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Me?
Or is he just curious like everyone else at our school?
Ugh what a crappy day. If it wasn’t Easton, who did it? Who has that much time on their hands in the first place? Embarrassment hits me fast and hard as I remember how everything fell out of my locker and how everyone saw.
Andddd I still have seven months of the school year left, which means this could happen again and again unless we figure out who did it
“You hungry?” Easton asks once we’re on the street.
“Huh? What?” I frown.
His smile is more of a smirk, devastating as he bites down on the bottom of his lip before taking a right towards downtown.
“It’s a simple question.”
“I don’t know if I can eat right now.” I sigh.
“I want to just
“
My voice trails off.
I feel anxious.
Off balance.
Everything seems so out of focus right now that it’s hard to breathe, it’s hard to even inhale because with every single breath I smell him, I feel him, and I want him.
And I shouldn’t.
My brother would kill both of us.
Plus he’s an asshole, both my brother and Easton and yet I can’t stop the way my heart races every single time I glance over at him.
Easton curses under his breath and turns on the music. Great my not being hungry somehow pissed him off. How could I ever think that this could be anything but madness between us?
He passes my street.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re shaking.”
“Am I?” I looked down at my hands, he’s right, I had no idea. Is that why he asked if I was hungry? I’m still staring at my shaking hands and my black chipped nail polish when the Jeep turns off and he turns to face me, seatbelt off.
“Who hates you?” His question catches me off guard.
“You mean other than you?” I look around. We’re not at my house, we’re also not at a fast food restaurant.
We’re at his house.
In his driveway
I stare up at the giant home.
Where everything came crumbling down, where he upped his meanness past what had been normal in the past..
“I don’t hate you.” He says it quietly and then he’s opening his door and slamming it like his actions can’t help but show annoyance and hate despite what words are tumbling out of his mouth.
Was he really not taking me home?
Without any other choices, I get out of the Jeep and follow him inside, rolling my eyes because he doesn’t even turn around to see if I’m following, he just assumes that any girl with eyes and a pulse would dumbly jump off a cliff for him if he asked.
I hate that I don’t even hesitate as I go through the front door and continue to follow him into his massive kitchen.
I don’t ask if his parents are home-l assume they rarely are from what Ryan’s said in the past.
It looks different without everyone partying.
Emptier.
Sadder.
“It was probably one of the girls -” He pulls out a bar stool and hops onto the white granite countertop.
“Bitches be crazy.
I crack a smile.
“Did you really just say bitches be crazy?”
“Made you laugh.” He winks.
“You’re an idiot.”
“Thank you.” He presses a hand to his chest and stares at me, it’s the sort of stare I always wanted from him, it’s also terrifying. I don’t have time to dissect it, just like I don’t have time to manage my feelings as he crooks his finger towards me.
I obey
I hate myself and him in that moment.
I hate my weakness.
I stop walking when I’m between his legs pressed up against the counter, he cups my face with both hands, his thumb brushes my top lip.
“He was right you know.”
“W-who?”
“Ryan.” His eyes flash.
“I don’t date. I fuck.”
I flinch.
“Oh.”
“You’ve had a bad day. I’ve had a bad day since someone accused me of being a sociopath..” He continues rubbing my lower lip and then he dips his thumb inside. I bite down,
His eyes flair to life.
“Harder.”
So I bite harder, I bite into his skin, I inflict pain and realize that his body’s confusing it with pleasure.
“You’re not leaving untill make you feel better.” His voice is low, almost a growl before his mouth descends.
And I’m lost again to my enemy.
My brother’s best friend.
His taste.
My downfall.
Easton
I have a serious problem.
And her name is mystery girl, Harper, off limits-take your pick. She’s an addiction I don’t want and I never asked for. Her tongue slips past her lower lip, tasting mine. I don’t know how to go slow when I’m with her and every time we break apart, I question my own sanity and then go back for seconds.
I’m supposed to be helping her find the jackass who messed up her locker, I’m not supposed to be kidnapping her, bringing her to my house and kissing her. I lost all self control once I had her in my Jeep
Maybe I just need to get her fully out of my system like a fucking cleanse or some shit. I haven’t fucked in two months. What Ryan doesn’t know won’t kill him, it’s not like little miss perfect would tell him anyways, she’d die before admitting to Ryan that we hooked up.
I can’t take it anymore.
The way she feels in my arms.
It’s so wrong.
I kiss her harder, angry at her for making me feel this way and angry at myself for lacking the will to stop my mouth from moving against hers.
She bunches my t-shirt in her hand and twists while I dig my hands into her hair pulling her tight against me, my dick strains against my jeans. I’m so hard I can’t think straight. She’s soft in all the right places.
I want to explore and her still innocently kissing me like she has no clue I’m ready to throw her against the counter and fuck her senseless.
Ryan was right about me.
She should have listened to him.
She shouldn’t have gotten in my car with that knowledge and she sure as hell shouldn’t be kissing me back like she is-fuck I’m going to do it. Who cares if she’s a virgin, right?
Some sick part of me even acknowledges that I don’t want any other guy being the first even if it means I’m going to get her out of my system
I will be able to forget her.
And everything will magically go back to normal.
No more mystery girl.
No more fantasizing.
Nothing
Maybe I’ll even fuck Aisha next week just because I can.
I smile against her mouth. It’s a good plan. The best plan I’ve had in years. I gently push her away from me and hop down from the counter then pull her into my arms, our mouths clang against one another as I try to breathe between kisses, between the pressure building between us and the tension that continues to grow like a bomb ready to go off in my kitchen.
Harper gasps as my mouth finds her neck-sucking and biting. I reach for her shirt and pull it over her head and I’m instantly rewarded with the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen in real life. I mentally take a picture as I flick off her bra and cup them in my hands. They spill over my fingertips, they’re so damn heavy I have to look, I have to pull away and see her creamy skin spilling past my fingertips. Her eyes are uncertain, they ask me if I like what I see, if I want more, and I want to walk away.
Because I don’t know why the hell I’m doing this with her.
And because I can’t stop.
“I’m going to fuck you.” There’s nothing romantic about how I say it or about my meaning.
She doesn’t flinch
Instead something shifts in her stance, in her eyes, like she sees through all the bullshit I try so hard to put between me and every single girl I’ve ever fucked.
She grabs my wrists pulling my hands away
I let her. Intrigued by the look she’s giving me. I’ve never seen it before and I’m fucking entranced as a topless Harper slowly descends to her knees then presses her palm against my jeans.
I’m so hard and sensitive it hurts.
My hips buck against her hand without asking permission from my brain to even move, damn it I’ve never been this close to nutting in my own pants by a simple innocent touch.
“Harper.” I can’t tell if it’s a warning or a plea, only that I’m desperate and I might die before graduation if she doesn’t do something. Her fingers move to the button of my jeans, then my zipper, I nearly black out when her hand tugs down both my boxer briefs and jeans then reaches for my cock and gives it a tight squeeze.
“Fuck.”
I see stars as her head descends, her hot mouth takes me in and I’m lost, pumping my hips as she sucks me dry.
It’s almost too much, the heat, the sucking, and the feeling of her cupping my balls. I grip her by the hair and hold her there as I fuck her mouth. Harper’s taking deep long pulls of my dick like she’s never tasted anything better.
Her tongue swirls along my tip making my knees buckle. I’m surprised I’ve even lasted this long as she looks up at me through her eyelashes and smiles around my cock.
I’m gone.
Done.
I spill into her mouth and nearly have a stroke at eighteen when she swallows, one drip trails down her chin. She catches it with her finger and sucks that too.
I almost propose.
I mentally shake myself.
What the hell just happened?
Ryan would disown me.
No he’d kill me.
Sex is one thing
Fucking is another.
But a blow job with eye contact when a girl swallows you whole-it felt more personal, more than anything I’ve ever done with her.
I’m panting, I don’t know what to say.
Thank you?
Let’s do that again?
Instead I pull away from her and tuck myself back into my jeans, turn around and call over my shoulder.
“Knew you were hungry.”
Her eyes flash with anger as she wipes her mouth and whispers.
“I’ve had better.”
Harper
He has no heart, no soul, nothing but a super hot shell of a body, a six pack, and a giant dick. I’ve never wanted to kill someone so much in my entire life. If he laid down on the street I’d run him over with his own Jeep.