Page 81 of Betraying Him
But I don’t care.
No, I crave the pain as much as I crave the pleasure. He might not hate me anymore, but he sure as hell fucks me like he does, and I’m thankful for it.
My cries and his grunts float in the air between us, neither of us bothering to try and keep quiet even though we’re in a very public place, but it just makes it all the more exciting.
My breaths are coming out fast and choppy, much like thewaves beneath us, and I’m so close. So close, but not quite there.
“Harley,” I call out. “I need more. I need… I need…”
“I’ve got you, little devil. I know exactly what you need.”
And he does, because his fingers find my clit.
He rubs in fast circles, the hand on my hair tightening further, and all of the added sensations send me careening over the edge. My core tightens as my vision whites out, and I let out a long moan as my orgasm crashes into me, sending me spiraling until I feel like I’m floating.
I hear Harley groan as he comes right alongside me, his movement stilted as he fills me with his cum, but I can barely focus on him when it feels like my orgasm is going on forever. It seems like it’ll never end, my entire body trembling as my heart almost beats out of my chest.
It takes a while, but I finally come down from the high, panting as Harley’s body covers my back and he buries his head in my hair.
“Jesus,” I wheeze, and he laughs. It’s unrestrained and free, and I can’t help but smile. It’s been so long since I’ve heard him sound so…himself.
“We should probably head back to campus,” I murmur and feel him nod, but he doesn’t move.
“Harley,” I warn, and he whines.
“I don’t wanna.”
“But you gotta.”
“Fuck, fine,” he huffs and pulls away from me. I go to step back from the railing, but his palm on my back stops me, and I stand there silently as he pulls up my panties and leggings.
“Sorry, we don’t have anything for you to properly clean up with,” he mutters. “You’re gonna be uncomfortable as fuck for the drive home.”
I shrug. “I’ve been in worse situations. I’ll live.”
“C’mon.” He wraps his arm around my shoulder as we start walking across the pier, luckily not seeing a single person.
“I like it here,” I whisper, and he bobs his head.
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
My walk is awkward, since I can feel his release literally dripping from me, and it makes me cringe. He must notice because he stops suddenly and then… crouches?
“What are you doing?”
He huffs and gestures with his hands, though I have no idea what he’s trying to signal to me. “Get on my back, and I’ll piggyback you the rest of the way.”
“You want to give me a piggyback,” I state dryly.
“Yes, Sav. I wanna carry you, so hop on up, buttercup.”
I groan. “Not the stupid nicknames again,” I mutter, and in true Harley fashion, he cackles at my obvious disgust.
“Just get on my back, Savannah,” he mutters, clearly losing patience.
I climb on, and he stands, pulling my legs tightly around him, and I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning down to rest my cheek across the top of his head before he starts walking again.
Once we get to the car park, Harley looks around. “Where’s your car?”
