Harkham's Case (Harkam's #1)

by Chanse Lowell

  “You will? That’s touching me?” His eyes lit up.

  “Yes, Adam . . . it involves lots of touching, you evil mastermind, but that’s it. I’m gonna soap you, rinse you, and off you go before your dad figures out you’re in here.”

  “No one’s home. Dad already left for work, Zach took Samara to school early because she wanted to see somebody, and he had early practice this morning.”

  “Good Lord, this is worse than I thought . . . We’re alone, naked and you’re sexier than should be humanly possible.” She angled him into the water, casting one more glance at his dick. Fuck—it looked even bigger than a moment ago. He was killing her. Never in her life before now had she wanted to have several condoms on hand and in the shower. “You’re breaking my will, you know that?”

  “I hope I do . . .” He chuckled as water ran down his bangs, over his shoulders and much further down. A place she now refused to look at. If she looked again, her legs would be spread wide on her own, and he’d probably get her pregnant because she’d be damned if she wouldn’t beg him to come inside her more than once. She’d want to be dripping with his come all day long if she could.

  “Is it okay if I hold you? I’ll be gentle,” he promised.

  Her heart flooded, and it overflowed. Once more—it headed south. She squirmed in place.

  “I know you will.”

  “So, can I?” He reached out and ran the back of his hand down her right cheek. “Please?”

  “Yes,” she sighed.

  She went willingly into his arms. “I promise I’m not asking you—I’m not, but I want to touch your,” he leaned in and whispered, “your pussy. It’s so pretty—what I can see of it from here. And I dream about touching it all the time.” He pulled away, blushing. “Is that okay if I want to? Please say you’d like that, too. You’ve let me touch you there before in your bed, and you liked it then. But can I . . . Are you mad I called it that?” His face scrunched in concern.

  “You can call it whatever you want. I don’t care. I’ve heard it called every name its ever had. I’m just trying to get used to you talking at all while you try to seduce me,” she said, battling with her eyes that were screaming at her to look at his cock just one more time.

  Just once more. What would that hurt? He would like it, and she might be able to get off on that sight alone for the rest of this week when she masturbated in bed each night and each morning.

  He paled. “Is that bad? Am I turning you off? I don’t wanna do that.”

  “I doubt you could ever do anything that turns me off, Adam. I only said it so you’d know . . . Never mind.” She shook her head a little and rested her cheek on his wet chest.

  Okay, this was better.

  Well, not really. His dick was brushing up against her thigh.

  His very stiff, very wet dick. And oh shit! It was throbbing—had to be, because she felt it bobbing around on its own.

  “Know what?” He shook her a little. “Tell me. I wanna know.”

  “All the other guys I was ever with, they never asked me if anything was okay, if they were hurting me or if I even liked what they were doing. They didn’t care. So I blew them. It didn’t matter—I just wanted to get it over with so I could get my reward.” She paused. Her chest expanded as she took a filling breath. The steam was wonderful. It cleared her head. Even if it only lasted for a second, because he was rubbing himself up against her now. “I didn’t want to tell you all this, because no boyfriend wants to hear about his girl’s exes.”

  “But they weren’t your boyfriends, right?” His fingertips danced down her spine, pulling her into him, very subtly.

  “None of them were anything to me except Owen, and he was already taken.”

  He kissed her, and it went from sweet and slow, to urgent, as he groaned in pain.

  “I’m not supposed to say it’s sore, but it’s fat and hard. So heavy. The biggest and most engorged it’s ever been for you.” He furrowed his brow. “Do you feel pain at all when you want more of my body?”

  She smiled and patted his chest. “All the time, crazy man.”

  “I want to be a man with you.”

  “You are,” she said, her eyes sincere. “More so than any man I’ve ever met. You’re all man. I don’t see you as a child at all.”

  “No, I mean, I wanna do what my body’s meant to do,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I wanna be inside you.”

  She ignored the way her throat was tightening and how her heart hammered. “If you regret this tomorrow, the next day, or even twenty minutes from now . . . You tell me, okay?”

  His eyes flashed wide and then went heavy as his eyes simmered.

  “You’ll touch me? And I didn’t even ask?” he questioned, his voice squeaky.

  “Shut up, or I’ll change my mind.” She drifted her hand down his chest, played in his curls for a moment, knowing very well she might not be able to stop past touching and sucking. She wanted more. So much more.

  “Oh yes—God, I like this already,” he said through a long exhale.

  He breathed real hard, and his body moved around immediately. She worried he might lose his balance and slip.

  She bit the inside of her cheeks and lowered her hand.

  It was new to her. Even though she’d done this many times before, this was different. She wasn’t getting something worth money out of this. All she would receive was gratification over pleasing him and showing him how much she loved him. Plus, a very swollen, aching pussy she refused to acknowledge in this moment.

  Her strokes were long and light in case he needed a slow work up.

  Several times, whimpers caught in his throat. His legs shook, and the veins bulged in his neck as he gasped for air every few seconds.

  The louder he got, the firmer she touched him and the closer she got, pushing her body up against him—making sure her nipples were scraping across his chest.

  “You feel amazing in my hand, Adam. Did I ever tell you that before—that I think about the weight of you when I touch myself?”

  “N-no—you haven’t said that b-before.” He groaned and gripped her shoulders. “Say it again.”

  “Not right now, because I want to tell you something else.” Her chest tightened. She was being so bad right now, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. “You’re huge—everywhere.” She squeezed his cock. “And I love it.” Her tongue poked out and wetted her lips. “I want to taste you so bad. Taste that really big cock of yours. I’ve never seen anything so big and luscious before.”

  He made this dying, moaning sound and looked like he was about to double over to catch his breath.

  “Please—oh God—taste it? You’d do that?” His voice shook more so than his legs.

  “For you?” She nodded and licked her lips again.

  “Mar-i, please don’t stop. I’m saying—if you—you know what I—taste me!” His chest expanded as he took a large, shuddering gulp of air.

  He was the most sensual man ever, and his innocent charm made him insanely sexy.

  She was an inch away from him, and she held her breath. If she smelled him too, she’d beg him to let her end his virginity.

  Her eyes closed a second later to keep control. They scrunched in pain—it was torture to touch him like this and not go any further. But he’d already touched her and brought her to ecstasy. It was only fair he have it, too.

  So, she did the only decent thing she could—lowered herself to her knees, dragging her hands down his thighs to brace herself as she went. When she was all the way down, she gripped behind his knees for some support.

  The second her mouth was open ready to take him in, he leaned down and found a way to participate.

  “Oooohhhh,” she moaned, because his hands were on her breasts, and she wasn’t expecting him to be able to do anything more than absorb what she was doing to him.

  Her heart was rattling around that cage she called ribs—pounding at a furious rate.

  “Keep going,” he said, his voice thick
with need and a lot less shaky.

  His fingers fumbled on her nipples a little, but it made it that much hotter.

  She leaned in to kiss his thigh, but he backed away.

  He was concentrating, probably on being gentle so he wouldn’t harm her as he handled her breasts.

  Since kissing him there wasn’t an option, she spread his legs a little wider with her hands and extended her tongue, greeting his tip.

  The minute her lip brushed against his . . .

  “Hhhhuuuuh . . . Huuuuuuuh,” he hyperventilated and twitched, his whole body jerking.

  He ripped himself out of her grip.

  “I . . . I can’t . . . I need a minute.” He gasped.

  “If it’s too much, we can stop. We don’t have to continue,” she said.

  She caressed his calves and ankles.

  He turned away from her completely, and she could tell he was holding his shaft, almost protectively.

  “What’s wrong? Did I embarrass you somehow?”

  “No,” he said in a brusque tone. His shoulders hunched up, and his back rounded.

  “Am I allowed to touch you? I’m afraid the numbers are there,” she said in a soothing manner. She managed to heave herself up to standing. The minute she was erect and saw his shoulders trembling, her body almost rounded over his like a shell, to keep him safe.

  “There are a few numbers, but that’s not why . . .” He looked at her over his shoulder. “The fluid was about to come out—I was about to ejaculate—and I hate that word. I didn’t think you’d like me to get it on you. Especially not on your face.”

  She ran her fingers up the nape of his neck and into his hair. “Oh, sweetie . . . I’d love it if you’d get it on me and be messy wi—”

  Suddenly she was plastered up against the shower wall, his mouth was on hers and his erection was between her legs.

  No! You can’t!

  She wasn’t on birth control. Her legs automatically opened though, not listening to a damn word her mind was saying. Her breath trapped in her throat.

  “Oh, God, Adam, please!” She moaned, jutting her hips toward him.

  He pushed her legs back together, thrust between her thighs, sliding past her entrance and straight toward the shower wall. His whole body was one tightly coiled muscle straining and moving, pushing hard.

  Maybe she should stop this now and say it was a mistake?

  He grunted and kissed her with a bruising force. His neck snapped back. “Let me be with you. I want to, but I . . .”

  “Adam,” was all she could say, because she was worse than him. She couldn’t tell him no, but she couldn’t tell him yes either.

  “The pain . . . It’s so good, but it hurts. I’m gonna explode—my whole body, Mari,” he whimpered.

  His pleas from the torture crushed her heart.

  “Push between my legs harder.” She closed her legs up. “Give in to what your body’s meant to do. Pretend you’re inside my slick, inviting hole. My legs will give you friction. Fuck my thighs, sweetie. I want you to. And come all over me, okay?”

  “Oh, but I . . .” He made a choking sound on his breath, then sucked in with a hiss. “Okay, I’m gonna fuck, because it’s so hard not to.” He cried out.

  Was he in anguish over not wanting to hurt her?

  “Be as rough as you need to. It won’t harm me. I swear.” She gripped his thighs, yanking him to her—hard.

  His breathing went to shallow, labored pants. “Say you want to fuck, Mari. I want to hear that.”

  “I want to fuck you so bad—you don’t even know.” Her right leg spread open, teasing herself a little.

  He grabbed his dick at the base, then ground his dick into that inner thigh she just opened for him.

  “Your hole isn’t too far from this spot, is it?” He got in her face, his eyes right in front of hers.

  “It’s very close. Here—feel.” She took his hand off his cock, and moved his fingers to her sopping entrance.

  Without asking, he shoved two fingers inside. It was savage, and it was rough.

  She yelped with pleasure and smiled as he fingered her like he would die if he didn’t get in there soon.

  “It’s always this way—always so wet when I touch it. Jesus—it’s like my own juiciness when I squirt out my fluids after I stroke my dick a lot. Only you’re”—he groaned louder than ever—“you smell so much better.” He pulled his fingers out and sniffed at his glistening fingers.

  “Lick it.”

  His eyes flew open wide, but he didn’t shy away. He sucked those fingers into his mouth, making a grunt when he was done cleaning them off. “Oh, Mari . . . I like that taste. It’s very naughty—like us.”

  “If you let me put my tongue on you one more time real quick, then you can put yours directly on my pussy. Deal?” What was she saying? This was madness!

  She didn’t wait for a reply from her head or from him.

  In the next breath, she was on her knees and had him inside her mouth, sucking before he could back away.

  She held his ass this time, pressing him into her face.

  He was standing so rigid, she hoped it wasn’t because she was unwittingly hurting him. The whole goal was to make him feel unspeakable pleasure.

  His ragged breathing and fists of her hair said he was probably enjoying it, so she kept going. “Oh Christ!” he said through a clenched jaw.

  He watched her.

  She pulled back for a second and said, “Fuck my mouth, sweetie. Come on my tongue. I wanna taste all of you.”

  His eyes flashed wide once more, and his chest ballooned out as he took a huge, body-seizing breath.

  “Use my hair or my head to guide me as you thrust.”

  He looked hesitant.

  “Do it. I plan to do that to you when you taste me. Make it fair, sweetheart.” She caressed his ass cheeks.

  They clenched.

  His lips parted, his hands moved in slow motion as they gripped harder into her hair, and then a resolute look crossed his features.

  Thank God! He needed this so they could move on.

  Maybe he’d obsess a little less if he got off today with her.

  She inhaled at his pubes and nipped, licked and sucked her way back to his tip.

  By the time she got him to the back of her throat, he was chanting her name, “Mari—oh God, I like this. Mari—oh God, this feels good. Mari—oh God, I love you so much!”

  He took control, fucked her mouth with a few bursting thrusts, almost making her gag. She moaned, because goddammit, Adam was growling and now whispering, “Fuck—wet and tight. Like a pussy, I think.”

  Fucking Christ, he was making her crazy.

  Somehow he hadn’t come yet.

  How was he lasting this long?

  A few more rough jerks of her hair toward his crotch, and she moaned some more, increasing her suction.

  Her knees were in agony from the rough ground of the shower.

  But she kept going.

  Nothing seemed to tip him over the edge until her hands slid back up and she squeezed his ass as hard as she could.

  “Ohhhhh Ga-awww-awwwd!” he rasped, choked on the words and then . . . “Oooohhhhhuuuuuhhhh.” His whole body vibrated and convulsed.

  He yanked at her hair, pulling her mouth off him and then he spurted all over her lips and chin.

  Oh fuck! That was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. She tried to catch as much of it on her tongue as she could.

  She swiped at his leaking tip at the end of his orgasm, to get the last bits, but he giggled like a girl and hopped away.

  “Sensitive—Mari,” he told her, as if she should know better.

  She used her fingers to smear his come off her face and push it into her mouth, so she could be a greedy girl and taste as much of it as possible. Her lips made a smacking noise when she licked the last of it off her index finger.

  “Sorry.” She giggled higher pitched than he had. “Wasn’t thinking about that.”

  H
e helped her right up to standing and into his arms. “I love you more than any bird loves the trees. That was better than a donut and soda combined!” He squeezed her body into his.

  Their wet bodies made a funny squeaking, slapping noise.

  She hummed and held him close. “I know—because you’re the donut, and I’m the soda.”

  “I think so, too.” He rocked her in his arms.

  There were moments like this when she wanted to chain his family up for keeping him in the dark—let them see how it felt to be utterly sheltered. But at the same time, she was so honored to share these firsts with him, to watch him learn about his sexuality—it was spellbinding. She was privileged to be a part of it.

  She could feel his breath even out as it wafted over her shoulder, but as he came down from the rest of his lingering climax, she stayed overstimulated. Her heart was still racing, her whole body, wires crossing and firing, tripping her body into a frenzy.

  It didn’t matter, though. She wasn’t going to ruin this moment with reminding him to go down on her.

  That could wait. She was soaking up all his goodness, like a sponge when it first got wet and then loosened up its fibers when the moistness spread. He was definitely spreading through her, making her life better, more bearable and even filled with joy.

  Without realizing it, she was playing with his nipples, kissing his chest and rubbing her nose in his chest hairs.

  “I love you, and I hope that really was . . .” she swallowed hard—the lump in her throat was stuck from witnessing something so beautiful, making it hard to speak “. . . good for you. And that I wasn’t too rough or making you feel like you had to do things you didn’t feel comfortable with.” She stalled a little as she said it into his chest because it was difficult to say things like that. It was so incredibly intimate to ask him if he honestly liked it and wasn’t disgusted by what she’d just done to him. She already knew she sucked at this stuff. That’s why she was usually high on something before she performed for a guy.

  He gripped her by the shoulders, looking her in the eye. “I hope my family leaves early every single morning, because I wanna do that again, but next time without me backing off like a baby when you first come at my dick.”

  She kissed his chin, chuckled and said, “Next time I’m gonna feel it come bursting out of you, too—going straight down my throat.”