He lifted a brow. “But?”
“Kiss me while you do it.”
He nodded and gave more pressure with still one fingertip. “Was that so hard?”
My body slackened against the relief of him actually touching me, but it still wasn’t enough. I moved my hands from my knees to his shoulders and my hips searched for more friction. “Harlan.”
“Easy,” he warned. “If you’re good, I’ll give you one of those things you asked for.”
“Which one? Do I only get one?”
He smirked and touched his tongue to his lip. “Something you asked for last time if you keep your legs open and stop trying to take more from me. Take what I give you. I know you can if you put your mind to it.”
“Fuck you,” I groaned.
“If you’re lucky, I might.” He punctuated his assholery with a peck to my lips.
I fisted the open sides of his coat to keep myself from moving. “I can’t fucking stand you.”
His smile grew and his eyes widened. “I know. That’s the best part.” He watched my face intently as he continued his work. “Look at that. You can’t stand me but you’re so good for me. What’s that about?”
I opened my mouth to respond and he mirrored me to mock me, but I couldn’t speak.
“What’s that? Pussy got your tongue?”
“Oh my god.” I slumped away from him and shoved his shirt away from my hands. “How am I supposed to take you seriously?”
He showed me how. A swift, wet smack hit my clit. It made me sit up straight, the stinging pleasure stealing my breath. “Listening now?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I managed through my worked-up haze.
His hand landed on my throat to bring my attention back to his face. “My good girl’s back.” He slid his fingers beyond the waistband of his pants, shoving them down and letting his cock spring free. “You earned your treat.”
I wish I could say I held it together, but I was a panting, begging mess. His height perfectly aligned with my hips on the counter, where he fit his cock against me. The pressure of each rung of his ladder passed along my slit. Harlan rolled his hips and just like in the hot tub, the piercings passed up and down my clit. His name was a plea on my lips.
“Is that good?”
“So good,” I said, sweat prickling over my skin.
“This a good reward? Is this what you were after?”
He grabbed the center of my bralette and pulled down until my breasts were freed, taking a moment to dip his head and suck a nipple.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip as my pussy clenched around nothing. A lazy smile broke over my lips. “I still want you inside.”
He pressed his hand against the base of my spine, forcing us closer together. “This isn’t enough for you? Greediest princess I ever met.”
I cried out as the pleasure mounted, the sensations becoming overwhelming: the stretch of my inner thighs, the intensity of his piercings on my clit, the fire building deep inside me.
“Harlan, please.”
“You still need more? How about this?” His hips pumped faster, my whole body jolting with the aftershock and shifting me to the point that I was more on him than the counter. He took it in stride, winding my legs around his waist and snapping his hips harder.Slam. Slam. Slam.
“I’m so close,” I warned.
Harlan’s eyes lit up before he sealed his lips to mine, fulfilling my wish to have him kiss me while I came. He propped me back on the counter’s edge, using a hand on my thigh as leverage while his other hand laced with mine. I fought a swoon because it was such a tender motion from such an aggressive lover.
“Keep coming, I’m almost with you.” His hair fell over his forehead as he watched where he glided along my folds. “Fuck, fuck.”