Into You Series: The Complete Collection

15. Saria

CHAPTER 15

SARIA

I ’m an absolute mess by the time Harry parks the car.

His fingers exit my skirt to move the stick to park, and then we just sit there. I’m still breathing heavy. My heart is pounding in my chest. I’m spent from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me. My stomach feels drained of energy, and yet I want more. I’ve only had a taste, and based on how hard he feels in my hand, how he’s shifting in his seat, allowing me to stroke the outside of his boxers, I want more.

Harry turns his head to me, relaxing against the headrest as I continue to move my hand over him. His eyes are black, the irises blown out and his chest rising and falling quickly.

I unbuckle myself, crawling over the center console and settling myself onto his lap. I steady my knees on either side of him, keeping myself raised so I have room to continue stroking him with my palm.

His hands clutch my hips. His eyes don’t leave mine, and I know he’s just wanting to see how I react as my skirt slides up under his touch.

“Was that good?” he asks, curling a finger into either side of my panties as he tugs them down. My eyes dart between his, the seriousness tugging his eyebrows together. He’s concentrating on what he’s doing, and he knows what he’s doing, but he wants to hear me say it.

“Yes,” I answer.

He gathers my skirt on one side to clutch in his fist, lifting it so that I’m completely bared to him. He breaks eye contact for just an instant to look at me. All of me. No skirt covering. No panties. Just me.

He licks his lips, an animal ready to feast. I find my way to the waistband of his boxers and shimmy my hand beneath them, following the line of hair from his hard stomach down beneath the fabric.

Harry’s head tilts back and his eyes close as I run my palm down the length of him once more. I revel in the moment, watching him relax under my touch, feeling the power dynamic shift just as easily as it started moments ago.

And then, as if taken out from a daze, he growls, leaning back in his seat and using his free hand to spread my legs out farther, pull me forward, and bury his mouth against me.

The sensation. Oh wow , the sensation. If I thought he was great with his fingers, his tongue has no competition. It strokes every bit of me, licking my most sensitive area with both fervor and finesse. He knows where to go with that tongue of his, and he devours me.

Throwing my head back, I take my free hand to curl into his hair.

“Oh Harry.” He answers with a low moan and a small bite. My thigh jolts with energy at the slight bit of pain. Didn’t know I was into that.

I can feel my stomach tightening again, the throb in my hips narrowing down between my thighs. I’m going to orgasm for a second time, but I like to think I’m more giving than that.

I push his head away so he looks up at me. He’s a man lost, snapped into submission between my legs.

When I smile down at him, it’s like he can read my mind.

“Come on,” he growls, sliding my panties back up my legs and releasing my skirt from his hold.

We stumble out of the car, and he unlocks the side door into the garage. I can’t help myself from touching him as I stand there waiting. I place kiss after kiss all along his muscled back, inching the blazer off his shoulders, kissing his collar, raising his shirt, bending down to lick his abs.

Harry groans, pushing the door inward. I stand, but he doesn’t give an extra second of time to act before he grabs me under my thighs and hoists me over his shoulder.

He kicks the door closed behind him, bypassing the stairs up to his apartment and instead carrying me to the opposite end of the garage. As I bounce on his shoulder, I can see the flooring beneath me. It’s dark and the only lights on are the emergency lights lining the floor around the vehicles. There’s only my van and some customer’s old junker from the day before. When he places me down, I land on the metal workbench. I can feel the cold surface under my skirt. It’s a stark contrast to the warmth I feel beneath my underwear. The contrasting temperatures put my nerves on a delightful edge.

Harry tilts my chin up between his fingers, planting a soft, small kiss on my lips. Tender. Sweet. But, the lingering of it tells an entirely different story.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks. It’s low, gruff, and demanding. So unlike Harry, but a perfect reflection of who he was weeks ago. He’s a different person after hours, but he’s exactly my kind of person.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly, leaning back on my hands so my breasts are out on display.

Harry inhales sharply, roughly palming one. I sink below him, the pressure of him on my nipple setting my already testy nerves aflame.

“Do you like that?” he asks, leaning forward to whisper in my ear. My nipples grow hard with the feel of his breath on my neck.

“I want more,” I insist.

His hand winds up my skirt once again, gripping my underwear and tugging it down to my ankles. I rub my feet together to work it over my boots and onto the floor. He sends two fingers into me again and I arch back at the touch.

“Like that?” he asks.

“More,” I say again, seeing just how far I can push him.

He removes his hand, cupping my bare ass with both palms and dragging me down the table and off it. He spins me around, running a hand over my back to slide me over the table. I press into his crotch, and I hear the sound of his pants being shucked to the floor.

There’s the sound of a wrapper, the rip of it, and then the snap of Harry rolling the condom down onto him.

When I feel him again, it’s just the tip against me.

“This?” he asks, teasing my entrance.

I want it. I want all of it. I want him to do things that mean I can’t stand tomorrow. But I decide to be a good girl and say none of this. Instead, I follow up with my consistent request.

“More.”

And with that, he thrusts into me.

It isn’t all of him. I know what all of him feels like. It’s just enough to get the message across, the clear indication that he is giving me exactly what I want. And god, does it feel good.

The desk rattles beneath us as he pounds into me again, a little bit farther this time. I can feel him filling me up more and more with each thrust, and every time the rush of energy soars through me anew, lighting up every nerve ending in my body.

With one hand on my hip, his other finds its way up my skirt and into my dress, where he takes my nipple between two fingers. He runs circles over it, still grinding harder and harder into me.

The combination is thrilling. The feel of his bench shifting beneath us is crude and wonderful. The sounds of his tools clanking down on the floor from the table is the symphony to our bodies slapping together.

I come fast. He follows shortly behind, breathing heavy and bending at the waist to fall over me.

I can feel how sweaty we both are, but it’s only that nasty sense of accomplishment that spurs me to edge my ass against his crotch.

Harry chuckles, giving me a quick whack that tightens the muscles between my legs.

“I could go again,” I say.

“You’re too spry for me, princess.”

I smile. “Then wear me out.”