Chapter 36: Harley's orgasm crashes over her the moment Harmony gasps 'you feel so good, baby' - the unexpected endearment unraveling her completely as she bites Harmony's shoulder hard enough to bruise.
The silence in the kitchen was a living thing, thick and warm, woven from the threads of Ivy’s whispered “mi vida” and the salt-heavy air. Harley’s arms were still locked around Harmony’s waist from behind, her face a hidden pressure against Harmony’s neck. Ivy’s forehead remained pressed to Harmony’s, their breath mingling.
It was Ivy who broke the spell, her hands sliding from Harmony’s cheeks down to her shoulders, a deliberate, possessive descent. Her green eyes, when they opened, held a dark, hungry fire that had nothing to do with botany and everything to do with conquest.
“We’re not done,” Ivy stated, her voice a low thrum that vibrated through Harmony’s bones. It wasn’t a question.
Harley finally lifted her head, her blue eyes wide and glistening. “Fuck no, we’re not.” The vulnerability of moments before was gone, replaced by a feral grin. “We’ve got a whole new language to learn. Gotta practice pronunciation.”
She nipped at Harmony’s earlobe, making her gasp. In one fluid motion, Harley released her, and Ivy took her hand, leading her from the kitchen without another word. Their bare feet were silent on the worn floorboards, moving past the puddle of coffee and shattered ceramic as if it were nothing more than sea foam.
The master bedroom was awash in the late afternoon gold, the sheer curtains billowing like ghosts. The king-sized bed, a tangle of rumpled white sheets, seemed to wait for them. The hum of the ocean was louder here, a rhythmic pulse beneath the window.
Ivy didn’t lead her to the bed. She stopped in the center of the room, the sunlight catching the red of the rose still blooming at her shoulder. She turned Harmony to face her.
“Say it again,” Ivy commanded, her voice husky. “What she called you.”
Harmony’s heart hammered against her ribs. “Mi vida.”
Ivy’s eyes fluttered closed for a second, as if tasting the words. “Yes.” Her hands went to the hem of Harmony’s simple cotton top. “I want to hear it while I’m buried inside you.”
The crude, explicit statement, delivered with Ivy’s typical lethal calm, sent a jolt straight to Harmony’s core. She let Ivy undress her, the fabric sliding over her head and falling to the floor. Harley was already stripping, a whirlwind of motion, tossing her own clothes aside with reckless abandon.
Soon they were all bare skin and sharp intakes of breath in the golden light. Harley crawled onto the bed behind Harmony, her small, strong hands skating over Harmony’s hips and ass.
“Goddamn, look at you,” Harley breathed, spreading Harmony’s cheeks and leaning in to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the small of her back. Harmony jolted, a sharp cry escaping her.
Ivy watched, her expression one of intense ownership. She stepped forward, her fingers tangling in Harmony’s curly hair, not harshly, but with undeniable control. “On the bed. On your knees.”
Harmony obeyed, scrambling onto the soft mattress, the white sheets cool against her skin. Harley moved with her, positioning herself behind, her hands never leaving Harmony’s body. Ivy climbed onto the bed in front of her, her gaze holding Harmony’s captive.
“Now,” Ivy said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Talk to me, mi vida. I want to hear that pretty mouth.”
As she spoke, Ivy parted her own thighs, revealing the slick, glistening folds between her legs. The invitation was unmistakable.
A desperate, needy sound tore from Harmony’s throat. She surged forward, her hands gripping Ivy’s thighs to steady herself, and buried her face in Ivy’s cunt. The taste was earthy and potent, uniquely Ivy. She licked a long, slow stripe from bottom to top, her tongue flattening against Ivy’s clit.
Ivy’s head fell back, a guttural “Fuck,” hissing from her lips. Her hands fisted in Harmony’s hair, guiding her, holding her there.
Behind her, Harley was not idle. She spit onto her fingers, the sound crude and wet in the quiet room. “Gotta get you ready for me, Rabbit.” She pressed one slick finger against Harmony’s entrance, circling slowly, teasingly, before pushing just the tip inside.
Harmony moaned against Ivy’s flesh, the vibration making Ivy buck her hips. Harley chuckled, a dark, pleased sound. “Yeah, you like that? You like having your mouth full while I get your tight little cunt ready for my fingers?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She pushed her finger in deeper, all the way to the knuckle. Harmony cried out, her body arching, but Harley’s other hand clamped on her hip, holding her in place. “None of that. You stay right there and eat our girl out. Be a good little fucktoy.”
Harmony obeyed, her tongue working faster, lapping at Ivy’s clit, sucking the swollen bud into her mouth. Ivy was panting, her thighs trembling against Harmony’s ears, her hips moving in a ragged rhythm.
“That’s it, just like that,” Ivy gasped, her voice strangled. “Don’t stop.”
Harley added a second finger, stretching Harmony open. The burn was exquisite. Harley’s fingers were skilled, curling inside her, searching. She scissored them, stretching her wider. “So fucking tight for me. You gonna come all over my hand while you make her come on your face?”
The filthy talk, the dual sensations—it was too much. Harmony felt the coil of pleasure tightening deep in her belly. Her moans were muffled by Ivy’s pussy, her body shaking with the effort to hold still.
Harley found the spot. Her fingers crooked, pressing hard against that rough, spongy patch inside her. Harmony screamed, the sound swallowed by Ivy’s body.
“There it is,” Harley purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She began a relentless rhythm, pumping her fingers in and out, her palm slapping against Harmony’s ass with every thrust. “You gonna come, Harm? You gonna squirt all over my fucking hand? Do it. Do it for us.”
Ivy was close, her breaths coming in sharp, ragged pants. “I’m… I’m there, mi vida, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop—”
Harmony redoubled her efforts, her tongue a frantic, worshipful pressure on Ivy’s clit. She felt Ivy’s body lock up, a taut bowstring, and then a gush of wet heat flooded her mouth as Ivy came with a shattered cry, her whole body convulsing.
The taste, the sound, the feeling of Ivy pulsing around her tongue, was the final push Harmony needed. Her own orgasm ripped through her, violent and blinding. Her cunt clenched violently around Harley’s pumping fingers, her juices soaking Harley’s hand and wrist. She collapsed forward, her face still buried in Ivy’s thigh, sobbing through the waves of pleasure.
Harley slowly, gently, withdrew her fingers. She brought them to her mouth, licking them clean with a loud, obscene smack. “Fuck yeah. Tastes like victory.”
Ivy, spent and breathing heavily, gently tugged Harmony’s head up. Her face was flushed, her eyes hazy with aftershocks. She leaned down and kissed Harmony, deep and slow, tasting herself on Harmony’s lips.
“Good girl,” Ivy murmured against her mouth.
Harley moved then, nudging Harmony onto her back. The white sheets were damp beneath them. Harley’s eyes were dark with a new kind of hunger. She straddled Harmony’s hips, her own wetness slick against Harmony’s stomach.
“My turn,” Harley breathed, her voice rough with need. “I need to feel you. All of you.”
She reached between her own legs, guiding Harmony’s hand. “Touch me. Fuck me with your fingers. I want to feel how hard you can make me come.”
Harmony’s hand was still trembling, but she obeyed, sliding two fingers into Harley’s soaking heat. Harley threw her head back, a ragged moan tearing from her throat. “Yes! Just like that. Fuck, your fingers feel so good inside me.”
Harmony began to move her hand, a steady, driving rhythm. She watched, mesmerized, as Harley rode her hand, her petite body rocking, her breasts swaying. The sight was overwhelmingly erotic.
“Baby,” Harmony whispered, the word falling from her lips like a prayer.
Harley’s eyes snapped open. A tremor wracked her frame. “Say that again,” she demanded, her voice hoarse, her hips still grinding down on Harmony’s hand.
“Baby,” Harmony moaned, pushing her fingers deeper, curling them. “You feel so good, baby.”
It was as if she’d flipped a switch. Harley’s whole body went rigid. A broken, choked sound escaped her. Her cunt clenched around Harmony’s fingers in a series of violent, rhythmic spasms. Her back arched, her head thrown back, and a gush of liquid heat drenched Harmony’s hand and wrist as she came, untouched, her climax triggered solely by the word.
She collapsed forward onto Harmony’s chest, her body limp and shuddering. “Holy shit,” she panted into Harmony’s skin. “Holy fucking shit.”
Ivy watched from the side, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her face. She trailed a finger through the mess on Harmony’s stomach. “It seems we’ve discovered a new trigger,” she mused, her voice laced with dark amusement.
They lay there together, a tangled, sweaty, sated heap in the center of the large bed. The sun was lower now, casting long, deep shadows across the room. The ocean’s rhythm was the only sound, a constant, breathing presence.
Harley finally lifted her head, her makeup smeared, her hair a wild mess. She looked down at Harmony, her expression a complex mix of awe, lust, and something dangerously close to reverence.
“No one’s ever…” Harley began, then shook her head, unable to finish the sentence. She dipped her head and kissed Harmony, a deep, claiming, messy kiss. When she pulled away, her blue eyes were blazing. “You’re ours.”
Harmony looked from Harley’s fierce possession to Ivy’s calm, predatory satisfaction. The girl who had hidden her language, her past, her whole self, was now seen in a way she had never been before. They didn’t just want her body; they wanted the secrets that made her come apart.
She was no longer just Harmony from Arkham. She was their mi vida.
And as the last of the sunlight bled from the sky, she knew, with a thrilling, terrifying certainty, that she would never be able to hide from them again.