Louie thrusts against me, rubbing his hard bare cock against the outside of my panties, which causes me to wince. I’m sore.
Fuck, that sucks, but I guess I should have seen that coming. I lost my virginity to Louie two years ago, then went the whole time I was away without sex. Then I come back and after I finally let him back in, we’re having sex. Lots of good sex. I mean, we aren’t fucking like crazy by any means, but I’ve had more sex in the last two weeks than I have in my whole life. I’m gonna be sore.
Pulling my mouth free, I lift my hand and place it on his chest. “What’s wrong?” he asks, concern lacing his face and tone, though I still see the lust and want in his eyes.
“I’m a little sore,” I say shyly, a little embarrassed, but if we’re going to have a sexual relationship, I can’t hold anything back. And frankly, if I can talk dirty to him during the act and not feel embarrassed, I should be able to talk to him about things like this. It’s normal I would be sore. Not only from not having a lot of sex in my life, but Louie isn’t small by any means. Though I guess I don’t have much to go off of, but I’ve seen pictures and porn before. And he’s a lot bigger than what I’ve seen before.
He pulls back even further and looks a little lost and ashamed of himself for not going easy on me, or I don’t know, thinking of it sooner. “It’s fine. I’m okay, but I think maybe we should wait a bit before going at it again like wild animals.” I try to smooth things over, but now I’m worried he’ll be upset. Here he is, hard as a fucking rock, and I’m turning him down. Well, I’m turning him down for sex. But that doesn’t mean—
“I’m such a fucking idiot. Harlow, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t even thinking these last couple of times. I’m sorry,” he says, and I hate that he’s upset. He hasn’t hurt me in any way and I loved everything we did together.
“Hey, it’s fine, really. It’s just, it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex. I just need to get used to it.” I add a wink to let him know that I want to have more sex with him, and soon, just not right now.
He still doesn’t look convinced he didn’t do anything wrong, but I’m done trying to explain it. Pushing him over so he’s on his back, I straddle his waist.
“Just because I’m sore, doesn’t mean we can’t do other things, Louie,” I say, then I lean down and start to kiss his neck. I slowly move down to his chest and by the time I’m at his bellybutton, he finally catches my drift.
“Babe, no. You don’t have to do that. We can wait until you can enjoy yourself too.” It’s sweet of him to say that, but what he doesn’t know is that I’ve always wanted to give him a blowjob.
When I first met him, I fantasized about it and the things I would do to him. The things I wanted to try. I even researched it and what men liked. So doing this for him now will be very enjoyable for me.
“I want to. And I’ll enjoy it.” I don’t say anything else and move my mouth as quick as I can to his cock before he can argue the matter further.
He’s not as hard as he was a few minutes ago, but he’s still harder than what I’d imagine him being if he was limp.
The instant I have him in my mouth though, it’s like an electric current runs through his cock and he’s harder than ever before.
“Fuck,” he moans.
I’m not able to take him completely in, but I add my hand at the base of him to make up for what my mouth can’t fit.
Sliding my hand up and down, adding a few twists, I get into a rhythm. I lick the head of his cock before taking him as far as I can. Adding some suction, I then repeat the process. I take my other hand and massage his balls to add more stimulation.
Just as I’m starting to get into it and really enjoy myself though, I feel his balls tighten and his cock starts twitching before it goes even harder than it was when I started. I know he’s about ready to cum, but I’m not ready for this to end. Not yet.
Slowing the movement of my mouth and the hand that’s around his cock, I remove my other hand from his balls. Reaching up to my hair, I take out the hair tie I’m wearing so my hair falls down around me, all over his thighs. Louie either doesn’t notice or he’s so far gone in his pleasure because he doesn’t act like he even cares or asks what I’m doing. Good. I want the element of surprise for what I’m about to do.
Without warning, I take the hair tie and wrap it around his balls. “Shit! What the fuck, Harlow?” Louie jumps a little, but I use both hands now to hold him down by his hips. If he really wanted to, he could get out from under me, but he doesn’t. He’s shocked, and might be a little uncomfortable, but he’ll like what I’m doing in just a minute.
Once I know he’s not going anywhere, I move one hand from his hips and tie the band tighter around his balls, but not too tight. Then I pick up my speed a little, sucking harder on his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, then the rest is a garbled mess of words.
Adding my hand back into the mix, I stroke him faster. “Harlow…” he says, trailing off.
Unwilling to stop what I’m doing to ask him what it is he wants or was going to say, I continue on. And every time I start to feel him get close to his climax, I slow back down and tighten the hair tie a bit. I’ll let him cum, but in a minute. I want to see how far I can take this.
It’s not much longer after that thought that Louie has had enough. Grabbing my head, he doesn’t force me onto his cock, but he lets me know he needs to cum.
“Faster,” he growls, and I obey.
I feel his balls get heavier and his cock gets bigger. When he’s a few seconds away from coming, I remove the band quickly and then move my pointer finger toward his ass. As the first spurt of cum hits the back of my throat, I add just enough pressure to his anus to add that extra kick of stimulation, but it’s enough. More cum floods my mouth and Louie roars out my name.
“HARLOW!”
His cum is never ending, so I have to swallow a few times to make sure I don’t choke on it. Since I’ve never given a blowjob before, I wasn’t sure if I would swallow or not, but it just seemed right. And it’s not as bad as some girls have said. His cum tastes salty and bitter, and is almost hot going down my throat.
I swallow the last of his cum, then suck once more on his softening cock, which jolts him a bit. “Fuck, babe. Don’t do that,” he says, though his words aren’t harsh. I’m fairly certain it’s because he’s really sensitive right now.
Kissing the tip of his cock, I lean back and look at him. He’s lying on my bed limply, his eyes barely open.
When he recovers a bit, he grabs my arm and pulls me down to him. He kisses me earnestly on the lips, then pulls back. A satisfied smile graces his lips.
“Holy fuck, babe. That was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life,” he says, sounding completely surprised, but almost giddy like he wants to try that again.
I laugh, then lay my head on his chest.
We stay like that for a few minutes, then he asks, “What was that thing you did with your hair thingy?”
The question has me laughing, but also a little proud because I know what my answer is and know that it works. I’m insanely happy I did all that research now.
“I didn’t want you to come yet, so I made sure you wouldn’t,” I say like I’m the President of the United States of America and just declared a law. I’m proud and demanding.
I’ve really shocked him though. He’s speechless and looking at me blankly.
Finally, he replies, “Well, feel free to do that to me anytime.”
I laugh, then close my eyes, content for the first time in forever.
***
An hour later, I still can’t sleep, but that’s okay. Carefully removing myself from Louie, I stand there and just stare at him. He looks so peaceful and damn good sleeping in my bed. The sheet is barely covering him; his left leg is completely uncovered, you can see his sexy V muscle on his stomach, and you can see his right hip but his leg is under the sheet. His one arm is stretched out, like he’s unconsciou
sly waiting for me to come back to him, and the other is reclined above his head.
I wish I could take a picture of him right now, so I could keep this image forever. I have no idea how long he’ll want whatever it is we have going right now, but I know I’ll want to look back on this time, years from now and remember how I felt in this moment.
Sighing quietly, I grab some clothes and head toward the bathroom. I showered last night, but then Louie dirtied me up again, so I figure I should probably get clean again before going in to work.
I notice the pot of coffee I forgot about earlier sitting untouched. Guess I won’t have my caffeine fix before work.
Half an hour later, I’m showered and dressed. Louie still hasn’t stirred and I don’t want to wake him. He needs his sleep. I know he had a long day yesterday and who knows what he’s been sleeping like before then, so I leave him to sleep.
When I walk into the shop, I hear Dani in her back office talking to someone, though I can’t make out another voice, so maybe she’s on the phone.
I don’t intend to eavesdrop, but as I’m heading up front to my desk, I can’t help but overhear her.
“You need to talk to him, Zane. There’s something wrong, I just know it,” I hear her say, but have no idea who or what she’s talking about.
As I stop outside her door, I see her pacing inside her office. She hasn’t noticed me yet and I’m not trying to hide either. I’m just concerned about her and wondering what she’s talking about to Blaze. If something is going on, I want to know about it. Maybe I can even help. Lord knows I owe these people everything.
“I know he’s a grown-ass man and he can handle himself, but there’s something not right and he won’t talk to me! Please, Zane, please just talk to him for me,” she sounds frantic, which has my heart starting to race too. I wonder who she’s talking about?
Dani stops her pacing suddenly, pulls her phone away from her face and looks at the screen. I don’t know if another call is coming in or a text, but she stares at it for a minute before putting it back to her ear.
“Fine. Whatever,” she says in a detached voice, then hangs up before I’m guessing he can reply.
I thought she would maybe start her pacing again, throw stuff, or yell. But she doesn’t. She just stands there, staring off into space quietly.
Needing to know what’s going on as much as I want to be there for her and make sure she’s okay, I knock on the door to show my presence. “Hey, hon. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I couldn’t help but hear. Is everything okay?” I ask.
Turning around, she looks at me with helpless eyes. “No. It’s not,” she says, then walks over to her desk and falls into her chair like she’s carrying the weight of fifty men on her shoulders and it’s finally too much for her to bear. “It’s Jax. I’m worried about him.”
Jax was an old friend of Dani’s from high school. They lost touch after everything that happened to her and she fled her hometown after graduation. From what I heard, he showed up at the shop a couple years ago looking for a tattoo and stumbled across Dani. After that, he just stuck around, prospected for the club, and is now a full member. I haven’t spent a lot of time with him, so I wouldn’t know if he’s different or not, but I trust Dani. She would know and if she thinks there’s something wrong, there probably is.
“Have you talked to him about it?” I ask, even though it’s probably a stupid question. I heard her tell Blaze that he won’t talk to her, but maybe she just meant that he wouldn’t talk to her, not that she’s tried and he won’t.
She shakes her head. “Yeah, numerous times, actually. And every time I ask, he gets pissed off and says he’s fine before stomping off to either the closest club whore or a bottle of whiskey.”
“What about his behavior is off? I mean, what makes you think something’s wrong?” I’m trying to help, but I can see the irritation in Dani’s eyes and I don’t want to piss her off. “I’m sorry. Never mind. It’s not really my business.” I turn toward the door, but Dani stops me.
“Harlow, wait. I’m not mad at you for asking, I’m just mad at this whole fucking situation.” I turn back to look at her and now the angry pacing that I was waiting for before starts. “But no one knows him the way I do. After Zane left for college, Jax and I got real close. He was like a brother and best friend all mixed into one. So when I say something isn’t right, it’s not just a stupid feeling or me being needy or whatever. It’s because I know him and he’s not right. Ever since he became a member, he’s been off and I can’t figure out why.”
She’s getting really upset now and I don’t know what she’ll do if she blows her top, so I try a different tactic. It will get her talking, hopefully lighten her mood, but it will also give me some insight as well. “I don’t know him that well. I don’t even think I’ve said more than ten words to him since I’ve been back because I didn’t know him from before I left.” I move toward the chair in front of her desk and take a seat, hoping she follow suit. “What was he like before he got patched in?”
Laughing, she walks back over to her chair and sits. “He was annoying, that’s what he was. He always thought he had the answer to everything, and most times that answer was a party or getting drunk.” We both laugh at that, then she’s somber. “But he was also always there for me and never let me down. He cared about me and never let me forget it. I could always count on him for a smile or a shoulder to cry on.”
I think about how she describes him and just from her words, I can tell they have an amazing friendship. I know why she’s so upset over thinking there’s something wrong with him. He’s always been there for her, she just wants to be there for him.
“And now, he never smiles and barely talks. He’s always angry and drunk. And from the blackness under his eyes, I can tell he’s not sleeping. Something is wrong, Harlow. I just wish he’d talk to me about it. Let me be the shoulder for him like he always was for me.” It must all finally be too much because she drops her head into her hands and starts to cry.
I make my way toward her and take her into my arms. “Shhh. It’s okay. We’ll figure it out, I promise.”
Chapter 13
Louie
I hear a phone ringing off in the distance, but I don’t want to wake up yet. I just want to lie here with Harlow all day and shut out the world. Last night was amazing and earlier this morning was even better. Not just because she gave me the best blowjob I think any man has ever gotten in the history of all mankind. Okay, well, that’s not the only reason. But I felt like we really connected. Like she gave over a vital part of herself to me and me to her.
The phone goes silent, which makes me smile. Now I can go back to sleep with Harlow in my arms.
Reaching over to pull Harlow toward me because I need her closer, I realize that she’s not even in bed. Snapping my eyes open, I see that it’s probably about mid-day and that I’m alone inside the apartment. I don’t see her in the bedroom and I don’t hear her in the bathroom or kitchen.
Jumping out of bed, I rush toward my phone. The first thing I notice is that it’s almost four in the afternoon. Way later than I originally thought. Fuck! I’m late for work. How did I sleep this long? I never sleep more than a few hours at a time, even when I’ve been up for days on end and tired as hell.
Picking up my pants that are still lying haphazardly on the floor where I threw them last night, I yank them on and pull my shirt on over my head. I don’t even bother buttoning my pants before I’m out the door and heading down to the shop. I’m late and I know I need to get down there, but that’s not what has a fire lit under my ass. It’s because I know Harlow will be there and I need to put eyes on her. I fucking hate that I woke up without her next to me—without hearing her voice or feeling her body close to mine.
Pulling the door open harder than I probably needed to, it bangs against the wall, but I couldn’t care less.
I head right toward the front of the shop because that’s where I’ll most likely find Harlow, but Dani stops m
e before I make it that far.
“Whoa, where’s the fire, cowboy?” she says teasingly, but it’s lacking her normal attitude. Hm, I wonder what’s going on with her?
“Where’s Harlow?” I ask, deciding to not get into what’s got her looking down. I’ll save that for another time, but right now, I need to see my girl.
“Of course you’re here for Harlow. What was I thinking assuming that you were just hurrying because you were late for work?” This time her usual playfulness is present in her tone and eyes.
Ignoring her comment, I continue on toward the front room where Harlow should be and she doesn’t disappoint.
But it’s not just her that I see. There’s a huge vase filled with dozens upon dozens of flowers. I don’t know for sure if they are hers, but why else would they be on her desk? If Blaze had sent flowers to Dani, she would have them either in her office or at her station. And if Toby sent Sara flowers, which he’s more apt to send them than Blaze, I doubt they would be sitting here when Sara is not.
Harlow looks up a few seconds later with a smile on her face, but it falters quickly. My face must speak of my confusion and quite honestly, my rage. But before she can ask me what’s wrong or for me to question her about the flowers, my phone starts to vibrate in my pocket.
“What?” I ask, irritated by the interruption. I want to get to the bottom of who sent those fucking flowers to my fucking woman.
“Watch your tone, boy.” Mack. Shit. “I’m calling church. Be here in ten,” he says, then hangs up before I can say anything.
Hanging up the phone, I look at Harlow once more, then turn on my heels and run right into Dani.
“Now where you off to?” she asks.
“Mack called church. I gotta go. Have Harlow reschedule my appointments.” I don’t wait for her to comment and I don’t look back to address Harlow herself. I just head out of the shop and jump on my bike.
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