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  “So, what’s next?” I finally asked, trying not to stare at the bag Harlan now carried.

  His lips twitched and he glanced down at me. “It’s still early, and I haven’t been to the seawall yet this summer. Will you walk it with me?”

  “Sure. That sounds nice.”

  As nice as it sounded, it wasn’t what I really wanted to do, but what was I going to say—“No, I want to take you home and fuck you?”

  It wasn’t far to Stanley Park, where the five-mile seawall traveled the edge of the park, but we caught a taxi anyway.

  Once we settled in the backseat Harlan’s hand crept up my thigh. “Are you wearing underwear, Kelsey?”

  Butterflies batted against my stomach and I nodded. “A thong.”

  “Take it off.”

  Excitement zinged through me and my nipples throbbed. “Why don’t you take it off for me?” I asked.

  His eyes narrowed but he rose to the challenge. Not bothering to try and be subtle or hide what he was doing from the driver, he reached across my lap, slid both hands under my skirt and grabbed the elastic resting on my hips. “Lift,” he commanded.

  I lifted and he pulled, skimming them right down my legs and off.

  I’d been hoping for a quick nudge or tickle while his hands were under there, but no such luck. “You really get off on torturing me, don’t you?”

  “You have no idea what torture is like.” One side of his mouth lifted in a half smile. “But you will.”

  Heat crept up my neck and flooded my cheeks when he lifted my damp panties to his face and inhaled.

  Harlan didn’t say anything; he just put the panties away in the bag with the silk scarves, and then reached for my hand again. Only this time he didn’t put it on his thigh. He brought it over his lap and put it directly on his zipper.

  The hardness there burned against my hand and I’d just started to play with the zipper tab when the taxi pulled into the park. It was a warm and bright Sunday, and the place was packed with walkers, bikers, and tourists taking pictures of . . . everything.

  We got out and walked along for a bit, gazing out at the ocean, not talking, just holding hands like teenagers. The butterflies disappeared, my arousal lowering to a steady hum, kept lightly on edge because I had no panties on.

  We walked, the sun warm on my face, and a strange peacefulness came over me. There was no pressure to talk, to question or converse. No hunger to do more than we were doing.

  Never had I felt so comfortable with another person. Not even Dee or Ariel.

  Not far along the seawall Harlan veered off the track to follow one of the forest trails.

  “Harlan?”

  “What?” he glanced at me. “You scared to go to a less public place with me?”

  The question was said with humor, but the gleam in his eyes promised a seriously good time. Adrenaline roared front and center and I was suddenly hyperaware of my bare pussy.

  The trail wasn’t steep, or overly hard to navigate, but the farther from the water’s edge and the deeper into the forest, the fewer people we passed. And the faster Harlan walked.

  He let go of my hand and moved in front of me, which I did not mind at all because the view of his denim-covered ass was much better than any flora or fauna we passed.

  “C’mon, Kelsey,” he urged in a silky voice when I started to fall behind.

  “Harlan, as much as I’m enjoying the view of your amazing ass, I have a short skirt and leather boots on. I am not dressed for hiking a trail.”

  He turned to smile at me. “And no panties. I haven’t forgotten that very important fact, and you shouldn’t either.”

  Ohhhh, it was that kind of walk we were on.

  “Promises, promises,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear. But new energy filled me and I started walking again.

  The trees shaded the path and Harlan confidently pointed out the different types of trees and the occasional wildflower. A cute squirrel crossed the path just in front of us and ran up a nearby tree. Just as I was getting into the images of naked frolicking in a public park that were flittering through my mind, the trail began getting rough.

  Maybe because Harlan had turned off the trail and was veering into a patch of dense trees.

  I was only three steps behind him, and when a tree branch snapped back and hit me in the chest I threw up my hands. “That’s it!” I cried, stumbling a little, breathless and sweaty. Not even the promise of naked frolicking was worth this.

  Hands reached through the trees and gripped my arms, pulling me through and bringing me against a rock-hard chest. Holding me to his solid chest, he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “Done, my girl. Now you get your reward.”

  His lips locked onto mine and I gave up my fight for breath. This kind of breathlessness I enjoyed. Firm hands slid down my back and gave my ass cheeks a hard squeeze.

  Harlan was already hard and the feel of his throbbing cock pressing against my belly made my tired body hum with anticipation. Gripping his wide shoulders, I sagged against him and let him ravage my mouth.

  Even though I wanted to fuck energetically in the sunshine, after that little jaunt through the woods, I didn’t have the energy to do much more than spread my legs for him.

  As if sensing this, Harlan dragged his lips across my cheek, and whispered in my ear, “Poor little horny girl. You had a hard time on the trail, didn’t you?”

  I nodded and tilted my head back. Taking the hint, Harlan trailed his lips across my throat. After giving my ass a final squeeze one hand slid up my body to cup a breast. My nipple hardened beneath the thin T-shirt, pouting for attention, and I whimpered in need.

  He backed me up a couple of steps until I felt the solid roughness of a fallen tree against my bare calves. “I want you to sit down on this log and I’ll make you forget all about the trail, and the people still on it.”

  God, he knew just the right thing to say to get my juices flowing. “Do people come this way?”

  He gripped the hem of my skirt, and when I sat, the skirt lifted so that my bare bottom scraped on the rough bark of the fallen tree log. “Someone is going to come. Again and again, I promise.”

  With a wicked smile he dropped to the ground in front of me and spread my knees apart. Leaning forward, he cut off any other protest with an openmouthed kiss that caused all thoughts of discovery to flee from my mind. When he pulled back he lifted my T-shirt and pushed down the cups of my bra until my tits plumped up over the edge, nipples flushed, hard, and aching.

  He lowered his mouth to one nipple and rolled the other around with thumb and forefinger. Each pinch on one was countered with a sharp bite on the other. My whimpers and gasps drowned out the nearby singing birds as sharp arrows of pleasure shot from my nipples to my core.

  The hard ridge of Harlan’s erection pressed against my pussy and I rubbed against him like a cat in heat. A deep groan rumbled out of him as he pulled his mouth from my tit and shifted away. Without any further foreplay he used his thumbs to spread my plump pussy lips crudely apart and placed his mouth directly on my exposed clit. A jolt shot through me, straightening my spine and spreading my legs wider.

  He didn’t thrust any fingers in, or even pay any attention to my entrance, he focused completely on the rigid button now poking out from its protective hood. He sucked and the ring piercing pulled roughly, he nibbled and shivers of delight danced through my body. He alternated sucking and biting until waves of pleasure crashed over me and I cried out.

  When the waves dissipated I became aware that Harlan was gently lapping at the juices that flowed freely from my cunt, and the tightness deep in my belly signaled another orgasm was close. A stiff finger thrust inside my tunnel as his tongue began working my hard nub again. A second finger soon joined the first and the thrusts picked up. My hips rocked forward and my fingers tangled in his hair, clutching him firmly to me as another set of waves crashed over me.

  “Feel better?” he asked when I could breathe normally again. His h
ands cupped my head and he placed a soft kiss on my lips.

  “Uh-huh,” I hummed in response, tasting myself on his lips and tongue.

  “My turn now.” He pulled me off the log and instructed me to bend over it, tilting my bare ass into the cool fresh air. “Look at that view, eh? Awesome.” A firm hand caressed my exposed cheeks and I wondered if he was talking about his view, or mine.

  My breasts scraped against the log as I positioned myself and looked at the view for the first time. It really was an impressive sight. A peaceful haven in the middle of a crowded park. I could see the ocean beyond the trees and for the first time I wondered just how far we’d gone from the actual seawall. We’d walked for a while, but the trail had been pretty twisted. I heard the cries of kids playing on the beach blend with the birds singing and wondered briefly if they could hear my cries of pleasure down at the water.

  The rasp of a zipper echoed loudly in our small clearing and I shook my ass in anticipation. Harlan growled in appreciation and I grinned. A firm hand smacked one of my cheeks sharply and I yelped.

  “You have an amazing ass, girl.”

  I glanced over my shoulder and our eyes met and held. The pure want in his eyes sparked a flame deep inside me, in a place that had never before been touched. My heart stuttered and I tore my gaze away, instinctively wiggling my ass at him again.

  Needing no further encouragement, a firm hand gripped my hip while another guided his impressive length into me. Once inside my slick tunnel he anchored both hands on my hips and immediately began a steady rhythm. With every thrust my tits swayed and brushed my sensitized nipples against the log.

  “Oh fuck, yeah, fuck. That’s it,” I urged him on. “Harder.”

  Harlan thrust faster, one of his hands leaving my hips to slide up my back and grip my shoulder, bracing me. Guttural grunts and groans floated away on the breeze as the walls of my cunt clenched hungrily. I was going to come again. Soon.

  Harlan was puffing like a steam engine going uphill so I braced my hands firmly on the other side of the log, arched my back, rolled my hips and felt his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside me.

  “Ugh,” he grunted.

  His hands tightened their grip on my body and he slammed into me a final time, holding us tight together as the cock inside me swelled and throbbed hotly. The walls of my cunt clenched in answer to his orgasm and my eyes slid closed as my own ripped through my body.

  I collapsed onto the log, Harlan’s body covering mine. With his head resting between my shoulder blades we looked out at the trees and I figured that for sure someone had heard our cries carried away by the breeze. I hoped so anyway.

  27

  The walk back was a lot easier and slower after our little bush escapade. As soon as we exited the trail and were in the open, Harlan wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kept me tight to his side.

  Catching a cab was no trouble, and we picked up a pizza on the way home. There was no question of the date ending when we climbed out of the cab, but Harlan surprised me by leading me to his place instead of mine.

  “Oh, I get to see the artist’s lair, do I?”

  “If you’re a good girl I might even show you some art.”

  “A good girl, huh?” I tilted my head and licked my lips suggestively. “I got the impression you liked the bad girl in me.”

  He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tight against him. “I like all of you. Good girl, bad girl, greedy girl, and horny girl.” He kissed me fast and hard then set me aside. He handed me the pizza box and the bag of silk scarves so he could unlock the door.

  I followed him up a set of stairs and down a very dim hall.

  The building wasn’t new by any means, and it showed. The halls were dim and the carpet beneath our feet worn. Someone in the building was cooking curry and my stomach growled loudly.

  Harlan chuckled. “Two more minutes,” he said.

  “It’s the curry,” I explained. “Even if I wasn’t hungry, which I am, the scent of curry always sends my gut into a panic for food.”

  “A good panic? Do you like curry, or not like it?” He opened to door to his place and waved me in.

  “I love curry. I spent a few months in India and became addicted.”

  All thoughts fled as I stared around Harlan’s loft. It was amazing. Open and airy, it was half painter’s studio and half industrial warehouse bedroom style. Ignoring my rumbling stomach I wandered the room. A king-sized bed was against the far wall, its rumpled sheets looking very inviting. The black iron headboard and footboard brought the silk scarves to mind and my pussy clenched.

  There was a black iron clothing rack, and a big folding screen that could obviously be extended to create a wall between the bed and the rest of the room.

  An overstuffed sofa and two armchairs were arranged in the middle of the room with a TV, stereo, and entertainment center set up against the wall.

  “Kitchen’s this way,” Harlan said, reaching for my hand.

  I took his hand and wondered if he’d deliberately interrupted my gazing then, just as my feet had started for the area that was obviously his workspace.

  The kitchen followed the same open concept as the rest of the place. The stainless steel fridge and stove making it look all industrial and clean. Harlan set the pizza on the island and waved me to a stool. I sat and opened the box.

  “I’ve got coffee, orange juice, beer, or water. What would you like to drink?” he asked as he pulled plates from the cupboard.

  Beyond being polite or shy, I reached for the biggest piece of pepperoni pizza I could see, and started munching.

  After setting a couple of glasses of juice on the counter, Harlan parked himself on the stool next to me and we ate in silence. Once the initial hunger was satisfied I picked up a second slice and glanced at him. “Why do you keep beer in the fridge if you don’t drink?”

  “Occasionally I have friends over who do drink.”

  “So it’s not that you think drinking is all bad, you yourself just don’t do it.”

  “I think social drinking is fine, even though I myself don’t do it.”

  We were quiet for another minute, and I argued with myself about whether I was being too nosy. I didn’t want to piss him off, or insult him, but I found that I did want to get to know him.

  Finally, I gave in and opened my mouth. “Will you tell me why you don’t drink?”

  “Are you sure you really want to know?”

  “Sure. Why wouldn’t I?”

  He chewed for a minute, thinking. Then he put down his pizza and met my gaze. “People think drinking makes them feel better, but in reality alcohol is a depressant. It doesn’t make a person’s problems or feelings go away, it only masks them for a time. And when it stops masking them, people drink more, until they become either self-destructive, or completely uncaring.”

  I straightened. “You think everyone who drinks is going to turn into an alcoholic?”

  He shook his head. “No. But I do think some people are predisposed to becoming one. Like I am.”

  Whoa!

  He must’ve read my thoughts on my face because a rusty chuckle escaped him and he shook his head again. “No, I’m not an alcoholic. But I do have a bit of an addictive personality. I tend to jump into everything I do, wholeheartedly, and that includes drinking, and drugs.” He smiled at her. “We’re alike in that way.”

  I didn’t know what to think. I guess I should’ve known that asking questions like that would bring us into some serious territory, but I hadn’t thought.

  What was I supposed to say to his confession? Or was his confession even the point of what he said? Sure I drank a lot, but I wasn’t an alcoholic. I was drinking juice instead of beer, wasn’t I?

  Shit. It was time to switch gears. “We’re alike, huh? Does that mean you’re feeling the need to get naked again too?”

  Harlan threw back his head and laughed, and my spirit lightened. Then he stood abruptly and suddenly I was upside down over his
shoulder, staring at his ass.

  “Such a greedy girl,” he said. One arm wrapped around my legs, and a warm hand slid up the back of my thigh as he left the kitchen and moved through the loft. “It’s a good thing I think I’m addicted to you.”

  The hand cupped my bare ass cheek and patted it lightly . . . then suddenly his hand came down a bit harder, making me gasp as cream slicked my pussy.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked.

  I thought he was going for the bed, but instead, he set me down in the middle of the room, in front of the sofa. “Strip,” he ordered.

  Part of me wanted to challenge the order, but more of me loved the fire in his eyes and was eager to play. I got rid of my shirt in one smooth move, and then dropped my skirt. I stood there in nothing but my bra and my boots, feeling unbelievably naughty and sexy.

  Harlan’s eyes swept over me, causing my nipples to peak and my clit to throb.

  “As much as I love to have you watch me,” I said as I reached for him, “I was hoping we could both get naked this time.”

  I got his shirt off before he whipped off his belt and told me to turn around. “Knees on the edge of the sofa, hands on the back of it,” he said. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do to you for a while.”

  Breath rasping in my throat, I turned and did as he asked.

  “So pretty, all this white skin. It’s almost a shame to mark it.” He trailed the end of his belt down my back and over my buttocks teasingly. I arched my back and thrust my ass out farther, making him laugh. “I said almost.”

  Then he hit me.

  Not with the belt, but with his hand.

  More slaps were quick to follow and soon there was no denying that getting spanked turned me on more than ever before. I squirmed and sighed, arching my back, wiggling my ass, and spreading my thighs in blatant invitation to be touched. But Harlan didn’t stop.

  His slaps softened a bit, and then lowered so that his hand was landing on the under curve of my cheeks and his fingertips were landing on my swollen pussy lips.