by Aaron Riley
“Because I love you,” Harley returned.
His words had too much power over me. My body reacted in ways that I never thought possible. My hips bucked against his firm lips, my come leaking out of the corners of his mouth. I shuddered around his fingers until my body couldn't take anymore.
Harley pried himself from between my legs. But I was desperate for more. A million orgasms wouldn't be enough. He licked his lips tasting all of my seed. I wanted to be with this man forever.
Harley
How could a man taste so good? David's cock was so sweet. I tried to remember that taste while in prison but the memory eventually faded.
David jumped on me like a panther, clawing at my clothes. The two orgasms had made him hungry. “Give me what I want,” he commanded.
I threw my leather jacked across the room. David wrapped his fingers in the neck of my wife-beater and pulled as hard as he could, tearing it in two.
His sudden strength made the throbbing in my pants burn with desire. His fingers dragged down my chest and over my tattoos, leaving red marks. He'd never been this starving for me before.
I liked it.
He fiddled with my belt buckle until it was loose and he slipped my jeans off. I lay on the couch with my boxer briefs the only thing protecting my hard cock from David.
David faced away from me and planted his toned ass down on my lap. My length fit right in between his cheeks. He placed his hands on my knees and rotated his hips. I put my hand on his naked back and felt his radiating heat.
He felt so good grinding up against me. Better than any stripper or prostitute.
He got down on his knees. His hand ran over my boxers, just barely avoiding my trapped cock. “You need to stop with the teasing, David. Or I'm going to bend you over this couch and fuck you right now.”
“You need to have some patience,” he said, squeezing my cock hard. I gasped from the pain and pleasure. He slowly rolled my boxers down until my length flopped out. David's eyes went wide and he bit his bottom lip. His finger traced from the head of my penis all the way down to the base.
I wasn't used to all this teasing. I usually got what I wanted when I wanted it. But David was denying me the pleasure I deserved.
I grabbed the back of David's hair and pulled his head back. His eyes lit up up and his mouth opened. I grazed my finger around the rim of his mouth. “Don't make me beg, David.”
I could go jerk off in the shower if he didn't give me what I wanted.
He loved toying with me. David gripped the base of my cock and stroked. It felt way too good. I leaned back in the couch while David licked the head of my penis. He crammed my entire length down his throat and all I could do was scream.
His fingers gripped the base and he bobbed his head up and down on my cock. His tongue swirled around my tip as he took me in and out of his mouth. I could only take so much more. No man would be able to hold off when David had his lips around them.
The thought of David swallowing my warm seed only made the experience more intense.
I was close.
Too close.
David pulled me out before I could explode. My balls were wound so tight. I needed to feel that release before my body fell apart.
“Get that ass of yours on me,” I commanded.
David planted his ass on me like before. His tight hole was only inches away from my desperate cock. David hovered over me, watching my rod bounce up and down. “How much do you want me?” he asked, teasing me again.
“I want that ass so bad, baby.” I squeezed his cheeks, showing him just how hard I wanted him.
David lowered down on me slowly, my tip sliding into his eager hole. He went all the way down until my length was enveloped. “How do I feel?” David asked.
“So tight...” I rested my hands on his hips as he raised up and down. I watched his beautiful body rock against me. He knew exactly how to make me feel so good. And I never wanted him to stop.
David bent down and kissed me. My hands moved to his ass and hugged his cheeks, slamming him harder down onto my cock.
“Will you come with me?” David asked, arching his back.
I nodded, barely able to form any coherent thoughts. David tightened around my cock and found his release, screaming my name at the top of his lungs.
I held off my orgasm as long as I could. My breath escaped me as I burst inside David, filling him up until I was dry to the bone.
We lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, naked on the couch in a state of bliss. Why couldn't life always be this good?
Sometimes life had to be a motherfucker. I needed to tell David the whole truth. About the mayor and his dad. Everything.
But it could wait a little longer. I just wanted him to fall asleep in my arms.
Chapter Nine
David
The sunlight through the blinds burned my eyes. I was so tired that I could barely lift my hand to protect myself. Harley's arms were still wrapped around me, holding me tight in a spooning position. The old couch at Harley's place wasn't very comfy but we were able to sleep on it for the entire night.
Or maybe the sex was so exhausting that we could've slept on nails.
I flipped over in his arms until I was facing Harley. His eyes slowly opened and a smile appeared. “I'd like to wake up every morning to that face.”
“Get used to it because I won't be able to afford my nice apartment anymore.”
Harley raked his fingers through my hair. “Doesn't matter. Just move in with me.”
I kissed him and felt his soft flesh below turn hard. I reached down and stroked his length, imagining last night. “Ready for more, Harley?”
“You're going to kill me.”
“Then it will be a good death.”
Harley agreed and we kissed again. He rolled me over onto my back. I don't know how I even had the energy for any of this. But all I knew, was that I wouldn't be satisfied until we made up for those four long years.
We fucked over and over again until the late afternoon. My body was like goo, sticking to the couch and never wanting to let go.
“Would you like some breakfast?” Harley asked, finally prying himself from our fuck station.
I laughed and looked outside at the setting sun. “What do you have?
“Not much. I haven't been grocery shopping since I got out. Probably just oatmeal.”
I grabbed a blanket and covered my naked body, sinking further into the couch. I wasn't going anywhere today. “Oatmeal sounds perfect.”
Harley went to the kitchen to fix us some breakfast and I lay on the couch, staring up at the popcorn ceiling.
My life had taken a crazy turn ever since Harley showed up on my doorstep. I tried to forget him during those four years but it was impossible. And now he was back and I was his property once again. I liked the feeling of being owned by Harley. He'd do anything to protect me and anything to satisfy my desires.
But I had lost my father in the process. The only family I had left and now he was out of my life. If only I had known the truth sooner. Maybe I could have prevented Harley from going to jail.
We could be married now, with a couple kids running around the house. All those years we wasted. We needed to make up for all that lost time.
Harley returned, holding two bowls of steaming oatmeal. “Breakfast is served, Mr. Spencer.” Harley acted like a butler, bending over to hand me my bowl.
“Thank you, sir. You may have the day off,” I said, waving my hand away.
“You're so kind, master.”
Harley jumped on the couch next to me, still completely naked. I never got sick of staring at his inked chest. I dipped my spoon into the hot oatmeal and devoured it in seconds. I didn't even realize how hungry I was.
Sex really takes it out of you.
Harley set his empty bowl on the ground and wiped his mouth. “We need to talk, David.”
My heart skipped a beat. How could it possibly get any worse?
Harley
sighed. “I didn't tell you the whole story. And now I need your help.”
“What is it, Harley? You know I'll do anything for you.”
“After I got out of prison, I was picked up by Mayor McCain. He helped your father put me away.”
“That son of a bitch.” Anger rose in my chest like heartburn.
“He was also the one that got me out of prison.”
“I knew it couldn't have been for overcrowding.”
“Now he wants me to do something and you're not going to like it. He wants me to take down your father.”
My father...
“The mayor wants you to kill my father?” I could barely say the words without choking on them.
Harley shook his head. “Not exactly. He wants to destroy Spencer Enterprises. And I can do that without any killing.”
Even though I hated my father's guts, I didn't want him to get hurt. “What if you don't do what the mayor wants?”
Harley looked deep into my eyes. “He'll send me right back to prison.”
“Then what do you have to do?”
Harley held my hand, squeezing it for support. “I need access to his office. Your father has had dealing with a lot of nefarious groups. If I can get documents that will implicate him, that will satisfy the mayor.”
I looked up at Harley with determined eyes. “Let me do it, Harley. I can get access to his office and take whatever you need.”
Harley shook his head. “I won't let you do that, David. I can't risk you getting caught and sent to prison. I could never live with myself.”
“But you need me.”
“I do need you. I won't be able to get into Spencer Enterprises without you. If you can distract your father long enough for me to slip into his office, I can get what I need and we both slip out. Your father won't even know what happened until the cops come to arrest him.”
Everything that I knew about my father was false. I had been blind to it my whole life. But not anymore. “I was wrong about my father being a good man. He deserved to go to jail. Let's do it.”
Harley smiled and hugged me.
I broke out of the hug when the idea hit me. “The only way it will work is if we do it late at night. He has a secretary that would see you the moment you stepped out of the elevator. My father works late every night and his secretary won't be there past five.”
“Then we do it tonight. Before the mayor has any more reasons to send me to jail.”
We were about to do some very illegal stuff. I was risking my life for Harley. But he would do the same for me in a second.
Harley
I wished there was a way not to involve David. But he was the only way into Spencer Enterprises. He was the only way to put my past behind us and move on.
David drove the BMW up to the security station at Spencer Enterprises. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.
“Just act normal, David. Nothing is going to go wrong.” No amount of reassuring could stop the beads of sweat from running down his face.
“I know but I can't help it.” He rolled down his window and handed his ID to the guard. “I'm Mr. Spencer's son,” David choked out.
I did my best to keep a low profile. I didn't want the guard to identify me and stop this whole rodeo before it got started.
The guard checked the ID and handed it back. “Little late for a visit?” He looked past David at me but didn't seem to know who I was.
David giggled nervously. “I know but he's so busy and this is the only time I can see him.”
He handed the ID back to David. “Your father is definitely a busy man. Go right on in, Mr. Spencer.”
David blew out a big breath as he drove to the parking lot. “I don't know if I can do this, Harley.”
“You're doing fine. When you see your dad, let the anger do the talking. Make him think you want to reconcile.”
I couldn't do this without David. If he backed out, I'd have a big problem with Mayor McCain.
David parked the car, closed his eyes, and breathed through his nose. “Let me just go over the plan one more time. I'll get my father downstairs and outside. While you take the elevator up and do some magic computer work.”
“I only need his hard drive. I won't even need to turn on the computer. Shouldn't take me longer than five minutes. When I'm back downstairs and out of the elevator, I'll send you a text. You won't even need to look at your phone.”
“And what if he wants to go back to his office before you're finished?”
“Send me a text so I can get out or at least hide.” I put my hand on his thigh. You'll do fine, David.”
We left the car and walked into the giant lobby. I'd never seen anything so extravagant before except for David's father's house. The place was deserted except for a few security guards. We walked past all the elevators and David pointed to a supply closet next to a lone elevator.
The door was unlocked and I opened it to find to a cramped room full of buckets and brooms. “I'll hide here. When I hear you get out of the elevator with your father, I'll take it up.”
“Tell me you love me one last time.” David's deep blue eyes stared into mine.
“I love you, David Spencer.” I kissed his lips, lingering there for longer than we should've. But he tasted so good. If we weren't about commit a robbery, I'd take him into the broom closet, hard and fast.
But my cock would have to wait. There would be a time for celebrating later.
I watched David press the elevator button and wait. The doors opened and he looked over at me. I winked at him and he nodded, entering the elevator.
I closed the supply closet door and took a deep breath. David was a smart man. He'd be able to pull it off. But could I get in and out of his office before anybody saw me? I wasn't so good at the sneaking thing. My way was to blow the doors wide open with guns drawn and destroy my enemies.
Corporate espionage wasn't in my toolbox.
But I'd have to do my best tonight. David's and my life depended on it.
Chapter Ten
David
The elevator zoomed up past all the floors. Sweat perspired down the sides of my face. My hands were locked to each other and I couldn't unravel them. Act normal, David. It's just your father.
Harley was no doubt used to doing things like this but for me, this was my first time. I took a couple deep breaths as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
My father's secretary sat at her desk, painting her nails. “Mr. Spencer, what are you doing here so late?”
Oh fuck. The secretary was supposed to be gone by now.
Even if I was able to get my father downstairs, how would Harley get past the secretary?
My father came out of his office when he heard the commotion. Anger flooded my veins. I'd never forgive him for what he did to Harley. “David? I didn't expect to see you so soon.”
I fought every urge to punch him right in the face. “I need to talk to you.”
My father turned to his secretary. “I won't be needing you anymore.”
She nodded quietly and walked by me to the elevator, her perfume lingering in the air. I breathed a big sigh of relief. The whole plan could have been jeopardized if she stuck around.
“I was hoping we'd get to have another conversation,” my father said.
“Not here. Can we go somewhere?”
My dad smiled. “Sure, David. Let me just get my things.”
I waited for my father to get his briefcase and we took the elevator down together. My father was done working for the night so Harley had all the time in the world to get the hard drive. So far so good, David. Keep it up.
We rode down in silence. I didn't even know what to say to him. All my planning had only gotten me to this point. What was I supposed to do next?
The elevator hit the bottom floor and I quickly glanced at the supply closet. It was closed. Good luck, Harley.
My father and I walked outside of his building into the cold night air. “I'm truly sorry about wha
t happened, David.”
I couldn't hold back the rage anymore. “Are you? Are you really sorry or are you just saying that?”
“You're right, David. I'm not sorry for what I did. Harley isn't the right man for you. I'd do it again if I had the chance.”
How could my father be so cruel? When I was a kid, he used to read me Winnie-the-Pooh and sing me a lullaby to put me to sleep every night. What happened to that man? “I love him. That won't change no matter how much you try to stop it.”
“You're stronger than I ever gave you credit for, David. You remind me a lot of myself.”
That was the greatest insult. “I'll never be like you,” I seethed.
My father looked concerned and started checking his coat pockets. “I think I forgot my phone. Let's go back upstairs and we can talk some more.”
My heart jumped out of my throat. Harley didn't have enough time. I reached out my hand to stop my dad. “No stop! We need to talk outside. You're phone can wait. I'm what's important right now.”
My father shrugged me off. “Don't be ridiculous, David. We can talk in my office while I search for my phone.”
I had no choice. I quickly took out my phone and sent Harley a quick text:
On our way.
He wouldn't have time to go back down the elevator. He'd have to hide and ride it down while we were in my father's office.
We walked back into the building and to the elevator. My palms were sweaty as we waited for it to descend to the ground level.
“We can work this out,” my father said. “I only wanted the best for you.”
I couldn't concentrate enough to argue with him anymore. All my brainpower was focused on Harley. Did he even get my text?
It would be all over if my father found him. Harley would go back to prison. My father might even prosecute me when he finds out I was the one that betrayed him.
The elevator opened and we stepped inside. We're coming, Harley.