You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Easton

When Harper and I parted at the start of first period, where was the last thing she said to me. Now that we're at her house, sitting on the couch in her living room, she just finished spilling where she had in mind. And I'm a little surprised. ‘That's your fantasy? '

I ask, nodding toward the Christmas tree. “To fuck under there? '

The location is weird as hell, but that doesn’t stop my dick from getting hard. It’s been throbbing to be inside her since the moment we walked into her house. There’s something about going all day at school without being able to touch her the way I want to, that always works me up. She bites her nail as she says, “Do you think I'm crazy? '

“Crazy, no. We all have fantasies, Harper. Shit, I have plenty of my own. '

“I've been nervous to tell you, but since my mom put the tree up a few days ago, it’s all I've been thinking about. '

“Tell me why. '

She shrugs. “I ... know it’s strange. But, since I was a kid, there's always been something about that tree. Maybe it’s the scent of the fir needles or the twinkling lights, maybe it’s the soft, fuzzy skirt around the bottom—I don't know, I just want it to happen. '

She stops chewing her nail, moving on to her lip, gnawing on that bottom one like it’s gum. “And I want it to happen now. Her neediness, the way she’s demanding my cock, makes me smile. The truth is, I don’t give a fuck if it happens under the tree or in the bathroom under the stairs, like the first time we kissed, or in the janitor’s closet at school. I just want to touch her, I want to taste her. I want to come inside her. I stand from the couch and kneel on the floor in front of her, holding her face with both my hands. “Kiss me. '

Her lips immediately fall against mine, her mouth parting, allowing my tongue in. I don’t know how a kiss can turn me on this badly, but something about the way Harper moves her lips causes an urge to take over my body. All can think about is her pussy. I reach underneath her shirt, fisting her tit through her bra, grazing my thumb back and forth across her nipple. Her breathing increases, each exhale ending in a soft, sweet moan. There’s nothing better than the way her body responds to me. It doesn’t matter how I’m touching her, she finds pleasure in all of it. But I need more. I lift her off the couch and carry her over to the fuzzy skirt that frames the tree, lying her down on top of it. “Here? '

She nods. “Yes. '

My hand rests against her stomach, lowering until I reach her pussy. “And here. '

She smiles. “Fuck, yes. '

In one quick movement, I have her pants unbuttoned, her zipper down, and her pants pulled off. I don’t want to waste a goddamn second. From the moment I saw her this morning, hugging Sadie, clearly upset, all I thought about was making her feel better. My mouth can certainly do that. I get on my stomach, positioning myself between her bent knees, and I shift her panties aside, my tongue licking her clit. “Easton... '

she moans, tugging at my hair, bringing me even closer. What that earns her is a finger, slipped into her wetness. I bury it inside her until I reach my knuckle, that’s where I turn my wrist, pulling out, and diving back in. “Oh God, yes, '

she hisses. She tastes so good, her wetness coating me, her tightness sucking me in. I can’t wait to dip my cock into her, to feel her pulsing around me, to hear her screaming my name over and over. But I'm going to make sure that happens from my tongue first. I'm going to make sure she comes so hard, she doesn't even remember what upset her earlier. My hand speeds up, so does my mouth, focusing on the top of her clit, licking it horizontally. My finger tilts forward, finding that place, deep inside, that I know she loves. “Ahhh! '

I add a second finger, her moans turning even louder, and that makes me lick her harder, it makes me finger—fuck her faster. Her thighs fall against my face, and I push them apart as her back arches off the floor, her fingers twist my hair like she’s trying to rip it out. Goddamn it, she’s so fucking hot. Especially when she comes, like she’s about to right now. I can feel the build happening inside her body as she starts to grind her clit against my mouth. Her sounds are filling my ears, her wetness thickening the more I lick, her pussy clenching against my finger. She’s seconds away. She just needs that push. And I’m going to give it to her. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking just the edge with the tip of my tongue, and that’s when I hear, “Easton, I’m going to— '

“What the fuck! '

Harper’s mother gasps. My tongue goes still. My body goes rigid. My dick goes limp. I don’t glance up—I don’t dare—but from what I just heard, her mom can’t be more than a few feet away. Harper and I react at the same time. She shouts, “Mom, '

and grabs for her jeans. I push myself to my feet, turning my face so her mom doesn’t see me wipe her daughter's wetness off my lips. When I finally face both women, I say, “Il, ah— '

“Easton, I think you should leave, '

her mom says, cutting me off. “l... '

I don’t know what the fuck to say to that. Harper is trying to wiggle into her jeans, I know she’s about to get the wrath of her mother any second. I don’t want to leave her, but the way her mom is looking at me, tells me I have seconds to find the door before she kills me. “I'll call you, '

I tell her. “You will most certainly not, '

her mother says. “Because Harper's phone is going to be taken away ... for the rest of her life. '

“Mom— '

“Are you really going to Mom me? '

her mother snaps. “Because you think you have a right to talk back to me when I just walked into my house and saw you on the floor with your brother's best friend, under our family’s Christmas tree, no less, with his face between .. '

Her hand goes to her forehead. “I can't even say it, I'm so disgusted. '

What the hell? Why did she call me her brother's best friend? I'm Harper's boyfriend. I look at Harper, waiting for her eyes to find mine. But they don't, they stay glued on her mother. I just want to grab her by the hand and walk her out of here and take her to my place. “Easton, '

her mother says, forcing my attention to her. “It’s time to get moving. '

“Bye, Harper ... '

I keep my eyes on her as I walk toward the door. With my hand on the knob, I add, “I'll see you at school tomorrow. '

The second the door closes behind me, I place my ear against, listening “Sit down, '

her mother shouts. “You have some serious explaining to do. '

Fuck. Me.