“Yeeeees ...” She moaned the word into several syllables. “But I want more. I want your cock.”
“Ah.” I paused my movements, taking a minute to breathe for my own sake—so I didn’t blow my load the minute I unzipped—as much as to tease Harper. “Hmmm. Youhavebeen a good girl, keeping your hands where I told you.” I kept her dress hiked up high and used the hand that had been stroking her to unbutton my pants and pulled down the zipper. My dick sprang out, eager to join in the fun.
“Oh, my God.” She sank her teeth into her lower lip. “Want to touch you.”
“Not yet.” I fumbled in my pocket and pulled out a condom. “You’re not going to touch me until after I make you come. But don’t worry—watching’s allowed.”
And knowing her eyes never left my fingers as I rolled the latex over my erection made me all the more eager to be inside her. I rubbed the head over her silky folds, and she wriggled, trying to get me into the right place. Since I felt that patience should be rewarded, I didn’t make either of us wait any longer. With one sharp, quick thrust, I slid into her.
Harper threw back her head, gasping. Her hands left the wall and circled my waist, grabbing my ass in an effort to pull me closer, but being inside her felt so fucking perfect that I didn’t even scold her for moving them.
“Do you want it harder?” I asked, burying my face in her neck. “Do you want it faster?”
“Yes.” She rode me, searching for the exact undulation that would bring the pleasure she sought. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
“Lift up your leg. Let me—” I grasped the back of one of her knees and then the other, so that I was even deeper inside her. “There you go. Now hold on. I’m not going to stop until you scream my name. Take me even further, Harper. Take me until it hurts.”
She held onto my shoulders, and I began to drive into her, each stroke bringing me close to the point where I was going to lose my mind. I could tell by the small gasping sounds she was making that Harper was right there with me.
“About to come so fucking hard, sugar. God, about to explode deep inside you.”
She bent backward then, crying out my name and other unintelligible syllables, her inner channels gripping my cock so tight that she sent me spiraling over the edge, too. My body stiffened into one giant, rock-hard muscle, the release longer and more intense than any I could remember ever feeling.
Harper slumped into me, her head coming to rest on my shoulder, and I staggered back a few steps, still reeling from the massive high. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the brush of her warm breath on my neck as I loosened my grip on her legs, letting them drop slowly to the floor, holding her arm until I was certain she’d found her balance. Pulling out of her, I held the end of the condom in one hand and brushed her hair back from her face with the other.
“Bathroom?” I asked, not wanting to break the spell she’d woven around me, but at the same time, needing a little bit of space. A little breathing room.
“Uh, down that hall, at the end.” Harper pointed to the right. She adjusted the strap of her dress, covering the one boob I’d exposed.
“Thanks. Be right back.” I headed in the direction she’d indicated and opened the door to a small guest bath that was painted a soft blue. There were yellow accents here and there, and the kind of fussy towels I associated with my sisters and my mom. Happily for me, there was also a rectangular basket of paper guest towels as well, and after I’d disposed of the condom, I washed my hands and used one of those to dry them.
When I came back out, the small foyer where I’d so thoroughly fucked Harper was empty. I heard a sound behind me and went in that direction, finding her in the kitchen, pulling bottles of water from the fridge.
“Hey. Found the bathroom?” She quirked an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah, thanks.” I jammed my hands into the front pockets of my pants. “You have a nice place here.”
“Thanks.” Harper glanced around as though looking at it through fresh eyes. “I had a roommate until last year, and we decorated it together. I thought about looking for something smaller or even trying to find another roommate when she moved out, but I like it here, and I can afford it. Plus, I never have time to scout out someone else who I’d like enough to live here with me.” She lifted the two bottles of water. “Want one of these? I also have beer, some red wine, whiskey or rum. Oh, and even some tequila.”
“Water’s good. Thanks.” I accepted the bottle and unscrewed the cap, taking a long drink.
“Why did your roommate move out?”
“Oh, because I’m a big old ‘ho and she couldn’t deal with the strange men and women coming in and out of my bedroom all the time.” My face must’ve given away my surprise, because Harper laughed. “Kidding. I’m not that bad. She moved in with her boyfriend, who is actually her fiancé now. We’re still best friends, I promise you. I’m even going to be her maid of honor.”
“Oh. That’s nice.” I wasn’t sure what the proper response to that was. “Are you from around here originally?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I grew up in Lexington, Virginia in a very old and very traditional Southern family. I moved here when this restaurant opened up—the owner offered me the job as head chef, even though she’s technically the one in charge. We set the menus together, and she lets me weigh in on decisions ... even though she’s the final word.”
“You like what you do?” I was fairly sure of the answer from the way she talked.
“I do. It’s a lot of pressure and very little time off, but I’ve worked in worse kitchens. The people here are a little more laid-back than most. Still, most Saturday nights I end up screaming at someone. It’s just the nature of the job.”
“Huh.” I took another drink. “Are you always off on Fridays? I thought was a busy night in the restaurant business.”
“No, I’m almost never off on any weekend night. But Aimee, who owns the place, invited her boyfriend’s family to a private dinner there tonight. They’re all in town from the West coast, and she wanted to do all the cooking herself. So we shut down, and everyone got a paid night off.”
I whistled. “I’d think closing on one of your most lucrative nights would be a bad business decision.”
