose and filled up his wine glass, knowing he’d need it and more. Not that alcohol should be used as therapy, but I had nothing else to marginally calm him. Except…

  Don’t go there, Mac. He’s vulnerable right now. You need to keep it together. Keep your hands to yourself.

  I sat it in front of him on the coffee table, deciding I didn’t need any more wine. He slowly raised his head to look at the glass and then to me, his face drawn and tired. Weary from information overload. I could tell he bordered on short-circuiting.

  “Drink,” I ordered, because what else could I say?

  “There’s too much shit to process right now,” he sighed out, giving me an invitation to talk. His mussed up hair drew my attention for a split second, but I quickly quelled the erotic thoughts bubbling away in my mind. Even with everything that had gone down so far, I could feel the kinetic energy sizzling in the air around us.

  “I know. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with so much. At least now you know why your marriage failed. Moving in with Trudy would be a mistake.”

  “It’s lucky Viper called you when he did. Perhaps it’s all for the best. While I can’t remember the clusterfuck of my life, it troubles me that my wife screwed my friend.” He swigged the rest of his glass of wine in one swallow, placing it on the coffee table beside me.

  “I think moving in with Viper will be good for you, regardless of what you remember.”

  His stare became intense, causing me to shift slightly.

  “You’re good for me, Mac. You. Right here. Right now.”

  Oh no! Retreat! Retreat! When had he edged closer? I had nowhere else to go. The back of my knees were painfully pressed in to the edge of the coffee table. A better question might be, did I truly want him to back off?

  Vulnerable, Mac. Remember? My body wasn’t listening to logic. It ran its own race.

  His heat leached into my pores, causing goosebumps to skitter across my flesh. One man. The only man to ever make me question everything. He had the ability to reconnect my short-circuited nerve endings in such a way, I grappled for oxygen in his presence. His touch scalded. His stare eviscerated me. The ‘more’ I craved surpassed what I knew I could handle, and yet I wanted nothing more than to push those boundaries of self-control and sensation.

  “You with me?” he croaked, his pointer finger running down the ridge of my nose, feather-soft.

  I could only minutely nod in my catatonic state. He continued to trace my face while his eyes destroyed me in other ways. I hovered on a cusp of the unknown, torn between freefalling and taking a step back. If I fell there would be no way I’d be able to climb back up, but if I retreated safely, I’d miss the chance to soar. Safety had always been my road in life. I’d never strayed from that. Boring and humdrum. Harley had presented me with an intersection where I could take a risk and turn left into the unknown or remain on the straight and narrow.

  I knew what I needed but did I have the strength to chase it? Nick and his neglect came forward into my thoughts, disappointment clinging to it. He couldn’t give me what I needed. What I yearned for. I needed to jump off this cliff I teetered on and hope the man in front of me caught me.

  You need this, Mac. Live life instead of simply existing. Feel. Discover. Take what you want from a man who will give you everything he has.

  Blinking, I inched my mouth closer to his. Time to jump.

  Harley must have seen me take the first step because he did catch me as I fell. Without hesitation. Our mouths smashed together, desperate and wild. He dragged me onto his lap where we sank into each other, fully. I feasted on his plush mouth, demanding he give me more by stealing each of his grunts. Large hands gripped my scalp as he pushed himself upward, needing friction. I scooted as far in to his groin as I could, the minute distance still too much.

  I sailed on the glorious air current of heady intoxication, surrendering to my descent into the unknown. Freedom gripped me in its clutches in that moment, allowing me to simply be.

  My chest crushed Harley’s, and without even knowing it, I found myself rubbing backward and forward, my nipples rejoicing.

  Tearing our mouths apart, Harley’s lips swollen from my assault, he rasped, “Jesus. I’m drowning in you, angel, and it’s still not enough.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek as he stood, held my hips to his and walked down the hallway to my room. His strength carried me as if I weighed nothing. His gaze never wavered. I didn’t want it to. Anticipation lit the space around us. It seeped from my pores.

  Kicking the door shut, he took three strides to the bed and placed me down as if I might break before covering me completely. I saw nothing else. Became nothing else but him. I submerged with him as we drowned in each other.

  My cells came alive, kicking me into the stratosphere of want and need. Grasping the bottom of his shirt, I pulled upward, tossing it to the floor so I could bask in Harley’s finery. His marked chest drew my mouth forward so I could delicately kiss the wound I had tended. He shivered at the contact, hissing in a breath, not from pain but pleasure.

  “It’s yours, Mac. Everything. The scar is a tattoo in your honor for saving me. For bringing me back. For finding me when I’d succumbed to the darkness. I wear it with pride.”

  His words moved me as I continued to trace the outline with my tongue, reveling in the free rein I had.

  His skin felt smooth and taut as I moved to his left nipple, gently gripping it with my teeth and pulling. I loved giving in to everything I craved without the fear of rebuttal. Something told me Harley was open to exploring the same facet of myself that existed within him. He relished in my newfound bravado.

  “Fuck!” he roared, pushing his pec further into my mouth. “Don’t stop.”

  I loved his reaction, spurring me on to suck hard and then soothe with my tongue, twirling it in between. Each whistle of breath and twitch of his body brought forth my own climbing need. How could I have ever lived without this?

  Alternating between both nipples, one hand massaged my neck and shoulders as I tormented him. With a bellow as I bit a tad too hard, we both rolled so I rested on top of him, both his legs parting, allowing me to fall in between. Steady hands ripped my shirt off, and then his open mouth took one of my breasts through the lacy fabric of my bra.

  “Ugh. Your tits, woman. A fine feast I’m about to gorge on.”

  My bra disappeared quicker than my shirt, freeing me to his face. Lifting me upward and in line with his lips, he wasted no time indulging in me. This time I groaned loudly, a zing of electricity rocketing from my nipple to every pleasure point south. He hummed at my response, my body writhing against him.

  “Mmm. Look at you, coming alive under my touch. Your nipple is so hard.” Flicking it with his tongue, he moved to the other one and ate in a glutinous feast while palming my butt and wrenching me into his hard mass. “There’s no going back now, angel. This is happening.”

  I wouldn’t deny him this time. I needed it as much as he did. The way he touched me as if I were a priceless work of art, wrecked me. I came completely undone. His rigid, corrugated abs flexed further under my touch. I dragged my lips from his and lowered myself on a path of erotic destruction by licking and nipping my way to the grand prize. But first I needed to rid him of the intrusive clothing that hindered me from hitting my target. Unzipping his jeans, I shimmied them down his hips, noting the absence of underwear, possibly due to the fact he didn’t want to wear Nick’s, and marveled at his male perf
ection jutting skyward. It twitched as I raised my eyes to Harley’s, noting the crude way he watched and waited.

  The position gave me power. The power to pleasure him while enjoying the fine dining experience. Lowering my mouth to the tip while still eying him, I let my tongue roll out and moisten the head all over, laving around the edges.

  The motion pulled a hoarse groan from him, followed by a steady flow of heated bed-talk. “Mmm. Watching that pretty mouth taste me is all kinds of hot. Don’t close those stunning eyes. I want to see you take me all the way in. I want every reaction, sound, and emotion from you scorched into my psyche.”

  God, he was sexy. I couldn’t remember who or if anyone had ever had my full attention while giving oral. It opened me up to him and exposed every morsel of desire. I truly came to life.

  Fixating on his enlarged pupils, I went to town on his entire length, only losing his sight when I neared the bottom. Angling him toward me, I used my tongue and lips to deliver maximum sensation, loving his strained abdominal muscles and agonized grunts. It brought about my own pleasure, knowing I gave him what he needed.

  My mind focused only on him and the way he cherished every lick, suck, and kiss by his sharp intake of breath and tense muscles.

  “Keep that up and it will be over real quick,” he growled, lifting himself off the pillows to place both his demanding hands underneath my armpits to draw me back up. “As much as I love to watch my hard cock disappear inside those sultry lips, I need more of you.”

  He didn’t have to elaborate. I felt the same. Diving in for a seductive, passionate kiss, I lined myself up over him using my hands. Upon lashing my tongue against his, I lowered my hips down, moaning with bliss as he pierced me, stretching and filling me completely, only minutely taking away the ache to be possessed by him.

  “Shit. Shit!” he barked, heaving his hips up, inching that little further so I felt a blissful stab of pleasurable pain. I wailed.

  “Harley! Oh God!” I didn’t rise up, but ground against him, enjoying the fullness and complete connection as we continued our visual staring session. Everything he felt gazed back at me in his torrid, dark orbs. Like me, he didn’t blink much because he didn’t want to miss a thing. His constant vocal noises mimicked my own. What I needed, he offered, and what I gave, he took.

  Steady fingers found my breasts again, my already engorged beads delighting at the added attention. I couldn’t remain still any longer. Everything in me screamed for glorious friction and so I obliged. Resting my hands on his broad chest gave me the leverage I needed to take the reins and ride forcibly, angling myself differently with each thrust downward to discover new sensitive spots inside that had me cry out in wondrous ecstasy.

  Harley held firm, enabling me to use him to my advantage. He clearly enjoyed me taking charge.

  “This right here. This is everything. You. Me. The connection. There is nothing else, Mac.” His hand came to my face. Stroking. Worshipping. I became the Goddess he allowed me to be. The Goddess buried inside who’d never been encouraged to show herself. She simply needed someone to coax her out. The vixen. Life surged through my veins, and for the very first time, I truly felt like me.

  I rose with the sudden power I had been given and paused before sliding deliciously back down, watching all the tics in Harley’s face and neck as he struggled to keep his eyes focused. They glazed over yet remained steady. So sexy.

  Cupping both breasts, he kneaded them while tweaking my nipples. Exquisite didn’t cover the sensation, but I needed to keep things slow for now to draw out every ounce of pleasure we both had to give.

  “Kiss me, angel,” he soothed, his tongue moistening both lips.

  That mouth. God, that mouth. It beckoned without him having to beg.

  Leaning against him, our mouths came together with fierce recklessness while our bodies remained slow and languid. The combination drove me wild, along with the thumping of Harley’s heart against my chest. Both of his hands gripped my ass, pulling me harder into his groin in jerky movements. Clearly he struggled to keep his composure.

  Tongues and teeth clashed. Lips bruised. Harley held me firm as he took back control, the gentle slide and pull of his cock remaining sensually lazy.

  “You feel so good like this,” he whispered, only breaking contact momentarily. “I didn’t think I’d be able to do slow with you, but I’m loving every second of it.”

  Him and me both. I’d never done slow with Nick. He’d always gone hell for leather and it was over before it began, due to his ‘busy schedule.’ To spend the time enjoying another man like this could easily become my new favorite pastime. My sweet addiction.

  The build was deliriously slow, but with each thrust from below, I climbed higher on the rung of pleasure.

  The ‘more’ I craved filled not only my body and soul, but the entire room. The man I’d saved had essentially begun to do the same to me. He saved me from the shackles of duty and tedium, leading me to another level of intimacy. There would be no going back from this. No going back from him. How could I now? I wanted to cry things out. Read him my heart and the words filling it.

  “Hey.” His thumb pushed into my mouth. “I’m losing you.” He stilled below, bringing me back from my head. Biting down on the intrusion, I let my lips glide around it as he pulled it back out.

  “No! You’re not. I’m here. With you. It’s so damn intense, that’s all. I’ve never had this.”

  Smiling, he sat up so we were still coupled, forcing me to bring my legs around his lower back. “I haven’t even begun yet, angel. Whatever you’ve had in the past? Forget it. My mind might not remember most things, but my body doesn’t need a past. It only needs now. It’s running on pure instinct. You free me, gorgeous. You let me walk in the present. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I need you so much.”

  The welling of tears had my lip quiver. So sweet. So real and honest. I didn’t want to cry. The moment held too many positives to bawl like a baby, even if they were tears of joy.

  Swallowing hard, I gave him my own broad grin, feathering over his face lightly with fingers that wanted to steal everything.

  “I can’t believe you’re real. Are you positive I’m not dreaming? Because if I am, I never want to wake up.”

  For the first time his eyes closed as my fingers danced over his delicate eyelids, feeling the twitching underneath. Still we sat, basking in nothing and everything. Time ticked on, yet stood still as we luxuriated in oblivion.

  “I’m real, Mac. Don’t ever doubt that. Now, are we gonna sit here talking all night or am I going to fly you to the stars?”

  I shivered. Harley enabled me to grasp those stars. They’d always been so far away, yet he brought them to me with little effort.

  “Don’t move. Let me move you.”

  Not sure what he meant, it became clear when he grabbed my hips as if I weighed nothing and began moving me up and down on him while I clung on. Throwing my head back, I couldn’t keep my eyes focused. They closed on a wave of delirium as he manipulated me as if I were an instrument and he the musician.

  Every downward drag touched a sensitive spot that had me cry out for more…a hidden corner of me no one had ever dared to find.

  “Mmm. You like that?” he croaked, bringing his fiery, lush mouth back to my breast, scalding every inch of skin.

  “Yes. God, don’t stop. Ever.”

  Chuckling against my nipple, he began to pick up the pace. His throat vibrated with animalistic sounds that rumbled through me. I shuddered once, not quite there yet, but close. His teeth clamped on, sending a buzz of momentary pain outward before it morphed into greedy want as it followed the path to my splayed, open thighs.

  He expanded further, stretching me to my limit, creating the push I needed to surge into glory. My breath caught and held, my mind attempting to catch up with my body. Deep within my womb an excruciating bliss-bomb exploded, sending me flying into orbit. My hips bucked and my back arched as I soared.

>   “I got you,” Harley groaned.

  And he did. He held me fast with just gentle rocking as a foreign, prolonged sound erupted from my voice box. It appeared as if I suffered, and by God I did. I floated on the very best stream of gratification which reached every hormone-ravaged cell.

  More feasting on my breasts held me in nirvana, along with male moans mixed with the scent of orgasm and mild sweat. The combination drove forth more sensation.

  “Yeah. That’s my girl. Let go and feel how good it is. Fall and I’ll catch you.”

  His words egged me on as I continued to climax, not knowing how he held his own release at bay. Every tense muscle in me became pliant and droopy and I let go of everything holding me prisoner.

  “Show me your eyes,” he commanded.

  My head flopped forward until we found each other. I could barely keep my lids from closing as I quaked and shook.

  Even though I drifted, as I looked at him again, we flew together. I burned for him, and the way his dark pupils fully expanded in lust, I knew he held onto his control by a thread. His body brought me freedom but his eyes captured everything else as he let me in to see the deepest part of him. A window into the man who’d lost everything, yet in our intimate moment, appeared to have found what he’d always been looking for. I knew because it mirrored my own incredible revelation. We’d found ourselves in each other.

  Waiting for my crashing wave to recede, he lowered us to the bed and flipped us again so he was on top. Pushing my knees up high and spreading me further apart, I noticed a flick switch in his demeanor.

  “My turn.” Kissing the inside of my upper leg, he towered over me, all primed, gleaming muscle, ready for battle.

  I could do nothing but nod, accepting his onslaught, which I knew would destroy me, totally.

  There was no easing into it. He had passed the point of slow and gone straight to annihilate.

  Heaven have mercy. I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow at work.

  He snarled as he pummeled me into the mattress, my dwindling orgasm having not totally disappeared. My nerve endings still sparked and ignited to flames once more.