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He presses harder.
“Did you?”
My answer is the slightest shake of my head, my eyes still squeezed shut.
“Look at me, Harper.”
My lids snap open to find his face directly in mine, his blue eyes glittering.
“I’m going to erase every trace of his lips on yours with mine. His lame ass is going to be a distant memory in a matter of seconds. Do you understand?”
“Yes, 1-
Easton silences me with his mouth, his tongue thrusting, circling around mine. I moan into his kiss, my arms coming up to wrap around his neck as we kiss and kiss as if we depend on each other’s mouths to survive. He nips at my lower lip with his teeth. I thrust my fingers into his hair, pulling on it hard.
“Fuck,” he whispers, angling his head so he can dive back into my mouth.
I should tell him to leave, I think as he slips his hand beneath my T-shirt, his warm fingers caressing my stomach. I should at least tell him to lock the damn door.
Instead, I do none of those things. I lean into his palm when he cups my breast, his thumb toying with my nipple, and silently beg him.
More.
Please.
Easton
Damn, she’s so soft.
I cup her tit in my hand, squeezing and testing, my mouth attacking hers, swallowing every little whimper and moan. Fuck, she’s so sexy she makes me go out of my mind with lust. All I want to do is touch her. Feel her.
Make her come.
I shift us both so we’re by the bed, gently shoving her so she has no choice but to fall back on the mattress. She goes willingly, her eyes fluttering open as she watches me tug off my hoodie and T-shirt, letting them both drop on the floor. She crawls up the bed backwards, her eyes going wide as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, uncertainty making her hesitate.
“Take it off,” I demand.
Sitting up, she whips the shirt off, letting it fall onto the bed next to her.
I’m like a man possessed. I go to her, forcing her to fall backwards, my mouth on her tits, tongue licking at her nipples, sucking them. I gather her in my hands, feasting on her chest and her fingers slip into my hair, holding me there.
I can’t get enough of her. She tastes so fucking good. Feels even better. Her legs shift restlessly beneath mine and I run my hand down her side. Over her waist, her hip, slipping my fingers beneath her shorts to find nothing but liquid heat.
“So fucking wet,” I tell her as I lift up, wanting to watch. She lies there sprawled on top of her bed, my fingers moving beneath her shorts, her erect nipples damp and pointing straight at the ceiling.
She opens her eyes and smiles at me, her fingers cupping her tits and playing with her nipples.
Jesus.
My cock strains against the fly of my pants but I keep stroking her, circling my finger around her swollen clit, wanting to get her off. She moves with me, the both of us finding a rhythm until I can’t take it any longer.
I lean in, shove her shorts out of the way and attack her pussy with my mouth.
Harper lifts her hips, smashing her cunt against my lips, low moans sounding from her. I lick and search every little spot, slipping my finger inside of her and slowly pushing it in and out, desperate to get her off.
“Oh God,” she gasps and I keep it up, increasing my pace. Add another finger. I lift away from her and enjoy the show, the way she moves, the sounds of my fingers working her wet pussy, the rosy flush coating her skin.
Continuing to finger fuck her, I bend my head down and flick my tongue against her clit again and again. Suck on it. Lick it. Suck on it. Lick it.
Until she’s got her hands in my hair again and she’s literally holding me captive against her pussy, her orgasm slamming into her so hard, her body bows up from the bed. I thrust into her with my fingers again and again, eventually slowing my pace, my mouth gentling on her pussy until she collapses beneath me in a sated heap, her fingers stroking my hair away from my forehead.
“Oh my God!” She tries to roll away from me, a giggle escaping her but I grip her hips, keeping her in place.
“Why are you laughing?” I drop a kiss on the rounded curve of her belly just above her pussy.
“Should I be insulted?”
“No. No, no, no. That was ” She sighs, glancing down at me.
“Amazing.”
Rising up, I press a firm kiss on her lips.
“You ever come that hard before?”
Harper slowly shakes her head, her hands settling on my ass.
“No.”
“Am I the only one who can make you come like that?” I kiss her deeply, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth. Wanting her to taste what I just tasted only moments ago.
She nods.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Don’t you ever forget it.” I kiss her again. And again. Like I can’t stop myself. She wraps herself around me, grinding her wet pussy against my dick, until I’m pulling out of her embrace and leaving her alone on the bed.
“What are you doing?” She scowls as she rises up on her elbows.
“I should go back outside. At least for a few minutes.” I run my fingers through my messed up hair.
“I don’t want them getting suspicious.”
“What do they think you’re doing?” She sits up, grabs her T-shirt and pulls it back over her head, covering her gorgeous tits.
“I told them I had to use the bathroom.”
She laughs.
“They probably think you have issues.”
“I do.” I round the side of the bed and cup her chin, tilting her face up to me.
“You’re my issue.”
I kiss her and when she pulls away, she’s smiling. Still drunk on that powerful orgasm I gave her.
“Wait for me?”
“You’re coming back?” She raises her brows.
“Yeah.” I kiss her again, murmuring against her lips,
“And you’ll be coming over and over and over again.”
“Promises, promises.” She reaches for my junk, her fingers brushing against me before I can dodge out of the way.
“You deserve to come too.”
“Later. I can’t walk back out there with a raging boner.”
She laughs, the sound lighting me up inside. Why can’t we always be like this? Easy and fun. She’s smiling. I’m smiling.
What the fuck am I doing?
“I’ll walk you to the door,” she says as I start to leave her room.
I glance over my shoulder, watching as she straightens her shorts and tugs the T shirt further down.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she corrects, her eyes glowing with womanly power.
Shit. Give a girl a couple of orgasms and she thinks she’s in control of the situation.
Harper follows after me, pressing her body against mine as if she’s trying to lure me to stay when I grab the handle. I turn and face her, kissing her firmly.
“I’ll be back,” I say as I turn to face the door once more.
“Just give me a few minutes.”
“Okay.” She reaches for me as I slip out the door and I glance down the hall, making sure no one else is around before I pull her in for another tongue filled kiss.
“Come back soon.”
“I will,” I whisper, kissing her one last time before she steps back into her room and closes the door.
“What the fuck?”
I turn to see Blake standing there at the end of the hall, his eyes practically bugging out of his head.
Shit.
Easton
Blake’s hands clench into fists as he glares at me from the end of the hallway, his nostrils flaring like a bull.
“Why the hell were your lips all over my girl?” He nods toward the closed door of Harper’s bedroom.
“Your girl?”
I want to laugh.
I’ve known the guy since I was a kid, but suddenly he feels almost like a stranger. And someone I want to knock the fuck out and never set eyes on again.
“That’s right, asshole. My girl.”
“So, you’re telling me, you’ve claimed her? You and Harper are dating now?”
“It doesn’t matter what the hell our title is. I like her and I’ve made that clear to you. But obviously, you have no boundaries when it comes to your friends.”
He made it clear to me?
I would hardly call it that.
When I mentioned to him that they seemed to be getting close, he asked if I felt threatened. I then asked if he was going to pursue her, and he shrugged.
And Harper’s the one who kissed him in the hallway-the visual, once again, making me fucking crazy- not the other way around.
One thing I do know is I don’t want him to tell Ryan about what he just witnessed.
I’m not ready for him to find out about us.
How the hell can I get myself out of this mess?
Before I even get the chance to respond, Harper’s bedroom door opens and she pops her head out, peeking into the hallway.
Her eyes widen when glances from me to Blake.
“What’s going on out here?” Panic covers her face.
I’m not surprised, not when she knows Blake has a hard-on for her, and her pussy is still wet from my tongue.
I don’t want her to get sucked into this, this is between me and Blake.
I lower my voice and say,
“Nothing, go back inside-“
“No,” Blake interrupts,
“why don’t you stay and tell us which mouth you prefer.” He glares at me.
“Mine or his.”
Nice try, dickhead, but we’re not going down that road.
“Harper, don’t answer that motherfucker’s question.”
“I’m the motherfucker?” Blake snaps.
“Because, from what I just saw, that role is all yours.”
“Harper, get back inside,” I order.
She disappears and shuts the door behind her, leaving us alone in the hallway.
“For someone who cares about her, you have a real shitty way of showing it,” I tell him.
“Putting her in the middle, that’s real classy.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, more anger seeping into his expression.
“You’re just afraid she’s going to choose me.”
I laugh.
And I draw out the sound and movement, making sure he knows how funny he is.
“If that’s what you want to believe, be my guest.”
“It’s not what I believe, it’s fact.”
I’m not going to sit around and waste my time getting nowhere with him, not when I know he’s not going to say anything to Ryan when I can come back and tell Ryan about their make out session at school.
“You’re ridiculous,” I bark and rush down the stairs.
“Run away, Easton, like a real fucking pussy.”