Harper. I’m instantly wet. My legs shake as his words vibrate through me. I never expected Easton to be on the other side of the door when the bell rang, I never expected him to check on me. I certainly didn’t expect him to say that. “Easton …”. “Let me in, Harper. You know you want my fingers in your pussy and you know you want my mouth on your clit. My lips part, trying to form a response. “What’s wrong?” he asks, taking a step forward. “At a loss for words?”. I find myself backing up, our pace equal as he moves into my house and shuts the door behind him, my back hitting the closest wall. His hands surround my face, his kiss so full of hunger, his tongue sliding in and circling mine. “Goddamn it,” he groans, sucking on my bottom lip. “I’ve thought about this-this beautiful lip-since you teased me in the library. I’ve lost control of my body, it’s now owned by Easton’s hands. His tongue. Even his. scent. When I’m in his presence, I can’t help but give him what he wants. Because it’s what I want, too. More of his attention. More of his touch. More of his tongue. “Your parents aren’t here, are they?”. I tilt my head up to meet his eyes, feeling the heat flush across my cheeks. “No, they won’t be home for a while, but Ryan,”. “He’s tied up for the next few hours, I already checked. His arms surround me and lift me into the air. He makes me feel like I’m weightless, so tiny against his large, muscular frame. He carries me to the couch, setting me on the middle cushion, tearing at my leggings the moment his hands are free. He pulls them down my legs and over my feet, staring at my bareness underneath. “No panties?”. His gaze is feral, his tongue sliding over his lips as he waits for my response. “No one wears underwear with leggings, it’s like wearing a tracksuit to bed and getting twisted in the sheets. “Is that so ‘” He glances down, between my legs. “You’re fucking gorgeous. The lights are on, the blinds are open, and he’s looking at that ultra-private, personal place. I can’t stop quivering. His gaze slowly travels up my body and lands back on mine. “Goddamn it, Harper. I want you. A growl erupts from his throat before his lips smash against mine. His hands move up my baggy shirt where I’m still wearing my bra. But that doesn’t stop him from flicking my nipples with the pads of his fingers like I’m wearing nothing at all. Pulling them. Tu ggi ng. My back arches from the sensation, my le gs widen on their own and, as he kneels in front of me, he moves in between them. “That scent,” he whispers , pulling his lips away

“ I can’t get enough of it. I’ve told him it’s just store-bought lotion that many girls at our school probably wear, but each time he co mpliments me like he’s smelling it for the first time. “I want to see what it taste s like on you. “You’ve tasted it on my neck,” I giggle, the way he’s rubbing my nipples makes it harder to take a breath. “I don’t want your neck, Harper. ” His hand lowers , stopping at that place he looked at earlier, the one that makes my skin scorch. “I want you here. “Ea sto n-” . “Shhh. ” His eyes are telling me not to worry, he knows what I’m about to say. “It’s not time for that yet. I’m only going to use my mouth. I tremble in pleasure and relief as his lips press aga inst my stomach, lifting my shirt to kiss the tops of my breasts, lowering my bra enough to lick each nipple. I dive into his hair, pulling at the roots, the feeling of hi s mouth almost too much. But it gets even more intense as he lowers, past my belly button, stopping at the very top of me. His nose rubs acros s my clit. Inhali ng my scent. I look down at the top of his head, the air halting in my lungs as our eyes lock. This time feels different than before, it’s not rushed, it’s in the light, and we’re completely alone in my house. “Easton,” I shudder. “Oh my God. His tongue swipes the entire length of me, an d then he does it again but slower and harder this time. “You taste as good as you smell. Tu ggi ng. My back arches from the sensation, my le gs widen on their own and, as he kneels in front of me, he moves in between them. “That scent,” he whispers , pulling his lips away. “ I can’t get enough of it. I’ve told him it’s just store-bought lotion that many girls at our school probably wear, but each time he co mpliments me like he’s smelling it for the first time. “I want to see what it taste s like on you. “You’ve tasted it on my neck,” I gi ggle, the way he’s rubbing my nippl es makes it harder to take a breath. “I don’t want your neck, Harper. ” His hand lowers , stopping at that place he looked at earlier, the one that makes my skin scorch. “I want you here. “Ea sto n,” . “Shhh. ” His eyes are telling me not to worry, he knows what I’m about to say. “It’s not time for that yet. I’m only going to use my mouth. I tremble in pleasure and relief as his lips press aga inst my stomach, lifting my shirt to kiss the tops of my breasts, lowering my bra enough to lick each nipple. I dive into his hair, pulling at the roots, the feeling of hi s mouth almost too much. But it gets even more intense as he lowers, past my belly button, stopping at the very top of me. His nose rubs acros s my clit. Inhali ng my scent. I look down at the top of his head, the air halting in my lungs as our eyes lock. This time feels different than before, it’s not rushed, it’s in the light, and we’re completely alone in my house. “Easton,” I shudder. “Oh my God. His tongue swipes the entire length of me, an d then he does it again but slower and harder this time. “You taste as good as you smell

I’m melting-from his words, from his star e, from the feel of his wet, talented tong ue as it suddenly begins to pick up speed. “Oh fuck,” I moan, the b ack of my head pushing in to the cushion behind me. He knows th e spot he ne eds to lick. He knows the s peed that makes my body climb. He knows the rhy thm that’s going to make me come. And he ’s con stant. Rel entl ess. “Ea sto n!” . He’s pulling my orgasm to the surface, a pulsing that starts to build through my body. I’m bucking against him, riding his tongue. “Don’t stop,” I cry. The tingles are sharp, demanding, and I’m on the verge of exploding. “Come on my face. Such a dirty order, but that’s all it takes befo re I’m shuddering, his mouth sending me over tha t far, dangerous edge. “Easton!” I scream again. The peak blasts through me, my stomach spasming, waves of pleasure charging across my body. “Yes,” he roars. “How good does that feel, baby. “So good. ” I grip his hair even harder, holding on while the feeling eventually passes, until his tongue finally stills. That’s when I glance down, seeing his lips wet, covered in me, while baby echos in my h ead–a word no one has ever called me before. His grin show s me how much he likes it. “What the h ell was tha t?” I pant. “Just t he begi nning. He stands, bending down to kiss me before he goes into the kitchen. “I think we could both use a d rink. ” I hear the fridge open. “What do you want?” . As I search for my breath, I feel a vibration by my feet , and I look down at the carpet. Easton’s phone must have fallen out of his pocket, a text lighting up the screen. One that causes me to reach down and l ift it into my hand. Aisha: What ’s taking y ou so long? . Aisha: Come over alr eady . I hate it wh en you make me wait. Her third message is full of red hearts and martini glasses. “How abou t a Coke? ” he asks. I slowly gl ance up fro m his phone. “Or a Diet Coke?” . My entire body starts to sh ake, but for an entirely di fferent reason than before. Ignoring his questions, I grab my leggings and go into the kitchen , holding the phone out to him, making sure he sees the screen. “Lo oks like you have somewhere to be. ” I drop the phone onto his palm. “H arp er” . “Two girls in one night?” My heart feels like it’s been punched. “That’s dirty . even f or a dick like you. ” I turn and walk down the hallway toward my bedroom, saying over my s houlder, “You can see yourself out, Easton,” before I slam my door and lock it behind me