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push away from the door and slowly go to him, and when I’m close enough, he hooks his arm around my waist. I rest my hands on his shoulders, standing in between his spread legs, breathless when he pulls me even closer and rests his chin on my robe covered stomach, gazing up at me.
“I wanna take this off.” He toys with the fabric belt of my robe.
A shuddery breath leaves me and I decide to be bold.
“I want you to take it off.”
He arches a brow as he pulls away slightly, reaching for the belt. He slowly unties it while I stand there, trembling despite the hot shower I just took. Despite how his heated gaze singes me from the inside out.
I’m nervous. Anxious to his calm. His movements are slow. Deliberate. He pulls the belt off and lets it fall to the floor, the robe fabric immediately parting and revealing most of my naked body
His gaze never leaves mine as he slips his hands inside of the robe, and I lock my knees so I don’t crumble to the ground. His cool fingers skim my stomach, making me jump and my heart races so hard, I’m scared he’ll see it pounding away beneath my skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers right before he leans in and places his mouth on my stomach. I close my eyes, trying my best to chase the fear away. Blindly, I reach for him, tangling my fingers in his hair, holding him to me.
I stand before him as he examines me with his hands and his eyes while I keep mine closed, letting my other senses take over. The scent of his hair as it brushes across my belly, his soft, warm mouth tickling my skin. The sound of his accelerated breaths as his hands curve around to cup my butt. Those big hands slip downward, his fingers coming teasingly close to the place I want them the most, and a breathy moan leaves me when he removes his hands from my body completely.
He’s such a tease.
“Let’s take this off,” he murmurs and I shrug out of the robe, letting it fall to the floor.
When he doesn’t do or say anything, I crack my eyes open to find him examining me as if I’m a painting hanging on a museum wall.
“What?” I ask, my voice cracking.
“I never get a chance to really look at you.” He runs his hand over my hip.
“And you truly are beautiful. Like a work of art.”
I want to laugh, but can’t.
“So poetic.”
His gaze lifts to mine.
“Not a word anyone would use to describe me.”
“Maybe you’re only poetic for me,” I whisper, reaching for him so I can cup the side of his face.
He smiles and my heart catches. He’s the beautiful one. I don’t know how I got so lucky to catch this boy’s attention, but here I am. Standing in front of him in my bedroom, no one else in the house, and I’m completely naked.
If anyone would’ve told me a couple of months ago this would be happening, I would’ve laughed in their face. Impossible.
Easton didn’t even know I existed.
And now look at us.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you.” He doesn’t ask it like a question.
An awkward laugh leaves me.
“Is it that obvious?”
“No, I just-I figured.” He strokes my hip again, back and forth. Drawing closer and closer to my pussy.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I say with confidence.
His fingers trail across the skin just above my pubic hair, teasing.
“You sure about that?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He’s quiet, concentrating on his exploration. And when his fingers slip between my legs, parting me, I catch my breath, sinking my teeth into my lower lip. My eyes fall closed when he touches me there.
I’ve touched myself before but I didn’t know just how good it could be when someone else does it.
And Easton knows exactly what he’s doing.
Easton
She’s trembling in my arms, little nervous huffs of breath leaving her, and I’m trying my best to restrain myself. My fingers sink into her swollen flesh, back and forth. Tracing all of the delicate, damp skin, noting the catch in her breath when I touch her in a particular way, always careful. I don’t want to scare her or make her push me away.
Yeah, no. Can’t risk it because I’m definitely going to fuck her this afternoon. After that performance we put on in the parking lot, me confessing my feelings-and I don’t normally have fucking feelings, I’m ice cold-it’s all I can think about.
Me and Harper. Harper and me. Naked and tangled up together in the sheets. Kissing her everywhere. Filling her up.
Making her mine.
I continue to stroke her, keeping my exploration gentle. I’ve touched her like this before, but this feels different. More momentous. I can’t fuck this up.
I want to put my mouth on her. Hell, I should probably do that first. Tongue fuck her until she’s coming. Make her nice and loose for me so I can slip inside her easily.
Fuck, she’s a virgin. There might not be anything easy about this.
Pulling away, I stare up at her, noting the fear in her eyes. The flush on her cheeks. Her tentative smile.
Fuck, this girl. I wasn’t lying when I said she was beautiful earlier.
Harper is gorgeous.
Without warning I pull her into me, smiling at her yelp, moving quickly so I’ve got her pinned beneath me on the bed, my phone tumbling off with a thump onto the floor. My erect cock strains against the sweats I borrowed from Ryan-yeah, can’t think about him right now-and I thrust against her nice and slow, wanting her to know what she’s doing to me.
Clearly, she likes it because she grabs my hair and brings my mouth to hers. The kiss is wild. Sloppy. Tongues and teeth and gasps and moans. I feed on her hungrily, my hands wandering, touching her everywhere I can reach. She leans into my palm when I find her tit and toy with her nipple. I slip downward so I can suck and nip at it, pulling it into my mouth.
A moan leaves her and she shifts, restless beneath me. Her legs slide against mine and I roll away briefly, ridding myself of the sweats.
I turn to face the bed to find her watching me, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her damp hair a riotous mess. She doesn’t bother hiding herself, doesn’t act modest, though I can tell she’s still nervous.
Her gaze drops to my dick and her eyes go wide before they snap back up to mine and yeah. I can tell she’s real nervous now.
“Ummm ” Her voice drifts.
“Remember I’ve never done this before.”
“Yeah.”
“And I just got on the pill.”
“Really?” I like the way this girl thinks.
She nods.
“Plus I have condoms.” Her cheeks turn red.
I raise a brow, surprised.
“Where?”
“In my robe pocket.”
I grab her robe off the floor and search for the pockets, coming across one, two
Three condoms.
“Feeling ambitious?” I hold them out toward her with a faint smile.
“Stop.” She laughs, her entire face red now.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Don’t apologize.” I crawl back on top of her, we both groan at the skin-on-skin contact. I thrust my face in hers, brushing strands of dark hair away from her forehead.
“I like your ambition.”
“You do?” Her voice is the barest whisper and I lean in, lightly brushing my mouth against hers.
“I’m scared.”
“I’ll go slow,” I promise, kissing her again. And again, dipping my tongue between her lips.
We kiss until my mouth aches and still I don’t want to stop. All i can focus on is her. She’s smooth and soft and she spreads her thighs wide as we continue kissing, the little whimpers from her throat encouraging me. I run my mouth down her neck. Across her collarbone, her chest. Pay attention to her nipples once more, her fingers returning to my hair, holding me to her as I suck and nibble and lick. She likes that.
Noted. For later.
I shift back up to her mouth, my hands skimming along her side, touching between her legs. She’s so damn wet. I press my index finger against her clit and a hiss of breath leaves her.
Fuck.
I can’t stop kissing her. Touching her. I slowly slip a finger inside of her tight pussy, testing her, and the more I rub, the more relaxed she gets. Until I’m able to push two fingers inside, pumping them in and out steadily, her body moving with my hand.
Eventually I pull away from her greedy mouth, bringing my fingers to my lips and lapping at them, the taste of her melting on my tongue. She watches me, her gaze darkening as she reaches for me, pulling me down to her mouth once more.
But I avoid her, shifting down her body, my mouth following my hands, exploring her everywhere. Until I’m lying between her thighs and I push them open, staring at her for a moment.
Pink and glistening, all for me.
Unable to resist, I dip my head and run my tongue along the length of her pussy, lapping at her with a thoroughness that has her immediately writhing beneath me. I increase my pace, pressing my hands against her thighs, holding her down as I attack her. Drive her out of her mind with my tongue. My lips. And when I decide to add a finger to the mix?
Within seconds, she stiffens beneath my hold, her thighs tensing for the briefest moment before her entire body begins to tremble wildly.
And she comes all over my face.
Harper
I can’t move. I think that orgasm just killed me. Or maybe I’m paralyzed for life. I’m not sure.
I sort of don’t care.
Easton grabs one of the condom packets and I watch as he tears it open and rolls it onto his erection. He positions himself above me, his expression pained as he grips the base, the head right there, poised at my entrance. We stare at each other, our breaths accelerated and then slowly, carefully, he pushes inside of me.
I close my eyes as I feel him stretch me wide. Oh God it-it stings. Hurts. But I don’t stop him. I breathe shallowly, reminding myself to relax. I can take it. I can take this.
Once he’s fully inside of me, he pauses, and I crack my eyes open to find him watching me.
“You okay?” he rasps.
I nod, unable to speak.
He starts to move, slowly at first, me awkward beneath him until we eventually establish a rhythm. And though it’s not the most pleasant feeling I’ve ever experienced, I can tell he’s enjoying it from the way he’s continuously cursing beneath his breath, his movements coming faster and faster.
Until he’s pounding inside of my body, our sweaty skin sticking. His low groans send a shiver through me, and when he reaches in between us to brush his fingers against my clit?
“Oh God,” I gasp, my eyes flying open when he increases his speed.
I can’t catch my breath. He’s moving so fast, thrusting. Withdrawing. Thrusting again. Out of nowhere he shouts, and I realize he’s coming, his big body consumed with shivers as I cling to him, a small orgasm rippling through me thanks to his insistent fingers on my clit.
We collapse in a heap of tangled, sweaty limbs and he rolls off of me, pulling me with him. His mouth is at my forehead as he breathes heavily and I run my hand up and down his chest, shifting lower to trace his abs.
“Jesus,” he finally manages to say.
I giggle.
I can’t help it and he starts chuckling, until we’re both laughing, my face pressed against his neck, his arms around my waist. Eventually our laughter dies and he’s pulling away from me, but I don’t want to let him go.
“I need to get rid of the condom,” he whispers.
“Oh.” I release him, feeling dumb, my gaze trailing his every move as he exits my bedroom and enters the bathroom. I hear the toilet flush, the water run and then he’s back, slipping beneath my comforter and pulling me back into his arms. I settle my head on his chest and close my eyes, content.
“Should I leave?” he asks a few minutes later, his fingers in my hair, combing through the still damp strands.
I lift my head.
“Why would you leave?”
“Ryan might come back soon.”
“I don’t care if he does.”
“I’m sure he’s pissed at me.”
“He’ll get over it,” I reassure him.
“How can you be so sure? And why is he so damn protective of you all the time?” The irritation in Easton’s voice is obvious.
“Well, look at you. You’re his best friends and you’re all a bunch of manwhores.” I’m teasing, but then again not.
“He wanted to keep you away from me so you couldn’t hurt me.”
His expression turns serious as he continues brushing his fingers through my hair.
“I don’t want to hurt you ever again, Harper.”
My heart cracks. Who knew Easton could be so sweet?
“You won’t.” I lean in and brush my mouth against his.
“I won’t let you.”
He smiles against my lips.
“So you’re a badass now?”
“I was always a badass,” I say, kissing him yet again.
“You just didn’t realize it.”