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Chapter Twelve
Latham
The moment her hand wraps around my cock, I see stars. Bright, white light that robs me of my ability to think and breathe. All I can think about is the softness of her skin, the firmness of her fingers, the hardness of the nipple ring pressing into my back. Talk about the surprise of a lifetime there. I wasn’t kidding when I confessed I almost came in my pants. The sight of Harper’s sweet nipples on display, and with a piercing to boot, well, let’s just say she was a fantasy come to life.
My fantasy.
She slowly starts to move her hand, up and down the entire length of my cock. I’m so worked up she could probably make me come in under ten seconds, but I don’t want to detonate yet. I want to memorize the feel of her body and taste of her skin. I want to draw out this moment for as long as I can. Who the fuck knows when I’ll be able to wrap my lips around those perfect nipples or feel her hands around my aching dick again. But I’m fighting a losing battle. There’s no way I’ll be able to hang on with her stroking me off.
So instead of fighting it, I just let go and feel.
My hips buck as I drive up into her palm. She places her other hand on my abdomen, wraps her legs around me, and starts to pump faster. It’s hard to breathe as her hands works me over, her soft skin caressing my cock. My body is already tightening, a familiar tingle starting at my spine. It spreads quickly up my back and races to my balls. I’m seconds away from exploding and there’s nothing I can do but stand here and enjoy the ride.
Her hand pumps hard (well, as hard as she can, considering they’re confined to my boxer briefs). My cock starts to drip. My hips start to thrust. I imagine what it’ll be like to thrust into her sweet pussy. No, that’s not happening tonight, but soon. I can feel it. We’ve been dancing around it for too long to just up and forget about it. Now, I’ve had a taste, and I need more.
Harper scores her nails down my chest, and my hips drive forward. I’m there, ready to explode with nowhere to go with the mess. As if sensing my problem, she pulls my boxers down and points my cock at my chest. She leans back ever so slightly and cradles my back to her chest. I lean back and explode, coming all over myself. Curse words fly from my lips as her hand tightly caresses my pulsing cock, milking it for everything I have. A shudder sweeps through my body as I sag against the counter, against her. “Fucking hell, woman.”
“Mmm,” she whispers in my ear, her warm breath tickling me and breathing a whole new life into my body. My cock hasn’t even had a chance to soften yet, and suddenly, it’s ready to go again. But this time, he wants in her pussy.
That’s why I need to go.
As much as I want to fuck Harper, I won’t do it tonight. Not when we just sort of met on solid ground. It’s not the most stable of land, so I have to be careful not to rock it too much and risk the entire thing collapsing.
Plus, there’s the little issue of the building between us. She still wants it, and so do I. We’re bidding against each other, and until that issue is resolved, I don’t want to sleep with her. Fine, I want to sleep with her, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s a horrible idea.
Trying to get my breathing under control, Harper grabs a hand towel from the counter and swipes it over my chest. I take the material in my hand, finishing up the job, and stand on shaky legs. Her legs are still wide and I turn to face her easily enough. My lips find hers, wet and eager, but I keep the kiss from heading into the direction that involves both of us panting with a lot less clothes.
Finally peeling my lips away, I rest my forehead against hers and just breathe her in. My eyes are locked on her crystal blue ones, too many emotions and conflicting thoughts swirling between us. Where in the hell do we go from here? I know where I’d like to go, and that would be to the bedroom down the hall. But that’s not happening. Not yet, anyway.
“How about we finish up these dishes?” I ask, taking her by surprise. I think she’s expecting that trip to the bedroom too.
“Okay,” she says softly, offering me a smile. It’s not a glare or one filled with annoyance and mischief I’m accustomed to. It’s a genuine, beautiful smile that makes my heart tap dance in my chest, and suddenly, I’m questioning my own decision not to advance this portion of the evening.
I grab the dishcloth, flip on the water, and try to ignore the raging hard-on in my pants. Shouldn’t be a problem at all.
* * *
Before I head over to my sister’s place to meet my family on a beautiful late Sunday morning, I fire up my laptop. I’m smiling as I bring up the program I downloaded for a rainy day. Well, the sun is shining and there’s not a cloud in the sky…
But today, it’s raining.
I can’t wait.
I log into her laptop, careful not to mess with anything but the music program that came standard with her new laptop. I glance through my playlist, looking for the perfect song.
Yes.
That one.
I click upload, adjust the settings, and log out of her system.
Illegal?
Fuck yes.
Do I care?
Not in the least.
