A/N: Mature content. 🤪🤪🤪

Both mornings after Harper bolted from the house, I woke up with a grin on my face, as I always did after I had sex. Despite the morning wood that pointed straight north, my testosterone levels were more than completely satisfied after Harper's surprise post-practice visits and every cell in my body felt simultaneously energized and refreshed.

Despite the wide grin that also creased my face during Thursday night's dinner while the idiots around the table teased me endlessly about the girl who fled downstairs and out the front door faster than they realized who she was, I sat silently. While I never admitted how Harper bolted out like the house was on fire bothered me to any of the guys who grinned at me around our table, internally her reactions bothered me a lot.

Not that I expected Harper was up for another round of amazing sex before she went back to UCLA but the hard, quick fuck exceeded my expectations. Instant relief surged through me as I came hard, but by Harper's shift from tensely wired up to relaxed, she needed it more than I did.

Fuck, she even thanked me.

All other girls I had to purposely kick out. I wasn't a total asshole who tossed out a girl who was exhausted afterwards, but they always lingered, for breakfast, awkward 'when can I see you next?'-type conversations, or searched for any shred of actual interest from me.

Not Harper, she practically kicked up a cloud of dust behind her on the way out.

That's why I have to keep going with her.

Our sex-only setup was perfect.

She's perfect. Beautiful, amazing, heated sex, and no strings.

I trusted Harper not to do shit like girls in the past attempted, and thankfully failed with me, like poked holes in condoms. She was the polar opposite of clingy and needy and nothing about her distracted me away from football or school. Her social media was like her responses to me, dead silent. Given my most recent headache that Drake said he still monitored for me, Harper's nonexistent, ghost-like social media presence was a breath of fresh air.

In a move I'd never done in three years here at USC, I'd shared my spare set of house and room keys so Harper knew how much I trusted her. How quickly she'd turned down the idea that we fucked in her room surprised me but if she wanted some semblance of space and privacy then I happily screwed her here.

And I particularly happily screwed her here when I got back from my Friday morning classes and found Harper herself in my bedroom.

Third time this week and before the game? What the fuck did I do to deserve this because I'll do it over and over again.

Technically, on paper my major was General Studies but my minor was Sports and Business Management. But every last Marketing Fundamentals thought that lingered in my mind as I walked back here completely vanished into mental dust when I saw the tall, gorgeous blonde who'd let herself in as I suggested after yesterday's hard and fast fuck that had left my mind fuzzy but concerned and body sagged with relief.

Today though, Harper wasn't naked and ready in my bed - yet - but stood, fully clothed in a pair of black leggings that showed every curve of her legs and swell of her ass I appreciated, and a loosely fitted dark purple top with a wide, scoop neck that draped over one shoulder. While my fingers twitched for a handful of her ass in both palms, her presence here reminded me of a gift I'd picked up for her after yesterday's surprise visit.

"I have something for you." I dropped my backpack on the floor, walked over to my closet, and pulled out the USC home jersey I'd gotten her, along with a smaller one. "You don't have to wear it but uhh... here."

"You autographed the small one." A smile flinched across her lips as she took both jerseys and draped them over one arm. "Thanks, Li will love it. Like I said, she can't come this week though."

"It's okay, Mom's using her seat..." My voice faded as my eyes ran over the back of her appearance. Her spine was stiff and rigid but the heart-shaped curve of her ass cried out for my hands around it.

An unfamiliar twist wrenched slightly in my chest at Harper's backhanded appreciation but I knew if she hadn't wanted my jersey on then I couldn't have forced her anyways. But the mental image of her wearing only that jersey, the number seven creased between the peaks of her nipples and her bare, long legs on display was more than enough that my cock swelled with interest by the time I stepped behind her. In one movement, I wrapped my arms around her waist, trailed my nose up the side of her neck, and breathed in her natural and faint vanilla scent.

"What are you looking at?" My eyes lifted off the warm, bare skin where my lips pressed down, right at the curve where her neck met her shoulder, and realized she held one of the few pictures I kept in here.

On my tiny wood desk sat two pictures Mom had framed and packed into my stuff this year. The metal frame Harper held in her hands housed a picture of her and Ellie together, when I'd stepped into the background and squeezed my arms around both of them. I knew from how my cleats, Santa Cruz red and white uniform, and clumped, green football field we stood on that the picture was taken our junior year of high school.

The photo Harper held was taken after my team had won our school division's state championship. The other photo, taken of Mom and Dad during the first USC home game I'd started in, wasn't one I was ready to talk about.

A slight warmth flowed into the center of my chest when Harper murmured in an uncharacteristically soft voice, "I have the same one."

Before I asked, she quickly set down the picture and added, "At Dad's house."

"Do you miss him?" I hugged my arms around her waist tighter and tucked my chin over her shoulder. I'd always appreciated how tall Harper was and, with her boots' three-inch heels, my cheek comfortably pressed into the side of her neck without much strain on the back of mine.

"That asshole?" Her shoulder bounced a few times as she laughed and pointed one finger at my sixteen-year-old self. "Nope."

"I don't miss him either," I muttered quietly, then quickly shifted topics. "But I meant your dad."

"Yeah." She swiveled in my arms until her eyes met mine, full of an unreadable emotion. Within a blink, her gaze hardened and she clamped her hands flat against my chest. "Probably for the best we get some distance, so he can move on."

Harper hadn't said the words but her glance at Ellie's picture filled in the gap.

Like Ellie's moved on.

"Harper..." I started because the way her expression had softened, then lit up when she laughed at and talked to her dad on the phone showed a rare, open side to her. Plus, while Ellie and I spoke on the phone once a week, I was painfully aware of the sting from how she also no longer needed me in her life anymore either.

Harper slammed what little openness she'd displayed shut with the cold, almost indignant tone of voice like I'd insulted her by caring how she felt. With one hardened look straight in my eyes, she spat out, "I didn't come here to talk about my feelings, Jake."

Despite her cool exterior, I threaded my hands up under her shirt and stroked my thumbs over the sides of her flat stomach until they outlined the waistband of her leggings. With slightly raised eyebrows and a definitely elevated body temperature, I slipped her shirt off overhead, then groaned at the sight it revealed.

In even a nude-colored bra, Harpers breasts begged for my attention, and I palmed them outside the shiny, soft fabric. A slight rush sensation filled my forehead as my blood drained down between my thighs and my cock swelled in agreement when my fingers danced around the back of her strap. "What did you come here for?"

"Actually..." A slight look of guilt cast over her clear blue eyes until they flipped open when my fingers snapped open her bra and her breasts sprung free.

"What?" I leaned over, took one of her nipples in my mouth, and sucked hard onto her soft, puckered skin. Her breath washed over me as she hissed in response and her fingers tugged my head closer.

"Later... Fuck, that feels good." She groaned, fluttered her lashes as her eyes closed, and sank her nails into the back of my skull, which I couldn't have loved more by how much further that turned me on. Slight stings erupted on my scalp from her clasped hold on me and sharp tugs of her fingers knotted through my hair as I lifted her up and gently rested her in a seated position on the end of my bed.

Her black leggings contrasted my stupid white comforter but I palmed my hands into the soft fabric on either side of her hips. My mouth latched right back onto her breast and I teased out as many moans as she gave me until I kissed my way over to her other one. This time, I circled my tongue around the dusty pink skin that circled her perked nipple. With one breath in, I enclosed my mouth around the hardened nub and gently grazed my teeth over it.

"You like those, hmm?" Her voice sounded half-irritated, half-aroused when I sucked hard, so hard that I probably left a mark but I wanted bruises on her today.

"Like any guy with a pulse, of course." I skimmed my nose over her breast bone and pressed a tight kiss into the curved area. The vanilla scent from her skin, the softness of her breasts against both my cheeks, and a fine sheen of perspiration on her skin were intoxicating.

Her scent is intoxicating? Get a grip Harrison.

Unfortunately for my normally steely resolve, Harper had her own ideas.

"Then fuck them," her words flowed out as effortlessly as breathing. My head snapped up at her as a sense of awe rushed through me. Since I knew she'd hate my choice of words, I fought an urge that I called her a goddess even for thinking of that option.

"Yeah?" Instead, silently I trailed one finger down the center of her left breast and ran a line of friction over her nipple. My cock stretched up towards the waistline of my boxers as her skin pebbled with goosebumps and her nipple tightened as if under my command.

I'd seen a lot of girl's breasts in my life. Harper's were the first and as much as I probably never admitted it to her, probably my favorite and not just from my memories as a newly horny fourteen-year-old. They were large for her frame, round and heavy with fullness, but soft and delicate. And best of all, like the rest of Harper, they were very reactive.

Harper's lack of inhibitions and sexual confidence were unlike any girl I'd ever slept with, which she proved as she crawled a few inches backwards on my bed until the back of her knees hinged over the edge. "I didn't get you anything for your birthday, so don't expect anything else but... yeah."

With no other invitation needed, my hands reached behind my neck and tossed my shirt, followed quickly by my pants, onto the floor. Her eyes brightened until a brilliant shade of aquamarine haloed her enlarged pupils as I leaned over and pressed my lips against the side of her neck.

"You sure." I moved lower and murmured against the skin of her chest, right over the spot I wanted. The mental image of my cock wedged between her breasts sent a throbbing ache into my entire groin area.

"Well, if you want to use your hand instead..." The way her lips curled upwards at the corners, she knew the effect she had on me.

She can't not know, I'm beyond obvious with this girl.

"No." I clamped the tip of her chin between my thumb and index finger, then directed it in my direction. Her pupils dilated slightly as I yanked down my boxers with my other hand and added in a forceful tone, "I want you in any and every way you'll have me."

Her lips parted, probably in protest since my words were borderline mushy, but I grabbed her hips and flung her further up onto the bed in a movement that was anything but gentle. True to Harper's nature, after she landed on the soft comforter, her head tipped back and those large, round breasts jiggled teasingly as she laughed. Before she recovered, my underwear was on the floor and I laid on top of her with my cock pressed hard into the soft, concave dip of her navel.

After I shoved her shoulders down, her clothed hips pinned by mine, Harper's blonde hair flew out in random waves around her head, her eyes squeezed shut, and her cheeks flushed pink.

"You'll hate me for saying this." With one hand, I tipped her chin downward and, once her sky blue eyes opened, directed her gaze upwards to mine. "But you're beautiful."

Before her mouth moved in protest, I traced my thumb over her full, pink lower lip as I held her chin for one more eye contact moment. Her lower lip trembled slightly as my palm clenched gently around her throat, then skimmed down the length of her neck, palmed into the heartbeat that throbbed warmly in the center of her chest, and paused right at the space between her breasts.

"I'm going to take you here." I drew soft circles around her breastbone. "I want you covered in my hot, sticky cum here." My palm flattened and fingers splayed over the warmth of her chest and the arch at the apex of her ribcage as my cock ached in readiness.

"Charming, Jake." Despite being in a submissive position, she rolled her eyes. "Less talking, more fucking before I change my mind... or fall asleep from boredom."

"Don't move."

I shifted my knees forwards until they were positioned on either side of her shoulders, then spread them wider until I was low enough that I hovered over her without sitting on top of and squished her completely. My hands grasped her wrists at her sides, lifted them, and rolled them towards my face. A smile flinched across my lips at how her eyes widened when I placed a gentle kiss against the warm pulse point in the faint blue veins that lined the inside of each wrist.

A surge of arrogance rushed through me because I knew full well what I'd done, what boundary I'd pushed, and held her gaze during the entire intimate exchange.

As expected, Harper's eyes averted and her throat twitched as she swallowed.

Typical. Never bats an eye about anything sexual, but tenderness she's uncomfortable with.

I lowered her palms until she cupped the outsides of her breasts, set her thumbs over her nipples, then wrapped my hands around the outside of hers. My heart pounded louder at the sight of her dark red nails on her slender fingers under mine as we both squeezed her breasts together until they rounded into a straight line down the center of her sternum.

This is probably the closest she'll ever let me hold her hands.

I smirked at the thought, then slowly lowered my cock in between the undersides of her breasts. She gasped as I capped my thumbs over hers and rolled them over her nipples. With slow, deliberate circles, we rubbed warm friction against their peaks until they hardened. An ache rushed up my shaft, which rolled a slow bead of precum out of my slit. It dribbled over the tip of my head and dripped down right where I planned my entrance.

A jolt of excitement went through me as her thumbs took over, my hands clamped tightly around hers, and my hips thrust as she played with herself. The warm, soft skin of her breasts rolled inward and massaged friction against my cock. In an added sensory overload, Harper moaned loudly as I threaded back and forth a few times.

Once I repositioned my knees for a straighter entrance, my hips bucked again into her and I groaned as the blood rushed into my now painful erection. Just the sight of her eyes, dilated and half-closed in lust, the way the pads of her thumbs played with her nipples, and soft moans of pleasure filled the space between us was like I had a front row seat to my own personal erotic show.

"Jake..." My cock throbbed at the heady, low-toned way she moaned my name, which I best described as an impatient mix of 'Finish already' and 'Don't stop.'

"That's right." I pressed my hands harder against hers, squeezed her breasts tighter, and thrust into the hot friction between us. The warm pressure from her soft skin wrapped around my cock, which slightly slicked over the area with precum as it pumped back and forth into the confined space.

"Fuck," Harper cursed as her eyes fully closed and her body stiffened like the start of an orgasm. I groaned loudly and a flush of heat ran over my body just at the idea she was as aroused as me and, just two hard pumps later, spilled myself right onto her chest. Milky white fluid spurted out in a small stream from my tip, hit my target right between her breasts, then trailed downward towards her navel as I pulled back and pumped my still-hard cock two more times into her.

Fuck is right. It's like I'm a teenager again with this girl.

I released my hands from Harper's, gripped the base of my dick, and milked it until I basted her right where I promised. A possessive, proud-as-fuck feeling came over me as the milky-white liquid slid down the sides of her torso, over the ridges of her upper ribs, dripped towards her navel, and slicked over her skin.

In a movement that Harper forever ingrained into my memory, she ran her fingers over the mess, then smeared my essence over her chest and breasts like lotion.

"Knew you'd like that, pervert," she muttered in equal parts amusement and slighted contempt. I surged forward, leaned down, and pressed my lips against her smirk. After her moan that I swallowed, I nearly broke off as her lower back arched and her pebbled up nipples rubbed over my chest.

While my tongue thrust hard against hers, I traced one hand down her hipline, circled around her navel, and slipped my hand into her leggings. My fingers stroked and thrummed over her center slit and I smiled against her lips as one finger slipped inside her. Internally, every cell in me moaned as I felt how wet her warm, tight walls were inside and the thin lace from her underwear was soaked damp against the back of my knuckles.

Fuck, she got off from that.

"Knew you'd like that." I mumbled against her lips.

She whimpered softly, lower back arched, and her spine stiffened as I withdrew my finger. After I straightened up and slid my boxers back on, I sank down onto the floor, my thighs flush with the edge of my bed, onto my knees. My hands circled around her ankles, where I ripped her pants down. Once my thumbs tugged down her underwear, I dragged her towards me, and wrapped her thighs around my shoulders. As gently as my impatience allowed, I widened her legs until her vagina was exposed right in my face.

A faint, sweet, and slightly damp-scented smell hit my nose as I positioned my chin right at the bottom of her outer folds, tinted slightly pink under a sheen of arousal and swollen for attention, and inhaled deeply. Even though the soft, pink folds that I skimmed my nose and lips over were slicked with her reaction to when I'd frosted her tits, what I saw wasn't enough.

"What are you doing?" was the irritated greeting she tossed at me, like she'd expected I was finished. My eyes lifted up over her pelvis and met a pair of narrowed blue slits as Harper lifted herself up onto her elbows.

I couldn't blame her reaction. The old me would've said thanks, been out the door by now, then hung out downstairs until the random got the hint and saw herself out. But not Harper, no part of me wanted her unsatisfied.

She needs this as much as I do.

My hands reached under her legs, where I cupped my palms over her inner thighs, and secured her in place. Just as she flinched to struggle out of my grasp because in this open position, I saw every inch of her pussy, straight inside for my new target, and ignored her growled out, "Jake."

Just when my own warning rested on the tip of my tongue, I pressed my lips against the warmth of her right inner thigh. My lips pulled back into a smile as her fingers curled into my hair, then tugged me closer to her wet folds.

"If you're not going to talk, then put your mouth to better use."

For some reason, maybe since I'd just fucked her beautiful tits, I more than happily obliged. In fact, I exhaled sharply onto her hot center, then another surge of the same unfamiliar emotion ran through me as I happily dragged one index finger over the trace of her outer folds and stopped at the red, slightly swollen area near the top of her hood.

Harper's hips shifted under my teasing strokes over her clit until she bucked forwards, but I spread her wetness around her entrance then easily slid my middle and ring fingers into her warm, wet walls down to the hilt. Determined that she felt the same relief I did, rather than edged her, I curled both fingers inward and pushed their pads towards her sensitive spot. She moaned, more in relief than satisfaction, as they stroked into the head of her pulsing nerves, then pinched her swollen clit between my index finger and thumb.

"Jake," she squeaked out another warning, but this one fell weakly on my deaf ears. The fluid that seeped out of her, glistened her bare, pink folds, and covered my fingers revealed how much her body contradicted her mind.

A grin split my face as I leaned closer to her warmth. The scent of her arousal was mildly addictive and she tasted slightly sweet as I pressed my lips against hers, planted my chin right below above her entrance where my fingers worked over her insides, and nudged her clit with one quick dart of my tongue. She groaned and her thighs flinched as I gently tugged on her clit with my teeth, then soothed the area with a few slow but stronger tongue strokes.

My reward was a flash of wetness that coated my tongue as Harper's hips writhed under my mouth and fingers, to the point where she almost jolted out of my free hand's grasp. Her nails sank into my scalp again and fuck, it was just as hot the second time. The way her warm thighs, covered with a rash of goosebumps, clamped around my shoulders sprung life back into my previously satiated cock.

For the first time that I remembered, I ignored my own urges, the way my tip rubbed over the soft, cool fabric comforter on my bed, and my tongue teased her outsides as my fingers explored her warm, wet insides. As I tasted and sucked on her intoxicating arousal, she trembled and cursed one melodic swear word after another.

"Fuck, Jake I swear to fucking fuck - stop teasing!"

I snorted softly, positioned my mouth around her clit, and sucked hard. Her body stiffened as her walls closed around my fingers, which I curled inwards. My fingers rubbed deep, tongue thrust shallow, and mouth sucked as I rode out her orgasm until it coated my fingers, lips, and chin.

As Harper's breathing shifted from labored to barely audible, I sat back on my heels and gazed at her. The sheen of my release on her chest flashed under the light as she sat up, then playfully shoved my shoulder as her feet slid to the floor. My forearm shot out sideways and I caught her legs as she tried to pass me.

"Jake." Her stomach clenched against my forearm and, with one enraged look, she gave me a warning that, this time, she was serious.

For her sake though, so was I.

Not this time.