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“Is that a compliment?”
She shrugs.
“Maybe.”
I suddenly realize we’re alone.
Or maybe my body does.
I don’t say anything else.
Reaching for her is as natural as breathing. I grab her hand and tug her against me. She comes easily. Our mouths meet in a perfect tangle of tongue and hands as she digs into my hair and pulls.
“Mmmm ” I drink in her taste.
“I missed this.”
“It’s barely been a few hours.”
“Too long.” I kiss her deeper, then walk her backward toward her bed, slowly shoving her down.
My mouth waters when I imagine all the places I can taste and touch right now.
“My parents ” She looks up at me with innocent eyes that ask should we do this, but her body is already arching for me, ready for me.
“What about them?” I brace her body, leaning over her with mine. My body presses her against the mattress as I rub myself against her, up and down, the friction is going to kill.
“Don’t stop.” She grips my forearms, her nails digging into my skin while I straight-up dry hump her against her mattress.
I’m fucking hard for this girl.
And it’s not just her perfect body.
I want to make her feel good.
I want to be inside her again.
groan, my eyes roll to the back of my head when she reaches for my length through my jeans then frees me by unzipping my jeans like she’s in a hurry. My dick slaps against my stomach. Her little hand moves around it, then up and down.
“Fuck.” I lean toward her as she moves her hand up and down. I’m ready to beg her for her mouth when she leans down and sucks me deep.
I nearly collapse onto her. My legs are weak as she licks my tip, only to pull my dick harder, sucking like it’s her only job.
Her hand moves to my balls.
I don’t deserve this.
Ryan’s still pissed. Why the hell am I thinking about Ryan?
“You’re going to have to be quiet,” I whisper.
She pulls back and looks up.
“Huh?”
I give her no time to think.
I tug down her shorts and underwear, leaving her shirt on just in case we have to get dressed real quick.
“Five minutes tops,” I say, jerking my jeans all the way to the floor along with my briefs. I shove her down onto the bed and smirk.
“We’ll taste each other at the same time.”
I’m pretty sure I just scandalized her, but nothing sounds hotter than her mouth on me while my mouth is on her.
I flip her around until her lips are at my dick.
She makes a little squeak when I open my mouth and kiss her wet pussy. I’ve never actually done this before. She had her first with me, I want my first to be with her.
As I slowly start to suck and lick, she repeats each movement until we’re both writhing against each other, attempting to pleasure the other while having a hard time dealing with all the pleasure we’re receiving.
“So good,” I say between sucks and licks.
She grips my balls again.
I fucking die when her tongue flicks my tip again.
It sets me over the edge, I have a hard time controlling myself and know that I have only a matter of seconds before I’m shooting down her throat.
I give her little butterfly licks between her legs, soft, then hard, driving her crazy. Her moan is so loud I’m afraid we’re going to get caught.
“Right there.” Her lips are wet against my cock.
“Yeahhhh.” I can’t hold out anymore.
“I’m there!”
She doesn’t stop sucking, instead, she drinks deep, shocking the hell out of me as her heat pulses against my hand.
Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever felt her so wet as she orgasms hard.
We’re both out of breath when I collapse half-naked against her.
“SO.” She takes in a deep breath.
“That’s what all the fuss is about with sixty-nine.”
grunt. I have zero energy left.
Footsteps sound.
“Easton.” It’s Ryan.
“I know you’re in there, you piece of shit. Get out here. Now.”
“Fuck.” I grab my jeans and look around the room.
Yeah, we’re officially screwed.
Harper
Shit, shit, shit!
I fall over, trying to put on my shorts. Easton’s moving around the room like the Flash, he looks at the hamper, then me, then back at the hamper like he’s afraid Ryan’s going to see.
I quickly hide the hamper in my closet and shut the door.
Easton approaches, smoothing down my hair with his hands while I adjust his shirt and try to press out the wrinkles.
We’re a hot mess.
And it smells like sex in my room even though we were just messing around. It wouldn’t matter anyway.
The door’s locked, and Ryan’s still pissed, so things aren’t looking good.
I’m freaking the hell out when Easton opens the door. Ryan’s staring straight ahead like he can’t stand to make actual eye contact.
“Outside.” He glares.
“Now.”
“Ryan ” I move toward him.
He holds up his hand for me to stop.
“This is between Easton and me.”
“But-“
“Let’s go.” Ryan grabs Easton and shoves him down the hall. Easton clearly lets him, probably because he feels guilty.
I run out the door to see where Ryan’s taking him.
An early grave?
The bathroom to drown him?
My heart is beating so fast I feel sick, and I’m irritated. I didn’t have at least a few minutes to process what Easton and I just did.
Oh God, I was literally on his mouth minutes ago.
The same mouth Ryan’s staring at.
This is bad, so bad.
Ryan walks by my dad, who’s cluelessly sitting in his chair, sipping a cup of coffee as if Ryan killing his friends is normal. He doesn’t even look up!
They go into the backyard.
I nearly fall in an attempt to run back up the stairs. The guest room has an outside deck that overlooks the entire backyard. I rush into the room and unlock the door, then tiptoe across the deck and crouch down.
Easton is standing still.
Ryan’s pacing in front of him.
“Hit me,” Easton says in a flat voice.
“I know you want to, and you know you’ll feel better about it.”
“My sister,” Ryan growls.
“I held it in because my parents were watching, and I didn’t want to be in deep shit. That’s the only reason I helped save your ass.”
I wince.
“Then hit me,” Easton says again.
“As many times as you want.”
“So, you want to go to school with a broken nose?” Ryan stops pacing and crosses his arms.
“If that’s what it takes,” Easton says.
“Look, I know I broke your trust, but if you knew the whole story.”
“Oh great, there’s a fucking story now?” Ryan tugs at his short hair and does a small circle, then faces Easton.
“Okay, try me
Easton licks his lips- I wonder if he tastes me there still.
My cheeks heat as he does it again.
“She’s my mystery girl.”
“The hell?” Ryan frowns.
“What are you talking about?”
“Look..-” Easton looks stressed.
“It was an accident at first, that time we were over here at the pool and the power went out. It was dark, I thought she was someone else, and then I was thankful she wasn’t. I couldn’t find her after the party but couldn’t stop thinking about her to the point of complete obsession. I mean those curves and”
“Less detail would be great,” Ryan interrupts.
“Sorry.” Easton smiles and looks away.
“I didn’t know until later that it was her, and then I was pissed that she was your sister. Can’t really get any more off-limits.”
“Exactly.” Ryan grits his teeth.
Easton is quiet and then,
“Does it matter?”
“What?” Ryan seethes.
“I said, does it matter? It happened. It’s happening. I respect you, bro, and you know ! would have never broken friend code, but some things you just can’t help, and I like her, I really, really like her.”
“You fuck and flee.” Ryan points out.
Easton spreads his arms wide.
“I’m literally asking you to punch me. Does it look like I’m running?”
“You will.”
“I won’t,” Easton says, his face so serious I almost gasp.
He means it.
God, he means it.
I want to throw myself off the balcony into his arms. Instead, I wait to see what Ryan’s going to say.
Easton takes a step toward him, then another.
Ryan’s still.