A/N: Mature content. 🤪❤️❓

"Fuck, what wild animal attacked you?" Zach teased me while we dressed in between Monday's practice and the offensive team's film study session.

An away game meant a slightly shifted schedule, more condensed practices because of our Friday travel day, lighter conditioning and weight training sessions, and our film study time moved to Monday and Thursday.

After we steam-rolled over Cal, we had a three-game road trip block in our schedule that started this weekend against San Jose State University. If I was forced to pick, while I loved the support of the USC home fans, I slightly preferred away games because the pressure to win was always greater on the home team. For this particular upcoming weekend, the Spartans had also only one game this year and I, along with the rest of my teammates and coaches, intended that their losing streak continued.

The proximity of San Jose State's campus to Palo Alto also meant that Mom and my extended family attended the game. Their loud presence was both heart-warming and bittersweet because a one pm start meant we flew up on Friday, stayed the night in the team hotel, and flew back after the game.

Instead of rooming with Drake like I usually did on road trips, after today's film study I'd asked Coach Campbell for permission to stay with my family. He quickly declined that request on the grounds of minimizing outside distractions.

So what did my stubborn-ass family do? Found the hotel we're staying at and booked their own rooms there.

I will not at all be surprised if they end up on the same damn floor, knowing my crazy cousins.

"Harper," Griff answered Zach but grinned at me, his mouth full of half a Snickers bar. He pointed another one over my shoulder and lifted his chin up. "I still think Ev looks worse though. Dude's nipples are bruised up."

From across the locker aisle, Evan grumbled to himself while he tugged down his shirt over what definitely looked like purple nipples. I wasn't sure exactly what he'd said but was pretty sure the words 'worth it' were in them.

"Griff, do you ever offer an answer with substance?" I groaned quietly as he shoved the candy bar's other half into his mouth, then tore another one open and waved it at me like an offering.

Since I avoided that sugary shit during the season, I just shook my head and yanked up my sweats.

He acts like they don't feed us dinner in late film study sessions either.

"Nope." He sprayed a few peanut crumbs in my direction, then dove into the second bar.

I shook my head with a low groan. My dark brown hair, damp and slicked down, now curled over my ears and up at the base of my skull. A small smile twitched on my lips as I remembered Harper's odd compliment.

Guess I'm not getting that haircut yet.

After an almost useless film study because I knew within the first six reviewed plays of Cal's defense meant screens and options were our direction, I walked back home with my chin tucked down to my chest and brain crammed full of our offensive schemes planned for Saturday's game.

Fuck, I know it works but option, option, option on repeat is... monotonous.

Once inside my room, my head shook at the sight of where my desk had previously stood. Evan carried it with me out to the curb without a single word of judgment, just like I'd done for him the week prior. I walked by the drywall dent I still hadn't yet patched up, and dropped my bag on the floor in my closet.

Deskless meant I studied on my bed, which was fine except I was more prone to dozing off while reading. After a full day of three classes, our last practice before we left for San Jose, and ninety minutes of film study, I got halfway through my Calculus reading chapter when my eyes rolled back and closed.

I wasn't sure when I'd fallen asleep with my textbook on my stomach, but a few tugs on my blankets woke me up. A low moan left my mouth as I stirred back awake with no concept of what time it was. A warm hand with soft, delicate fingers threaded its way into my boxers and brushed over my head. A palm wrapped around my base and pumped slowly until I was hard.

Fuck, that'd better be -

The faint smell of vanilla mixed with smugness relaxed my uncertainty. My chest expanded with a deep breath but I kept my eyes closed and indulged her efforts. Her other hand pulled down my underwear with an unusual amount of gentleness, for her. I lifted my hips and inhaled sharply when her warm mouth wrapped around my head.

Fuck, if my eyes were open then they would've rolled out of their sockets.

Textured strokes circled my head on repeat as a warm pressure cupped around my balls and drew out another loud, shameless groan from me. Blood rushed out of my brain and I lost my senses when her lips tightened around me for a moment, sucked hard, then popped over.

By the time she took me deep inside, my hips lurched upwards. Her palm squeezed my balls while her tongue slipped over my slit, rimmed around the edge of my head, and dragged down the central ridge. Groan after groan, I twitched and panted under her complete control.

One thousand percent Harper.

"Fuck, that feels good," I grunted out as she sucked harder and wetness built up between my tight skin and the soft, velvety texture of her tongue.

The need to come rose up my shaft in the form of hot, painful aches and I gritted my molars tightly shut. Her mouth worked over my whole cock, dragged up and down, circled, sucked, and licked until I writhed with each movement. Her tempo shifted randomly and without seeing anything, I was always behind her fast and hard to slow and teasing speed shifts.

As my patience wore out against the pent-up frustration that threatened to explode inside me, my skin flamed warm and broke out in perspiration. My right hand reached down and I threaded my fingers between her soft, silky strands. Once my palm cupped around the base of her skull, I gently tugged her deeper and earned a moan that vibrated up my shaft.

Tension spread through my body and my muscles locked up as I came hard. Harper continued like nothing happened, her hand stroked my balls, her mouth sucked every last drop.

I kept my hand's grasp on her head while I recovered. Two light blue eyes flashed up at me as I finally cracked mine open. A small dribble of cum slipped out the corner her lower lip and fuck, my dick pulsed at the sight of it. With a smirk, Harper swept it aside with her thumb and her mouth curled up into a smirk.

"Hi." She sat back onto her heels and I finally took in the sight of her.

Fuck, she's in pajamas again.

This time, Harper wore a black satin sleep set. The thin straps and lace edging on the low-cut neckline and shorts looked sexy as fuck but my eyes focused on the small peaks her hard nipples poked out.

I palmed my hands behind me until I sat up close to her, grabbed the back of her neck, and pulled her lips to mine. Not really a guy that liked to taste myself, I pushed back against the turn-off factor that clenched my gut and just brushed my lips over hers. They were warm, swollen, and soft.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered quietly.

Smugness radiated through those beautiful blue eyes. "Giving you a wet dream before you travel."

"You sure did." I grabbed her hips and flipped us over so her back was down on the mattress. My nose nuzzled into the warm softness of her neck, where I pressed a soft kiss. "Giving me a sendoff?"

"More like making sure your head's clear," she teased and palmed my now flaccid erection.

"More than clear." I bucked my hips into her hand, then rolled off her.

She ground her elbows into the bed at her sides and lifted her head and shoulders up a few inches. Her eyes brightened as they tracked my movements around the bed.

The first time I used a dildo on Harper, my bruised ego wanted to make one single point, that I was better than it by itself. I wanted her to feel like every time she got herself off to one of those fuckers that it fell short of how I made her feel.

What I hadn't expected was a warm-up tool that left her drenched by the time I entered her. So fuck yes, I'd kept two of them here. Since I wasn't sure how to operate a glass octopus tentacle, she'd taken that one back and left the light blue wand that vibrated on ten different levels and the giant, meaty fucker that Delilah had assured me was an upgraded model.

I shifted my feet off the bed, leaned over to my bedside table, and picked up the two dildos I'd put in the top drawer. With both options laid down on the side of Harper, I climbed over her, paused, and drank in the sight of her beneath me.

A few blonde strands crossed over her forehead, so I swept them aside with my fingertips and tucked them behind her left ear. Her light blue eyes blinked up at me, a soft light blue backdrop to her black pupils. My eyes traced each side of the heart shape from her high cheekbones down to her chin and I swept the tip of my index finger around the similarly shaped divot in her upper lip.

With a flash in her eyes, she closed her lips around my finger and circled her tongue around it. A groan vibrated my chest when she sucked hard, her eyes laser-focused on me the entire time.

My knees nudged in between her thighs until they fell open, and her shiny, black shirt rode up and exposed her stomach as she moved. I trailed my fingers up the sliver of warm, smooth skin, then roamed my hand upwards until I clasped my fingers around her left breast. Warmth and softness met my palm and I squeezed gently, then rubbed my thumb over her nipple until her lips parted slightly.

As I leaned forwards and flicked my tongue over her pink, aroused nipple, like usual, she released a sound that stayed trapped in her throat. But her fingers threaded up through my hair and her nails sank into my scalp when my lips enclosed around most of her dusty pink areola.

I threaded my other hand's fingers in a smooth trail up her inner thighs and lifted higher to the waistband of her lacy sleepwear bottoms. A few sharp pinches drew my attention to the way she tugged harder on my hair and drew my chin flush with the bottom swell of her breast. My nose brushed over the top, where I inhaled deeply her sweet, tangy natural scent mixed with the faint vanilla from her body.

With all the tools my mouth offered, my lips, tongue, and teeth teased her nipple until her hands clenched tightly on my hair and soft pants fanned over my forehead. My bottom hand removed her lower barrier, then cupped over her heated mound.

I'd noticed Harper's go-to reaction was that she held herself back and made my new personal mission ripping sounds and screams out of her. Once I'd done enough that earned them, her breathy cries were loud, unfiltered, unapologetic, and hot as fuck. From the envious smirks and eyerolls I got at the morning-after breakfast table, I wasn't the only guy in the house turned on by them.

Her lack of inhibitions easily drove her to be expressive and she let out a louder, "Ahhh, fuck," when I enclosed my mouth over her nipple, sucked hard, and popped off.

I repeated the move, with a cool breath blown onto her heated skin in between, until her breast was marked pink enough for my satisfaction and her eyes gazed at me impatiently. My lips roamed to the other side, where I administered the same slow, torturous buildup on her right breast that only ended when Harper squirmed and moaned with zero ounce of restraint.

While she panted quietly, her eyes a mix of pent-up frustration and curiosity, I reached over and held up both dildos into her line of vision. "Pick one."

Harper's eyes shifted toward the giant, thick one in my left hand, so I lowered my hand and slipped the wand down between her legs. Her hips bucked when I brushed its tip over her wet folds and teased small circles around her entrance.

Her eyes beamed a brilliant aquamarine color up at me, her lids hooded and lips slightly parted open. A faint sheen of perspiration glowed on her face, neck, and chest. Once her head slacked back and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, I threaded the toy inside her entrance.

Her spine stiffened as she gasped from the fullness, so I pushed slowly and watched as the numbers on the side increased.

Five... six... seven.

An inch from the hilt, Harper's lips parted in a low moan and her spine stiffened. Assuming that we'd reached her limit, I withdrew the dildo and slowly pushed it back inside to the seven inch mark. I kept it turned off since she squirmed over my sheets with each inward thrust.

Harper's breasts bounced with heaved breaths and thighs trembled as she bucked impatiently against my slow, deliberate movements. Her lower back curved off the bed when I increased the pace, my hand tightly wrapped around the toy I threaded in and out while I palmed her pelvis below her navel. My fingertips pressed into a few test areas and when they pushed just above her pubic bone, her spine locked up and eyes squeezed tightly shut. The string of curse words that chased her reaction told me I'd found the spot I looked for.

External g-spot stimulation for the win.

With a grin, I held the external pressure on her pelvis and flipped on the vibrator.

"Fuck, that's too -" Harper drowned out her own words with a loud moan.

"It's not," I assured her quietly, my eyes drank at the way her body writhed and flinched. Her moans increased in volume and intensity and her spine trembled. "Take it, firecracker."

Within a few minutes, her outer folds flushed darker and glistened with arousal that slowly seeped out of her. I withdrew out more on each pull back until the entire dildo's shaft was lubricated, even its balls. From this angle and her knees pulled open, she bared herself on full display.

Dimpled with what looked like tiny goosebumps, her enlarged folds were flushed red and slicked shiny. My mouth dried and I practically licked my lips for a taste but this round was for her. I more than happily sat back as a spectator this time because, while interest flamed inside me, my body felt satisfied enough at the moment.

While my fingers twitched that I flicked them over her clit, I grabbed the other dildo and pointed it downward. With a gentle press of the tip down into the apex of her swollen folds, I flipped it on to a low setting of two.

"Ahhh... Jake!" The soft buzz sound it emitted was drowned out by the heady groan that ripped itself from her lips. "N-no, that - that's -"

"All yours," I murmured and nestled the vibrating head deeper against her.

A pink flush appeared like a rash across her chest, chased by a fine sheen of perspiration. Her lips parted in pants and inaudible words. Trembles traveled from between her shoulders and tore down her spine. In a smooth, almost wavelike motion, her hips rocked as she fucked back against the toys like they were real.

At a damn near loss for words, I swallowed tightly at the awe and humility of the moment. Her confident comfort within her own body bared on full display, for my eyes only. Transfixed, I took in the sight of her hair spread in random strands across my white bedding, her manicured hands clenched into tight fists above her head, and entire face wrenched in tortured pleasure.

Her eyes screwed tightly shut, lips parted, and creases furrowed the space between her eyebrows. After her entire body tightened, her lips parted for the loudest, sexiest, bloodcurdling scream. The relaxation that followed her release painted her face in a soft sense of satisfaction that spread a smile across my lips.

From where she laid, she was a raw, sated, and sweaty image of feminine, sexual independence, stamina, and prowess.

Her eyes flipped open, bright and piercing as an early morning sky, and a coy, almost shy smile spread across her lips.

She was beyond beautiful.

And I was completely fucked by how much I was in love with her.

The End.

A/N: Yep, that's the ending. Thank you for reading the story and don't worry, Book 2 >>>>