A/N: Mature content.

Black was Harper's color but how she'd shown up in a red dress that looked like it had been painted onto her insanely banging body, with every curve, dip, and swell put on full display, spoke volumes. She wanted attention and fuck, she got an entire houseful of it. From where I sat in the backyard, I clearly saw when every guy's eyes turned towards the blonde bombshell, girl's eyes filled with envy, and fuck, Evan's tongue rolled onto the ground as he kicked aside his easy scores for tonight and fell right into Harper's seduction-eye gaze trick within one look.

I wasn't much better, since my preplanned apology dissolved within the mental fog that flooded through my mind at the sight of her. Within two seconds, I ran interference on Evan's idiotic belief that he had any chance with the girl I'd already told the entire house was off-limits.

Harper, like always, was a constant contradiction to herself. Her words clearly said she wanted nothing to do with me but fuck, her body wanted mine just as desperately as I wanted hers. All the physical cues that Harper herself couldn't hide, from the goosebumps that raised under my palm on her bare, exposed back, her enlarged pupils highlighted by the lightness of her eyes, and the pulse line up her neck that I skimmed my nose up before I spoke into her ear, screamed for me to take her upstairs until those words of denial turned into screams of pleasure.

Her 5ft10 frame was elevated on heels that brought her chin up to my shoulder height and her hair was pulled tightly back into a ponytail that I wanted my fist wrapped around while my lips ravaged hers so hard that I smeared the red she'd painted on hers. Whatever gray and black lined around her eyes made her blue irises look electric and my pants tightened at one three-second look she fired at me in whatever eye-fuck game she played that toyed with both me and Evan.

The stupid lines game I threw at Harper was just a test of her willingness that she stayed because knowing her like I did, she bolted at any serious discussion of feelings, which my apology fell under. Unfortunately, Harper's insults had always been a huge turn-on and her close proximity, the familiar vanilla scent on her skin, even the irritation that flooded her eyes and voice drew me in closer to acting on what the non-brain part of my body wanted.

My body surged with self-satisfaction when I left her speechless with the threat of genuine feelings and declared, "I win, Harper."

The warmth that pulsed from her wrist into my palm contrasted her spat out, "No. Fuck no, I'm not going -"

"Rules are rules," I reminded her and, with one sweep of my arm, hauled her stomach over my left shoulder and groaned quietly at the feel of her warm, smooth thighs when I pinned them against my side. "Even in verbal games, sore loser."

As I expected, two fists slammed into my upper back, Harper's torso twitched like she'd been electrocuted, and her voice was laced with anger, "Put me down, fucking caveman!"

"Not a chance," I assured her with a hard, satisfying slap into her closest ass cheek, then rubbed over the area with my palm as I hauled her inside.

With my height, I carefully made sure I avoided smacking Harper's head on the ceiling while I weaved through the tight party crowd, which wasn't easy with how she writhed like a rabid animal. Our exchange drew every set of eyes in the living room towards us, which included Evan's amused smirk from the pair of girls he'd had earlier who now stood next to him with their arms crossed and pouts on their lips.

"Don't make me scream," Harper growled into my ear as I climbed up the stairs and grunted when one of her legs kneed me right in the stomach. My gut clenched under the slammed contact but internally I was thankful she missed her actual target.

"Screaming is exactly what I want from you," I joked and slapped her ass again, which stilled her long enough that I rounded the stairs and weaved around a few people in the upstairs hallway. London's wide eyes met mine before he shook his head, retreated to his room, and slammed the door shut.

My fingers fumbled as they unlocked my bedroom door while my other arm held a still-squirming Harper over my shoulder. I slammed the door shut but froze when her next tactic was her hand snaked down my back lower and one of her fingers poked right over my asshole. My glutes tightened and I nearly dropped her straight onto the floor.

Since I knew Harper's only intentions were a plotted exit strategy, I leaned against the closed door and locked it behind me. Her arms crossed over her chest, huff left those gorgeous red lips, and her eyes alternated between murderous looks at me and flicked over to my closed bedroom window.

"Go ahead." My lips curled up at the obvious way she contemplated jumping. "Two stories up, you'll break your legs."

"I'll take my chance," she grumbled quietly, then gazed around her room and spoke softly more to herself than me. "Cleaner than I thought it'd be."

"I haven't had anyone up here this year," I promised her. "Not even Brit's been in my bed, I swear."

"This year... You mean this semester." One of Harper's eyebrows lifted but she held her standoffish stance, one hip jutted out slightly sideways and her eyes threw light blue daggers in my direction. "Your conniving, toxic ex doesn't exactly fill me with warm fuzzies either, Jake."

"Yeah..." One of my hands raked through my hair as that reminder of my mistakes resurfaced. "Don't worry, I handled her."

Harper tossed me a skeptical look, which shifted within a blink and annoyance flashed in her eyes. As if some internal switch was flipped, within one step, she palmed my chest, smashed my back into the door, then pinned me in place when she pushed herself flush against me.

While I had no idea what happened, none of me complained. Her breasts softly pressed into my chest, right under the spot where her palms slid up and her fingers pinched down onto my shoulders.

"And me?" she spat out angrily. "What's your aim here, asshole? Handling me?"

"No." My hands shot right to her waist with the intention that I grinded the proof of how much this girl affected me against her when she exercised her own idea of teasing.

With one lean forward of her head, Harper's breath fanned warmly up the side of my neck and over the junction with my jaw, then her lips skimmed a light touch that outlined the shell of my ear. A sting erupted in the soft flesh of my earlobe as her teeth bit down, not in a seductive move but a warning. Soft vibrations from her voice combined with the warmth of her breath and raised goosebumps on the side of my neck.

"What's your real game here, Jake?" she purred out quietly but her palms shoved my shoulders roughly. "Why can't you leave me the fuck alone?"

"Harper..." I half-groaned, half-growled as the remaining blood in my veins rushed south.

In addition to the swelled movement between my legs, painful thumps in my chest throbbed right where her hands lowered and flattened. My mouth and throat became parched and the apology I'd planned tonight died on my lips as I rolled them inward and wet them with my tongue. Her vanilla scented skin permeated into my nose on my slow breath but my words and thoughts both fogged over from how her body - soft, warm, and curved in all the right places - pushed up against me.

In a strained voice, I croaked out, "You know -"

"I know you want whatever the fuck I'll let you have," she murmured in a quiet but arrogant voice as her fingers tensed into my chest, then teased circular stroking motions over my shoulders. "Is that what you want? Me Jake?"

The words, "More than anything," left my mouth in a shameless growl. The raging hard-on in the crotch of my jeans tested the last shred of my dignity as I gripped her hips and smashed my erection right between the seam of her legs.

As I groaned quietly from the frictioned contact, Harper's eyes flashed brighter. Her pupils enlarged and the corners of her lips curled up. "So beg me for it."

Whatever words in my preplanned apology I'd held onto dissolved into the fog of lust that clouded over my brain. Throbs of pain below my navel showed my cock no longer listened to reason as it strained painfully against my poor choice of jeans.

Despite the more than twenty willing girls who'd approached me tonight, I hadn't flinched any reaction at a single one. Since the moment I saw Harper at the stadium earlier today, I only wanted her. My cock wanted to be inside her, hopefully balls deep with her moans of pleasure in my ears.

My ego wasn't ready to take a back seat though, as one of my hands clenched tightly onto her hip and anchored her against the fucking steel rod that started since my first sight of her. In retaliation for her teasing, my other hand fisted her ponytail in a tight grip, angled her neck, and I pressed my lips hard against the spot behind her ear.

A soft clap sound erupted as her fingers enclosed around my wrist. I ignored her silent protest because her pulse throbbed as I sucked hard, then gently, almost tentatively, drew my tongue in a small circle around the pink raised mark. A smirk curled up the corners of my mouth as I withdrew and reminded her, "Two-way street, firecracker. I don't have to check if you're wet, I know it."

Even from my pinned position, my fingers on her hips twitched for bare skin contact. "You're fighting to squeeze your legs closed and, knowing you, your pussy is throbbing, crying, weeping already."

Tiny lines of green filtered into Harper's light blue eyes as she pulled her head back. "Who says I'll let you check?"

"You," I reminded her as my hand lowered down to her inner thighs, where I gently forced them wider open and trailed my fingers upwards over the soft, smooth skin. When the fabric of the bottom of her dress brushed over my knuckles, I paused and waited for her reaction.

While I'd expected a verbal response of consent, Harper's version far exceeded that. Her hands grabbed mine and guided it upwards until I palmed right over her bare mound.

"Fuck," I cursed at how she wasn't wearing any panties and threaded my index finger upwards until the tip caressed over the small mounds of her soft, smooth outer folds. A smirk curled up the corners of my mouth as my finger gently slid in deeper and I took a mental inventory.

Outer folds? Wet.

Inner folds? Wet.

Clit? Pulsing and w-

"Is that what you want?"

With a smirk, she clenched her fingers into my wrist and shifted her hips so my finger slipped inside of her entrance. She shifted her hips and my finger submerged inside, further and further until my palm pressed into her outer folds. The warm, wet sensations that enclosed my finger and throbbed lightly like a pulse also drew in my middle finger and I curled both inwards. Her frontal walls were tight, probably painfully tight on her end, so I massaged gently and carefully, drew out her arousal, and thumbed circles over the part of her clit I'd bypassed on my entrance.

"You want to fuck me," she challenged, not asked me as her hips slightly lifted and lowered against my finger strokes. "Not your fingers, you want to slam me against whatever surface you have, maybe this fucking door, and impale me until you leave fucking bruises."

"Bold words," I mumbled as her nails hooked into the skin on my wrist like talons at this point, but her fingers trembled slightly while mine worked over her inner wall until I found the firm, spongy tissue I knew was in there. "Given what position we're in, my fingers in your pussy, almost at your g-spot, I could stop any time."

"You won't though." Harper bucked harder as a moan finally passed out of her lips. I withdrew my fingers enough, pinched her clit hard, gave it a light flick with my middle finger's nail, and smirked when she gasped slightly. "You're too... fucking... proud."

With no ounce of shame, her hands clenched my wrist again, and thrust my fingers back inside. I watched, silent and almost in awe, as she shifted her hips and fucked my fingers, back and forth until her walls swelled up with hot, wet tensions. By the dilation in her pupils and the short breaths she pushed out, I knew she was close and my ego exploded at how her orgasm had probably also built up from the moment her eyes first locked onto mine.

My fingers tapped and rubbed two inches inside, where I slightly curled again into her firm, sensitive walnut-sized spot, harder than her soft walls, up in the front and slightly off to her right just where I remembered it was located.

That's G.

Let's see if I can find the other letter, A.

"Fuck, if y-you stop," she threatened me through clenched teeth but the way her hands tugged mine inward and her hips thrust against my slicked fingers showed what she really wanted, relief from this fucking magnetic tension between us. "Then I swear, I'll -"

Arrogance soaked my voice just as much as the number Harper's fluids did on my fingers as I wagged them back and forth in search of my second destination. Not all girls had an a-spot but this one sure did, so I teased her with my fingers and words, "You won't come until you get back to your dorm room and fuck yourself with a dildo while you think about how you would've finished here instead."

Before she responded with a usual insult, I slipped in my ring finger, inhaled sharply at the wet, squeezed pressure, and reminded her with one deeper thrust of the obvious, "But my fingers are real."

"This -" My heart pounded painfully in my chest as I leaned my head down and pressed my lips against the pulse point in her neck. "- isn't rubber."

"This -" I clenched her ass with my free hand and pressed the base of my palm into her mound. "- isn't glass."

"And this -" I pinched her clit again, then massaged her a-spot with a slight back and forth 'windshield' movement of my fingers until her walls swelled up, choked down, and she cried out quietly. "- isn't vibrating plastic."

Fuck, I'll never look at recycling the same way again.

Once Harper's hands released my wrist in surrender, my lips attached to the side of her neck again, where I nibbled, kissed, and sucked at my leisure while a slight tremble shook through her spine. My ego exploded as goosebumps raised across her pink-flushed chest and her lashes fluttered over her cheeks as her eyes closed.

With my free hand still cupped tightly around Harper's ass and her body putty under my control, I guided her movements in sync with mine. With anyone else, I honestly would've touched gently and stopped once I knew she was wet enough for my cock but I had two fucking points to prove here.

I know this girl wants it faster, harder, and rougher.

And I'm the one to fucking give it to her.

Harper's hands lifted to my shoulders again and I ignored the sting from her nails dug down. This time, she braced herself as I thrust my fingers in and out, rubbed right up against her back spot on repeat until her grunts intermixed with moans and curse words as trickles of arousal ran down to my palm.

On each inward thrust, I curled my fingers in a tiny, crooked motion, then pulled back and built her up with repeated movements. Harper's own movements met mine push for push as she half-relieved herself like my fingers were at her disposal with low groans. After a line of tension ran through her body like her spine was pulled tight, she exhaled sharply, and her movements slowed. Relief flooded through her eyes as she stilled, lightened her grip on my shoulders, and only her chest heaved as she panted softly.

After a slow, gentle exit, I lifted up my hand, thrust my fingers into my mouth one at a time, and sucked her warm, slightly sweet arousal off. I winked at those enlarged, blown out pupils surrounded by her light irises, clamped that same palm over her mouth, and hammered my point home, "Here's your proof."

Two full light blue circles gazed up at me from above my wall of fingers but one circular sweep of her tongue over the last of her orgasm evidence proved how this girl was the fucking best sex partners I'd ever had.

No prompting, no hesitation, no begging. She just gets it.

Heated throbs from my cock reminded me of its neglected existence when she pulled her head back, wrapped those red lips around my index finger, and sucked hard. Before I responded, she dropped to her knees and all my senses were blown to shit.

Wait, what!? I -

"Is this is even clean," Harper taunted as her hands made quick work at my waist until both my jeans and boxers dropped down to my ankles in a soft plop sound. A low groan rushed out of me when my newly freed cock was hit with the cooler air but one look down at the hardened, almost angry look in Harper's eyes blew my thoughts out of my own damn mind.

Before I answered yes and showed her the test results' proof, she made an 'o' shape with her right index finger and thumb, then wrapped her hand around my hard, swollen shaft. With one aggressive stroke downward from her finger and thumb over the head of my cock, I sucked all the air out the room with how strongly I inhaled and my upper body's weight fell back against the door.

Fuck yes.

A raw, guttural noise escaped from me and I fought the urge that I rolled my eyes back as she stroked hard down to the base. Since I first saw Harper again, fuck no just the possibility that I saw her, I'd wanted this so bad, her hands, her lips, and her pussy on me that I threw all fucking common sense out against the feelings of lust and want that surged inside me.

Harper being Harper had her own game plan, where she was completely in control, and pinned against the door, I was at her mercy. From where she knelt down between my knees, her free hand palmed flat over my left thigh, which clenched with every other muscle in me when her right hand guided my cock towards her mouth. My gut flinched like I braced for a punch when her lips brushed against the tip, rolled a tiny amount of the soft skin into her warm, wet mouth, and fired off a line of sensitive nerves as she teased the slit with the tip of her tongue.

With an impressive amount of patience, her fire-engine red lips pursed just around the head, and gently sucked in and out while her hand stroked the lower half of my base. My legs twitched like she'd electrocuted me as her tongue lapped over the bottom of the head a few times, until she built up enough saliva that her velvet-textured tongue spread it around my head like lubrication.

Under the torturously slow, circular massages her tongue dragged around the head, the nerve endings in it tingled and fired off like lust-filled fireworks with each pass, and my head dropped back against the door's hard surface. The part of my cock not in her mouth throbbed against the friction strokes her hand continued and an embarrassingly impatient sensation for release built up in my gut.

My hands tightened into fists and a slight dizziness flooded into my head as I looked down and met the flash of her eyes. Even with my cock partially in her mouth, she smirked up at me. The view of her lips wrapped around my head, blood red and slightly puffy, combined with the soft, textured strokes of her tongue as she lubricated my head and I was beyond gone.

Fuck, she hasn't even sucked yet.

A low groan left me when she popped off, tossed me another smirk, and ran her lips over the rest of my cock. She delicately nibbled and nipped at the hard skin up and down my shaft like it was her dinner and my balls nearly fell off from how heavy they sagged under her teasing.

Seconds after she dragged her tongue's warm, wet texture around the sensitive head with another circular swipe, then outlined trails up and down the central ridge, I was so hard I was surprised I hadn't poked her in the eye.

"Fuck, Harper." I groaned and slammed my head backwards again when she moved lower.

She's going to give me a concussion at this rate.

The tickle of her nasal breaths traveled farther down, all the way under until she nudged the tip of her nose right between my balls, then stroked her tongue in one long, suggestive movement against the taut skin behind them that clenched both my stomach and my asshole simultaneously.

"Harper..."

Shivers raced down my spine and my toes knuckled over from the pleasure that throbbed through me while her pursed lips gave my balls a fucking royal treatment of hot, wet, and heady ministrations of pressured sucks alternated with textured massages from her tongue.

Painfully slowly and diligently, she went one side at a time and proved she was, and probably will always be, the only girl who truly tore me apart with just her mouth and fuck she wasn't afraid of putting it anywhere.

A cool air sensation hit my balls as the heat from her full, wet lips closed around the tip of my erection and whatever thoughts or hopes I'd held about fucking her tonight that lingered in the back of my thoughts were obliterated. My eyes squeezed tightly shut as she pulled me back into her mouth and warm, wet, tight suction sensations finally pulled and tugged my dick on all sides.

One of her hands gripped my base with a chokehold, while the other stroked my now-sensitive balls. They tingled and throbbed each time her knuckles brushed against them or fingertips kneaded over them. As if under her command, they drew upwards under her touch and urged me for release. The muscles in my thighs tensed as desire shot through my nerves like sonic pulses radiated out of my pelvis.

"Shit, Harper -" I groaned loudly. The wet, hot, velvety texture of her tongue ran back up my shaft, combined with the rough scrapes of her teeth and surged lines of pleasure after pleasure up into my groin. My fists and jaw clenched tight when she pulled off for a moment and I opened my eyes with a prepared warning not to edge me until I saw she gently rubbed her jaw with one of her hands.

Right when my fists opened with the full intentions that I tossed her onto my bed and fucked her senseless, in one breath, Harper sucked my glistened shaft back into her mouth. The warm, slippery sensations returned and wrapped around it until she hallowed her cheeks, added pressure, and squeezed me between her tongue and palette.

Within the next breath, my whole length was in her mouth, her nose pushed into the skin below my navel, chin against my sacs, and my head brushed against the hardness of her throat. My hips clenched with the desire I pushed for more and all I needed was one clutch of her hand tighter on my thigh before I surrendered my resolve.

My right hand wrapped around her ponytail and cupped around the base of her skull as she took me deeper into her throat, and I guided her head up and down against my hip movements. Her hair felt soft and smooth to the touch that I almost felt bad as I knotted it around my fist but she hummed softly around me. Her eyes flashed up at me, with a silent gaze that told me she knew the explosive effect she had on me and, even with her knelt down and head in my grasp, I was the powerless one.

With short, shallow thrusts from my glutes, I rocked my hips forwards until my tip rammed into the back of her throat. With each forward thrust, all the glorious deep throat signs erupted on Harper's face. Her eyes watered, her mouth drooled, her cheeks hallowed and flattened, and her jaw slacked as she choked me deeper and I fucked her mouth. My fingers weaved and tugged through her hair until her moans vibrated up my shaft and my eyes locked on her light blue eyes, tinted with green flecks that were highlighted by the red irritation from her tears.

Watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth, outlined by her red lips was hotter than I could've imagined and her tugging, suction movements sent spasms through my entire groin area. My chest heaved, the muscles in my legs locked up, and a searing hot ache of frustration grew inside my gut.

"Harper," I warned her of my fast coming release as my balls twitched up, but she only responded by tugging me deeper into her mouth until the head of my cock hit the back of her throat again. My balls pulsed like they were filled with electricity, then tightened and shot relief up my tightened shaft.

A lone tear squeezed out one of Harper's eyes but her hardened look of determination as she glanced up had me completely unraveled. She broke something inside me, tiny white sparks flashed in my eyes, and I spilled hot and heady into her mouth. With one twitch, I coated everything that Harper's throat gave me.

If the instant relief that surged through me wasn't enough, Harper just moaned as her hand milked me dry and swallowed hard once, then twice.

Under the weakness in my knees and lightheadedness in my forehead, Harper somehow pulled me off the door and rotated us around. My bare ass sank down onto my bed, where I palmed my hands behind me and panted my heart rate back to normal. In the two seconds that my eyes closed, rustled movements followed by a slammed door shut crashed the reality of the situation into my fuzzy brain.

Fuck no, she did not just leave.

My feet planted onto the soft carpeted floor and the room spun slightly as I stood and pulled my clothes back into place. Harper had gotten a few steps on me in her bolted exit, which stung more than I wanted to admit, but I willingly matched her stubbornness with my own.

No... FUCK no.