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“Sure. No problem.”
I pad back to my room, Mr. Collins in tow, and open my bedroom door. A quick tilt of my head and I direct him toward my lair. “My bathroom is over there.”
Mr. Collins shimmies past me and places his toolbox on the tile floor, so he can examine the sink. While he’s distracted, I lean against the door, ever so slowly flick the tiny button on the knob to lock it and then hurry to join him in the bathroom. Crouched, he opens the cabinet and peers into the dimness, eyebrows pulled together.
“I don’t see anything leaking.” His tone was accusing.
I lean against the doorframe. “You sure? Must be the other pipe.”
It took him less than a second to realize I’d made everything up. He grabs his toolbox, face darkening as he glares at me. “This isn’t funny, Harper.”
I block his way, drop my voice to a seductive purr. “No, it isn’t.” I rose to the tips of my toes, lean forward and brush my lips across his, arms snaking around his neck as I grind my hips against him…letting him know just how much I want him.
Mr. Collins jerks away, hands circling my forearms and keeping me from going farther.
“Harper-“
“I won’t tell anyone. It would be our little secret.” I kiss him again, lick his lips, savoring his taste, the musk.
His body tensed in response, face dark. “Harper. This is wrong.”
“Why? Because you’re my dad’s friend?”
“That. And you’re too young.”
I ease closer while he’s distracted, bringing myself flush against his body. “Shush. I’m eighteen. Just think about how good this could be…” I brush my lips over his again, nibble his lower one and trace it with the tip of my tongue. I wiggle one arm free of his grasp and snake my hand down toward his crotch, triumph fills me when I find him hard beneath his jeans. His cock jumps against my hand at first touch, and I squeeze his erection. I ache to have him slamming into me.
I slide my tongue into his mouth and give him a greedy kiss, giving as much as I’m taking. I savor his taste, cinnamon and clove with a hint of spice. Manly.
Mr. Collins wasn’t resisting any longer. He returns my kiss. Shy at first, tentative ventures into my mouth, hints of tongue. This is the man I know, quiet and soft-spoken.
But then the kiss changes. Deepens, strengthens and nearly drops me to my knees. He’s aggressive, demanding, drawing my pleasure out while his hands roam, squeeze and pinch.
f**k.
The man knows how to kiss. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth as I knead his erection through the heavy fabric, my p**sy growing wetter with each passing second. f**k, I want him, in me, on top of me, behind me. God, I don’t even care what hole he uses.
His breathing is labored as he murmurs against my mouth, telling me how bad he wants me, his dirty girl, and his cock is so hard against my palm I know he’s telling the truth. His voice rumbles through me, like the growl of a big cat, turning me on even more. My body’s response is wanton, nipples hard, p**sy clenched and juices soaking my panties.
I whimper when he breaks our kiss, but calm when I see he’s just placing the toolbox on the floor, which gives me the opportunity to close the bathroom door behind me. No way I’m going to let him escape now.
Mr. Collins blinks and freezes for a moment, a look of doubt flashes across his features, letting me know he seemed to have second thoughts. “Harper…”
I jump on him before he can say another word and wrap my arms around his shoulders, whispering against his lips. “It would be our little secret. No one needs to know about it. Now kiss me. Please.”
His gaze bores into mine and he pauses another moment before he does what I ask, gives me the same hard, starving kiss as before. His hands roam my back, then he grabs my ass and I reward him by grinding my pelvis against his. His erection settles easily against my mound, p**sy screaming to be filled. I’m beyond hot, I’m f**king burning.
I want him to f**k my brains out. Twice.
I release him for a moment and nudge him until he’s sitting on the toilet seat. Now I’ve got room to straddle his thighs, beg for what I want. “Touch me.”
I need his hands on me more than my next breath.
His attention is fixed on my chest and it doesn’t look as if he’s going to move any time soon. I grab his hands, those work-worn callused hands, and place them on my breasts, nipples poking him. Mr. Collins lets out a low groan, palms covering my ample flesh nicely. He squeezes me. Gentle and hard, alternating, kneading and playing. Giving me some, but nowhere near enough.
“Take it off. I want to feel you on my skin.” His voice is deep, almost growling.
I want it too.
Before I can beg, he whips my tank top over my head and his gaze seems to burn when he first sees me topless. Like an addict who had been deprived for far too long and was suddenly offered a fix. He cups my breasts again, fingers rolling and pinching my nipples.
I moan, pleasure shooting through my body, settling around my p**sy. That felt so damn f**king good and I ground against his erection, the bulge snug against my mound. “Lick them.
Suck them. Please.”
Mr. Collins lowers his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue teasing, pressing and teeth nibbling. I throw my head back and cry out. f**k. His mouth. I arch backward, breast pushing forward, body tight while he sucks me like he means it. He’s flicking my nipple back and forth. I love what he’s doing, especially when he circles the peak of my hard bud. I’m creaming in my panties, cunt wanting. I’ve never ached like this for any other guy. Just him, Mr.
Collins.
He releases one nipple and turns to the other. I grab his head and claw his scalp before I lower my head and press my face to his hair, inhale a lungful of his scent. God, I can’t get enough of him. He smells of sweat, dust and his own musk, just like a real man should. His teeth bear down on my breast, a hint of pain slinking through me, and I flinch.
“Yes,” I urge. “More.” So much more.
He does it again. Harder this time. I swear that almost brings me to an instant orgasm. I don’t think I could be any wetter, wanting more, so ready to f**k. I love it when guys bite my nipples. Or mark my breasts with their teeth. It feels so territorial. Like an alpha male marking his whore-bitch. I quiver from head to toe when he sucks my flesh deep into his mouth. f**k. It feels as if my spine will melt at any moment. Like wax on hot tar. By the time he’s finished, my panties are saturated with my juices.