“Dayne, can you get me another drink?” Harper purrs, giving him a naughty little smile as she squeezes his ass.
Dayne smiles lazily. “Only if I can get a kiss,” he purrs back, shocking himself because he usually doesn't kiss women that he plans to just have sex with. Kissing is too intimate, and with intimacy comes feelings. Dayne isn't trying to get involved with any of that shit.
Harper’s eyes flash in excitement. She stretches up on her tippy toes - because even in five-inch heels, she only comes up to his shoulder. And instead of kissing him, as he expects, she takes her hand out of his pocket then reaches up and grabs his goatee. He gasps at the welcome bite of pain as she uses the hair on his face to pull him down to meet her. Despite the discomfort that she causes, when their lips meet, she is gentle, and her lips are soft and warm. Dayne is just about to wrap his arms around her when she breaks away, lets go of his goatee, and leaves him wanting more, much more.
Dayne stares heatedly at her for a moment before turning to order her a drink. Once he gets her drink, he turns back around and hands it to her. She smiles her little sexy smile up at him then takes a sip of the apple martini. Dayne can't take his eyes off her lips, wanting to kiss her again. Dammit, he needs to get her home.
“Dayne, do you dance?” Harper asks him.
Dayne's eyes snap up to meet hers. “Uh...not really.” He winces.
Harper's smile turns sweet. “All you have to do is stand there. I’ll do all the work.” She giggles.
Dayne cocks an eyebrow at her. “Just stand there?” he asks dryly.
“Mmm hmm,” she murmurs as she takes a sip of her drink. “Wanna try?” she asks.
“Let me get a couple more beers in me first.”
“Okay,” Harper chirps then turns to talk to Melina.
Dayne looks over at Vance to see the fucker giving him a knowing smile. Dayne gives him the finger as he finishes his beer. Vance smiles wider. “Can't fuckin’ wait to see you imitate a stripper pole!” he says excitedly. Dayne sneers at him and orders another beer.
Half an hour later, the four of them are on the dance floor. Vance and Melina are having a good old time together, laughing, flirting, and kissing. Dayne, on the other hand, is miserable. Harper's sexy body is dancing in front of him, brushing up against him, and giving him a raging hard on. He’s ready to go home and fuck her brains out. She’s such a tease. She knows what she is doing to him, but continues to do it anyway. If she thinks that she’s getting a gentle lovemaking session, bitch has another thing coming.
Harper is grinding her ass against his rock hard cock as her arms raise up so that her hands can grasp the back of his neck. Dayne can't wait another minute, he’s taking her to the bathroom. He grabs her chin and turns her head so that she can see his face. Her crystal blue eyes sparkle with amusement. Dayne bends down so that his lips brush hers when he speaks.
“I'm done with your teasing, little girl,” he growls.
“Mmm, what are you gonna do about it?” Harper purrs, desire flashing in her eyes.
Holy shit, he’s gonna come in his leathers. God, he has to have her, right fucking now. He grabs her hand and practically drags her through the crowd. Luckily, she thinks it’s funny and giggles the whole way to the bathroom. He pushes the bathroom door open, and two guys are washing their hands. Dayne pulls Harper in and holds the door open for the guys, who grin like fucking idiots at him. Once the guys are gone, Dayne locks the bathroom door.
He pulls Harper hard against him, her back to his chest. She gasps. Dayne bends down and starts kissing her neck as he moves them over to the sinks. The sensual gasps coming out of Harper's mouth make his dick throb. He bends her over the counter and grinds himself against her plump little ass.
“How bad do you want this?” Dayne rasps then bends over her and covers her breasts with his hands.
“So bad,” Harper moans, her heavy-lidded eyes watching him through the mirror.
Dayne wraps his hand around her long blonde hair and yanks her head back. She gasps again but it has nothing to do with pain. He licks up the side of her neck to her ear. Harper whimpers and rubs her ass against him. Dayne pulls the front of her shirt down, exposing her pink lace bra. He groans low in his throat at the gorgeous sight before him. He then tucks her bra cups under her perky tits. Dayne curses and uses his free hand to pinch both of her nipples until they are hard.
“You on birth control?” Dayne asks. If he can take her raw dog, he is so going to.
“Yes,” she pants.
“Any diseases I should know about?”
“No...please...” Harper moans, grinding her ass, searching for relief.
Thank god, she wants him as badly as he wants her. Dayne makes quick work of undoing her jeans and pushing them and her panties down. Then he unbuttons his leather pants and pushes them down his thighs. He takes himself in one hand and uses the other to spread her open. Hot damn, she’s ready for him; she’s so wet that she’s practically dripping.
Dayne rubs himself through her folds a couple of times, making her squirm. Then he positions himself, and with one thrust, he is completely seated inside of her, down to his base. They both cry out as he stills. She’s really tight and he needs a moment to control himself. Otherwise, it will be over before he really gets going.
“Fuck, you’re tight. You okay?” he grinds out, surprising himself for even caring. He’s never asked a woman how she was before. What in the world has gotten into him?
“Oh god...I'm fine...feels so good,” Harper pants.
Dayne looks at her through the mirror. Her perfect boobs are framed by her bra and shirt. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is parted slightly. Damn, she’s gorgeous. He can't think of any other woman as gorgeous as she is. He slowly pulls back then thrusts back in hard enough to make her breasts bounce. Dayne's big hands engulf her ribs as he pulls back out and slams into her again. Harper cries out.
“Faster,” she moans.
Dayne does as she asks and picks up the pace. He watches her in the mirror as he pumps into her. His hands move down to grasp her hips. Dayne knows that he isn't going to last too long, but he wants her to come with him, so he wraps an arm around her just beneath her breasts and pulls her up so that her shoulders touch his chest. His other hand slides between her legs from the front so that he can play with her clit. He tucks his face into her neck as her hands slip into his hair.
“Oh...fuck...” Dayne groans against her neck.
“Ugh...don't stop...” Harper cries. She drops her head back onto his shoulder, one hand gripping the back of his neck, while the other grasps his ass.
The sound of their bodies slapping together echo through the empty bathroom. Dayne works quick circles around her clit with his finger while he slams into her from behind. Harper's whole body starts to tremble and she lets out a little cry every time he drives into her. He knows that she’s getting close.
“Dayne! Oh my god, Dayne!” Harper gasps, the grip she has on his ass tightening.
“Fuck...come for me Harper,” he grunts.
Harper lets out a strangled cry as she comes. Her nails dig into his ass cheek. Dayne throws his head back and cries out as he comes with a few final deep thrusts. She’s still convulsing around him, milking him dry, just before they collapse against the counter, both panting heavily.
Banging on the door brings them back to reality. They both curse and untangle themselves from each other. Dayne watches Harper from his peripheral as she cleans up and straightens out her clothes. That had to have been one of the best fucks he'd ever partaken. She’s so free and honest. And she’s totally secure with herself, which Dayne finds extremely attractive.
Harper quickly fixes her hair in the mirror then turns to face him. Dayne can't resist the urge to kiss her. He crosses over to her and captures her lips with his. His arms wrap around her and he crushes her to him. Her hands tangle in his hair as their tongues fight for dominance. Shit, this woman is a danger to his heart.
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nging on the door has them ripping away from each other. Dayne takes her hand and throws open the door. He glares at the asshole who interrupted them as they walk by. He leads Harper back through the crowd until he finds Vance and Melina making out by the bar.
“Hey, we're gonna head back to the house, alright?” Dayne yells over the music and slaps Vance on the shoulder.
Vance and Melina decide that they want to head home as well, so they all head out to the parking lot where they are parked next to each other. Vance opens his trunk and pulls out Dayne’s and Harper's helmets. It is much easier to leave them in the trunk than bring them into the bar. Dayne puts his helmet on, hops on the bike, and kick-starts it, while Harper puts her helmet on. Then he helps her on the bike. Harper snuggles up against his back, her perfect tits pressed to his back. Her arms wrap around his waist, and she hooks her hands together.
Dayne peels out of the parking lot, making Harper squeal. He laughs when she pinches his stomach. The drive back to the house is quick but nice. He likes the feel of Harper against his back as he rides his bike. Dammit, he can't let this chick get under his skin. He just needs to fuck her again then send her home.
As soon as they get into the house, Dayne takes her up to his room. Harper pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it to the floor. Her eyes are glued to his as she unclasps her bra and lets it fall from her body. Dayne hisses. Shit, she’s so beautiful. Her jeans are next to come off, followed by her thong.
Harper saunters over to him completely nude, her hips swaying back and forth. The confidence that she’s exuding is turning Dayne’s already hard cock to granite. When she finally reaches him, she puts a hand on his chest and pushes him back until he bumps into the door. She grabs the hem of his t-shirt and yanks it roughly over his head.
“You know, I don't think any other guy has turned me on as much as you do,” Harper murmurs, her lips brushing against his chest.
Dayne sucks in a sharp breath when she decides to bite down on his nipple. Harper lets out a throaty laugh. “You didn't think you’re the only one who liked to play rough did you?” she purrs and bites down again, this time giving his nipple a little tug.
Dayne's head drops back to the door with a thunk, and his eyes practically roll back in his head. He moans then tilts his hips forward to try to rub himself against her. She has other plans, though. She pushes him by his hips back into the door. Then she grabs his goatee again and yanks his face down to hers, making him grunt in pain.
“You're gonna be screaming my name by the time I'm done with you,” Harper growls against his lips then kisses him hard.
As they kiss, Harper's skillful hands unbutton his leather pants. As she kisses and licks her way down his body, she pushes his pants down with her. Dayne is panting like a greenhorn. His mind has turned to mush and he can't think straight as this woman works him over. Never has a woman even tried to take control of him.
Harper kneels in front of him, his pants now around his ankles. She wraps a hand around his shaft as her mouth goes to his balls, where she gently sucks one into her mouth. Dayne breathes out a curse and looks down at her. Her eyes are rolled up to look at him. She then licks up the underside to wrap her mouth around the head. Good god, she really knows what she’s doing.
Harper's hands slide up his thighs to rest on his hips, her mouth doing its job on its own. Dayne tangles his hands in her long silky blonde hair, and keeps it pushed back away from her face so he can watch her as she sucks him. He’s never seen a woman look as sexy as Harper does right now.
“Baby, you keep this up and I'm gonna come,” Dayne moans.
“Mmm, that's the plan,” Harper murmurs, taking him back into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Dayne breathes and closes his eyes.
Then Harper does something that makes him lose all control; she deep throats him, all the way to the fucking base, and then swallows. Dayne’s eyes fly open. He looks down at her, and the little minx winks at him. He’s desperate to rock his hips, but she’s holding him firm against the door. A few shorter sucks, then she does another deep one. The sight alone has Dayne coming. She doesn't even get an option to spit because he shoots right down her throat. He curses loudly and has to grab her shoulders to keep from falling to the floor.
“Motherfucker!” Dayne cries, his legs beginning to tremble.
Harper only releases him when he’s completely done. She stands and walks over to the bed, then crawls up onto it and lies down on her back. Dayne kicks off his boots and leathers then makes his way to the bed on shaky legs.
Dayne climbs up on top of her, bringing his face down to hers and kissing her. It feels weird to him, actually wanting to kiss a woman; but with Harper, he just can't help himself. Her lips are so soft and she tastes so good. She’s an amazing kisser. He loves how her hands always find his hair when they kiss.
Dayne makes sure that he works her over as she did him. He has her screaming and arching off the bed when she comes, and they haven't even had sex yet. Dayne has taken Vance's advice about listening to a woman while he pleasures her, and it really seems to work.
As Harper lies limply from the massive orgasm, Dayne slides his hard cock into her, as he has already recovered from his orgasm while taking care of her. He stays up on his knees and holds Harper's legs open with his hands on the insides of her thighs. He watches as he slides in and out of her. Her arms are tossed wildly over her head, her hair is all over the place, and she is just smiling contently.
Dayne slides his hands up her toned body to cup her breasts. Harper moans when he starts playing with her nipples. He has the urge to cover her body with his, just to see what her body will feel like under his. He never ever holds a woman close during sex. Again, that seems too intimate for someone who he is just fucking.
Dayne gives into his urge and lays his body on top of hers. Harper actually looks surprised when he does it. He brushes her hair out of her face and kisses her softly on the lips. He looks into her beautiful eyes and his heart flips over in his chest. Oh, fuck no. He is not going to have feelings for this woman. No, he has to end this right now.
With an irritated growl, Dayne pulls out and roughly flips her over. He grabs her hips and yanks her up onto her knees. She cries out when he slams back into her, taking her fast and hard. After they both come, they collapse onto the bed. Dayne rolls away from Harper, needing some distance between them; otherwise, he might be tempted to pull her into his arms and hold her. And that is not an option.
“Dayne, is everything alright?” Harper asks quietly.
He glances at her, the confused look on her face letting him know that his actions had not gone unnoticed. “Yeah, fine. You sober enough to drive home?” he asks, his tone less than friendly.
Harper gapes at him for a second. He's obviously stunned her. She probably thought that she was going to spend the night with him. “Oh...I...yeah, I guess,” she stutters in confusion.
Dayne watches with a blank expression as Harper suddenly feels the need to cover herself. She quickly pulls her clothes back on. When she turns toward him, she can barely meet his eyes. Dayne's heart clenches at the humiliated look on her face. He grinds his teeth. This has to be done; he has to put distance between them. He can't let her get close. Harper opens her mouth a couple of times as if she is going to say something, but then she decides against it. She snaps her mouth shut, turns and walks out of his room, shutting the door firmly behind her.
Dayne hates himself for what he just did to her. He grabs one of his pillows, covers his face, and screams angrily into it. He then gets up and puts on a pair of gym shorts. He can't let her leave like that. He really feels like an asshole, and the look on her face is going to haunt him if he doesn't apologize. So he heads out of his bedroom and down the stairs. He stops at the bottom when he hears Harper talking to someone in the kitchen.
“I know I flirt and tease and a lot of people think that I'm a slut because of it, but honestly, Dayne is only the third guy I've ever been with,” Harper a
dmits quietly to whomever she is talking to. “I guess it was only a matter of time before I got burned. I just...I just thought...I thought the connection I felt between us was mutual.”
“Shit, Harper. I'm sorry,” comes Vance's voice, making Dayne curse silently to himself. “I shouldn't have hooked you up with him. I should’ve known he'd hurt you.”
“It's okay, Vance. It isn't your fault. It’s my own fault for going with my heart instead of my head. Melina warned me about Dayne, but I was so attracted to him, and I really liked his personality. I thought that maybe Melina exaggerated or something. I don't know. I feel like a complete fool, and the slut that everyone thinks I am.” Harper let out a bitter laugh. “I can't believe I was so naive to think that he actually might have liked me. I should’ve known that I was just going to be another notch on his bedpost. I guess I had it coming, though, sleeping with someone I just met.”
“Fuck...listen, Harper, you don't have to leave. Go share my bed with Melina. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Vance says. Dayne can tell by his tone that he’s pissed off, big time.
Harper lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, and risk seeing Dayne after being used and tossed out on my ass? No thanks. I'm gonna go home and keep whatever dignity I have left.”
Dayne flinches as if he'd just been slapped across the face. Her words slice through him like a knife. How could he have done this to her? He feels like a piece of shit. They had a great night together and what does he do? He makes her feel like a slut. And he cares why? This is what he always does. As soon as he is done getting what he wants, he kicks the chick to the curb. There is nothing different about Harper. Nothing. She’s just another fantastic fuck. The end.
If that is true, then why does he feel like the biggest asshole in the world? He should apologize. And then what? Ask her out again? No, that isn't going to happen. She has a dangerous effect on him, and he can't risk seeing her again. The thought of never seeing her again also tears him apart. Dayne sits on the bottom step and leans his forearms on his knees. He is so fucking confused right now.
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