Chapter 27

Chapter 27

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. 1 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.”