“Have a seat. Now, I’m in charge.”
I sank onto the mattress. “This sounds promising.”
She smiled at me, crossed her arms in front of her and in one fluid movement, took off her dress, standing naked before me in just her black heels.
“Oh, I think it will be.”
Holy fuck.I’d seen her tits early, and I’d had an up-close and personal encounter with her pussy, but seeing all of her displayed before me sent my desire into overdrive. Harper tapped against my shoulder with one finger.
“Take off your shirt.”
Slowly, I unbuttoned the dress shirt, shrugged out of it and tossed it to the other side of the bed. Harper knelt in front of me, wriggling my pants and boxers down my legs, easing my shoes from my feet so that in a moment, I was as bare as she was.
“Now what?” I was teasing her a little, thinking she didn’t have a real plan here. I should have known better.
“Nowput your hands behind your back.” She pulled the leather belt from the loops of my discarded pants.
A twinge of worry made me frown. “Why?”
Harper raised one eyebrow, staring me down. “Because I said so. Do it.”
I did as she said—after all, she’d been a good sport all along, and I figured I owed her that much. She climbed onto the bed behind me, wrapped my belt around my wrists and tugged until I couldn’t move.
“And now ...” She came back to my front and knelt down before me, running her fingernails over the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. “Now it’s time to really play.”
She held my stiff dick in one hand, moving her fingers up and down the shaft. I gritted my teeth and tried to think about anything that might slow down my response here, anything that would keep me from exploding too soon.
Cold showers. Slogging in the mud when we’re in the field. Aunt Alice’s wart.
“Tell me, Jake.” She was watching me, her gaze assessing. “What do you want me to do right now? Should I keep touching you?”
“Yes.” I ground out the word.
“Excellent.” Her fingers teased over the head, smearing a drop of precum over the slit. “Should I use just my hands on you? Like this?” She cupped my balls, playing with them, stroking. “Or should I ... take you into my mouth?” She lowered her face against me, and I felt the incredible sensation of sliding into hot velvet, her lips closing around my cock. Her tongue circled the top, teasing.
“Mouth is good,” I managed to say. “Mouth is damn fucking good.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She blew across my damp and aching flesh, staring up into my face. “I want to be damn fucking good right now, because I’m not just going to blow your cock. I’m going to blow your fucking mind.”
* * *
“Oh, my God. I don’t think I can move.” I collapsed onto the bed next to Harper. “That’s it. I think you broke me. I’m done.”
She laughed. “Think you can hang in long enough for me to run to the bathroom? I mean, if you’re about to croak here in my bed, I’ll wait a few minutes.”
“Funny.” I took a deep breath and let it ease out. “Bring me some water, and I’ll do my best to stay alive.”
“That I can do.” She flipped off the covers and hopped out of the bed. “Be right back.”
I was worn out, but I wasn’t dead yet, which was why I kept my eyes glued to her ass while she walked naked to the door and disappeared into the dim hallway. Once she was out of sight, I stretched and propped myself up against a pillow, glancing around her room.
I didn’t know this woman well—I hardly knew her at all, except in the most physical sense. But somehow, I was positive that her bedroom was a total reflection of who she was. The walls were painted a basic cream, but they were hung with framed prints, many of rolling hills and misty forests. Others were photographs of the beach or close-ups of seashells.
Her bed was a huge four-poster, and a matching dresser dominated the adjacent wall. Curious, I leaned up to check out the photographs there; these were family pictures, a couple of formally-posed shots and then some others that were clearly more candid. In one, Harper stood between a young man and a younger woman. It was clear from the family resemblance that these three had to be siblings. All of them were beaming at the camera, but there was something in Harper’s eyes, some glint of mischief that made her undeniably the most interesting person in the shot.
“Checking me out, are you?” She stood next to the bed, her arms crossed over her still-nude breasts, water bottles in each hand. “Are you being nosy?”
“I like family pictures.” I shrugged. “Are these two your only brother and sister?”
