Chapter 171


    Harper


    I love how eager he is, and I love how he isn''t the type to say no to things like this, like fucking in my


    parents’ bedroom.


    He''s about to be even more surprised as I reach into my pocket and pull out the vibrator that Sadie got


    me for Christmas.


    I clutch it in my hands and pull it from my jeans, dangling it in front of me.


    "You ready to y?” Easton''s jaw drops.


    "Is that what I think it is?" "Sadie''s a good friend.” “The best"


    He pulls me against him.


    "We should definitely put her in front of Ryan for best friend of the year"


    "Totally"


    “Give her a ribbon"


    "A trophy even,’ I add with augh.


    He kisses me hard, his teeth almost nging against mine before he pulls back and grabs it out of my


    hand.


    It''s small shaped almost like lipstick— which is great since it fits in your purse and can be super useful


    during travel.


    I mean, really, there''s a reason she''s my best friend.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Easton looks at it like we''ve just discovered fire, and then he turns it on, which of course turns me on


    as I clench my thighs together and watch him watch it in wonder like he can''t wait to see all the ways


    he can make me scream.


    I look over at my parents’ perfectly made bed and suddenly want nothing more than to shove him


    against it, mess everything up, and scream out his name.


    It''s forbidden.


    It''s dirty.


    Then again, it''s Easton and me; how else would we fuck in my house? Love should be like this, I think


    to myself.


    Life should involve things that make you excited, things that make youugh more than things that


    make you cry.


    I''m focused on the bed when I feel Easton behind me, his chest pressed against my back and only the


    sound of the vibrator filling the air.


    "Get the fuck on that bed"


    I still.


    "You didn''t say please"


    "I said.."


    He presses the vibrator against my ass and says it again.


    "...get on the fucking bed"


    A shiver runs down my spine as I sashay toward the bed andy down on my back.


    He follows, his stare determined as he roughly starts pulling off my clothes.


    My socks.


    My jeans.


    And then my sweatshirt followed by my bra.


    Before I know it, I''mpletely naked, shivering beneath his stare as he strips himself and grabs the


    vibrator again, holding it out to me like a threat of the best pleasure I''ll ever have.


    "I like this"


    He grins.


    "I''m not going to kiss you.” "What?" I lean up on my elbows.


    "This is fucking.” His nostrils re.


    "This is just fucking and fucking, and fucking.


    Sometimes we need that more than love, a good fucking.” “Say fucking again"


    Iugh as goosebumps break out across my body.


    He sneers, nearly reminding me of the old Easton that used to be mean to me, and for some reason, I


    like it, almost like my high school bully''s punishing me in my parents’ bedroom.


    "Take it,” he hisses and shoves the vibrator between my thighs.


    I let out a scream as he teases my clit over and over again.


    "Easton!" “Take it,” he says again, this time twisting the vibrator and shoving it a bit deeper, only to bite


    down on my shoulder as he rolls his hips against mine.


    "That feels so good.” I can barely get the words out.


    “Who makes you feel this way?" he asks as I nearlye off the bed.


    I feel everything, from the way his body slides against mine to the sound of his voice in my ear.


    Even the lights in the room feel brighter as he moves against me.


    He''s not even inside me, but I feel like he is.


    “How does it feel, mystery girl?" Easton grinds harder, his dick against my thigh, the vibrator between


    them.


    "With me on top of you? Pleasuring you? Making youe?" "Good"


    I pant.


    "Good, very good, keep going"


    "Nahhhhh, do you even deserve it, curves?” Heughs against my neck.


    "Do you deserve my mouth? My cock?" "Yes, yes!" My body''s like a live wire as I clench theforter


    and try not to go over the edge.


    What the hell is he doing to me? He grabs my hair with one hand, keeping the vibrator positioned with


    the other.


    The vibrator''s like the worst sort of weapon or torture, and then finally, when I think I might actually lose


    it, he pulls it out.


    "What the—" His cock ms into me so hard my body slides back, my head collides with the throw


    pillows, and hits the headboard.


    He pumps into me over and over again, and then he flips me over onto my stomach.


    I get up on my knees, arching my back toward him.


    “Fuck yes!" Easton pounds into me from behind.


    I''m so wet that I can hear each thrust he makes.


    I grip the headboard, so my body stops moving.


    Easton has my hips between his hands.


    Thrust after thrust make it impossible for me to even speak; I can only moan, and then I feel him.


    I feel us both losing control.


    "Now"


    He smacks my ass with one of his hands, then does it again, and I''m gone, so gone, I probably couldn''t


    even remember my own address at this point.


    He shoots into me.


    And while I should be thinking about the incredible sex we just had or the way our sweaty bodies slide


    and fit against each other.


    All I can think about is that I can''t lose this.


    I cant lose him.


    And now I know I won''t.


    Because we''re both going to UCLA.


    We''re going to be together.


    And at the end of the day—that''s all that matters.


    Me.


    Him.


    Mine