You’re Mine

Chapter 150

Harper

Mom and Dad think I'm still with Sadie, that we're sleeping off the New Year's Eve party and then going for pizza.

That's the story I told them, anyway.

But the truth is, after sleeping off our hangover, Ryan is leaving Easton's house, where he stayed the night, to come over to Sadie’s, and I'm going to Easton’s.

And Ryan and I are switching phones in case the parentals decide to check our locations.

I've thought about tasting Easton from the moment I woke up, all while Sadie was cooking us breakfast, the feeling growing even stronger as she drives me to Easton's.

And because the four of us had discussed this idea prior to the party, planning well in advance, I'd had time to buy Easton a little present.

It’s wrapped in a box that I carry inside his house, passing Ryan in the hallway on his way to the front door.

“If Mom calls, have Sadie answer or something,” I tell him, handing him my phone in exchange for his.

“She won't call, she'll text.

Her and Dad are probably as hungover as us.

But if she does text, do me a favor and try to sound like me.” I laugh.

“Oh, you mean, like give her a one—word response?” “Whatever, just don't get us caught.” He closes the door behind him, and I find Easton on the couch, a blanket over him, a buffet of fast-food wrappers

on the coffee table.

“Is your head pounding as hard as mine?” I ask, setting the box on the table and crawling up next to him, snuggling under the blanket.

“Everything hurts.” He kisses the top of my head as I rest it on his chest.

“But so worth it.

That was a hell of a party.” I don’t want to admit this, but it was so much better than I expected.

In fact, I had a blast.

“What time did we get home?” I ask.

I remember the four of us jumping into an Uber and the boys having the driver drop us off first, but I was far too drunk to see the time.

“I think it was close to four.” “Woof.” “Yeah ...

tell me about it.” He rubs his hand over my back.

“Are you hungry? Ryan and I had all this food delivered and a whole other bag that I stuck in the fridge.” “Sadie made pancakes.

I’m stuffed.” “Pancakes sound pretty good.” “They were chocolate chip and she made hash browns to go with them, mmm.” “You might be making me hungry again.” I glance up, our eyes connecting.

“Hungry for what?” He chuckles.

“I love that you want my cock as much as I want your pussy.” I freeze and try to listen for movement upstairs.

“Your parents aren't here, are they?” “Nah.

We're all alone until tonight.” I wiggle away and lean up, grabbing the box from the table.

“Perfect, then you can open your gift.” I place it on his lap.

“You already got me a Christmas gift.” “This isn’t for Christmas ...” He eyes me, and then he slowly unwraps the paper from the box, tossing it onto the table before he lifts the top to peek inside.

“Do you want to explain this?” he asks, smiling.

“It's simple really ...” I play with the tassels on the end of the blanket.

“There’s something else I wanted to give you aside from my virginity.” He lifts the present out of the box, the bottle of lube now resting in his palm.

“Your ass?” I nod.

“It's the only part of me you haven't had.” “Get over here,” he growls, and I giggle as his hands surround me, lifting me onto his lap where his mouth devours mine.

“Before you get too carried away, let’s go take a shower—I think we could both use one—and then have some fun.” “You want to use the lube now?” I lick across my bottom lip, something that drives him nuts.

“Unless you have a better idea ...” “My hangover is suddenly gone,” he jokes, and he rises from the couch, leading me upstairs to his room, and into his own private bathroom.

He turns on the water and while we wait for it to warm, we strip off our clothes.

When we're both standing naked in front of each other, he pulls out the tie that’s holding my hair in a ponytail.

“Fuck, I'm the luckiest guy in the world.” His stare is like fire as it moves across my tits and down my stomach to the spot between my legs.

It scorches me in a way where I’m instantly wet.

His words do the same.

Sometimes, so simple, but they hit the hardest.

I can feel them deeper than my chest.

Deeper than my heart.

It’s like they live inside me.

He backs me up into the shower, the heavy, hot stream running over the top of my head, soaking my hair and body.

Easton lathers his hands in soapy bubbles and rubs them across my breasts.

“Mmm,” I moan, my head falling back, the water now beating on my face.

“That feels so good.” He goes lower, covering my stomach and hips, pausing when he reaches my clit.

He circles the top, adding pressure and I can’t breathe without a moan coming out of my lips.

“Easton ...” His mouth is on my neck, the whiskers that had grown overnight, tickling my skin.

He feels amazing and I have a hard time staying in the moment and not getting lost in the pleasure.

I reach for the bottle of body wash and squirt some in my hands, running the silky soap over his shoulders and down his chiseled chest, my fingers falling into the grooves of his abs before I fist him.

He's so hard.

He rocks his hips forward the moment I surround him and I pump my fist up and down along his length.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses.

I gasp as his finger enters me, the water only adding to the sensations that are already pulsing, his thumb circling the top of me.

“Oh God.” The combination is making my back arch, it’s making my legs numb.

I can feel a build and it's taking over, and I don’t know if my feet are going to hold me.

“Easton, yes!” He needs to feel what I’m feeling, so I tighten my grip and stroke him even faster, twisting my wrist as I reach his crown, running my thumb over the center of his tip.

“Harper,” he breaths, taking my bottom lip into his mouth, gnawing his teeth into it.

I’m drowning in Easton and the tingles that are shooting through my lower stomach.

When I know I can’t hold on any longer, a blast explodes through me, and I begin to shudder.

He grabs me with his free arm, taking my weight, while grinding out my orgasm with his other hand.

And when I can’t focus on anything but the flames that are licking through me, I release his dick, and wrap my arms around his shoulders. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

I just need to hold on—to him, to all of this.

I finally start to still and catch my breath, and that’s when I hear, “It's time to use my present.”