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

No th ing . Maybe I’ll even fu ck 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 dow n from the counter then pull her into my arms, our mouths clang against one another as I try to breathe between kisses, b etween 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 kno w why the hell I’m doing this with her. And beca use I ca n’t stop. “I’m going to fuck you. ” Ther e’s nothing romantic about how I say it or about my meaning. She do esn’t flinch . Instead something shifts in her stance, in h er eyes, like she sees through all the bulls hit I try so hard to put between me and every . single gi rl I’ve ev er fucked. She grabs my wrists pulling my hands away . I let her. Intrigued by the look she’s giving me. I’ve never se en it before and I’m fucking entranced as a topless Harper slow ly descends to her knees then presses her palm against my jeans. I’m so hard and sensiti ve it hurts. My hips buck against her hand without asking permission f rom my brain to even move, damn it I’ve never been this cl ose 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, he r 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 m y balls. I grip her by the hair and hold her there as I fuck her mouth. Harpe r’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 last ed this long as she looks up at me through . her eyelashes and smiles a round my cock. I’m go ne. D on e. I spill into her mouth and nearly have a stroke at ei ghteen when she swallows, one drip trails down her ch in. She catches it with her finger and sucks that too. I alm ost pr opose. I mental ly shake myself. What the hell just happened? . Ryan wo uld dis own me. No he ’d ki ll me. Sex i s one thing . Fuckin g is a nother. 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. Tha nk you? . Let’s do that again? . Instead I pull away from her and tuck myse lf back into my jeans, turn around and cal l over my shoulder. “Knew you were hungry. Her eyes flash with anger a s she wipes her mouth and w hispers. “I’ve had better