Your chest pressed against the washing machine, your breath hitching as strong hands roamed your body. The laundry basket lay forgotten, clothes scattered across the floor—an afterthought to the heat radiating between you.
“Harvey, I need to finish the laundry,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
His grip at your throat tightened just enough to make you shiver, his other hand sliding slowly down your thigh, possessive and unyielding.
“Not now,” he murmured against your ear, fingers teasing where you ached for more. “It’s time.”
“Time for what?” you whimpered, your voice trembling with anticipation. His grip on your neck wasn’t tight, but the firm pressure sent a thrill down your spine.
Harvey pressed himself against you, his arousal unmistakable as he ground into you. “I listen to you all day,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Now, you listen to me.”
You let out a shaky breath. “My whole job is doing what you want,” you countered, but your words barely held weight as his fingers worked you over, drawing a shudder from deep within.
His hand flexed around your throat, a silent warning. “Pants off,” he ordered, his touch vanishing, leaving you burning for more.
You shifted, instinctively turning your head, but before you could meet his gaze, he was on you again—his grip firm, his body a barrier against any movement. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, low and dangerous, “Did I tell you to move?”
“N-no,” you whimpered, another shiver coursing through you. Harvey remained close, his presence overwhelming as you slowly undid your pants, letting them slide down your legs before kicking them aside.
“Good,” he murmured, his voice a pleased purr. “Stay just like that.”
You obeyed, pressing against the wall as the unmistakable sound of his zipper being undone sent a rush of heat through you. This wasn’t the first time, but something about his energy tonight was different—darker, more demanding. It might have unsettled you if not for the way anticipation coiled low in your stomach.
A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he positioned his dick between your thighs, teasing with slow, deliberate movements. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your hips jerk on instinct.
Harvey growled, his grip tightening at your waist to still you. “Did I say you could move?”
“S-sorry, Harveyy,” you breathed, your voice laced with need. “Please… let me?”
He chuckled in a low voice, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. A single finger traced the curve of your back, guiding you forward. “Bend over.”
You obeyed without hesitation, bracing your hands against the wall. His touch roamed over you, teasing, testing, savoring the way you trembled beneath him. He pressed against you, his breath heavy behind the mask as he let out a quiet groan.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that.”
“Fuck.” He whispered, beginning to thrust quickly and roughly.
Moaning, you pressed your hands harder against the wall, his speed making your breath come out in pants. The only other sound was of skin on skin, driving Harvey crazy as his animalistic urges took over.
Harvey’ grip on your hips tightened as he bucked his hips into you, pressing his chest against your back as he fucked you. The sound of his heavy breath behind his mask only spurred you on. Ignoring his previous instructions, you moved your hips desperately against his.
“Harder!” You gasped, pushing back against him, desperate for deeper friction.
Harvey didn’t hesitate. With a low growl, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed you firmly against the wall. The shift sent a sharp cry tumbling from your lips, his movements now hitting a spot that made you tremble.
A wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body tightening as his grip on you became almost desperate. Your breath came in ragged gasps, his name falling from your lips as you shuddered against him.
Harvey held you close, his own breath heavy and uneven, his arms tightening around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The warmth of him, the way he clung to you—it sent another shiver through you.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, only the sound of heavy breathing filling the space between you. Then, finally, he whispered against your skin, his voice rough yet almost tender.
“Mine.”
