"You're not shy, are you?" He said the words as if he meant them to be light, but there was a strangled kind of tension in his voice despite their flippancy.
Harper gave a breathless laugh, skimming her thumb around the bottom ring of his cock's head as she hooked her other arm up under his arm, her hand closing around the fabric of his shirt. "You have no idea."
He stopped her mouth with another kiss, and she moved to the rhythm of his body, stroking him with every beat until his breath came as hard and fast as hers did. His free hand slid up, under her shirt, cupping, kneading her breast over her bra-then shoving the top edge down so that she spilled out over it. He took her nipple between his fingers, sending another jolt of need so pure down between her thighs that she groaned with it.
A shudder went through him, and he went still then, completely and utterly. She was left dazed and panting, need sawing on her nerves like the sharp edge of a blade.
She tightened her grip on his cock. "Don't you stop. Don't you dare stop now."
"Is that the way of it, then?" he said, and his caress turned into a punishing pinch that made her whimper with pain-tinged desire as he kissed her again. It hurt, oh, it hurt, but in just the right way-
He let go, and she went limp in his arms for an instant, blinking against the hot haze that seemed to infest her mind. He caught her hand and pulled out of her grip as he bent down, pulling her t-shirt up and over her head. He kissed a line down her throat to where her breasts met, spilling over the cups of her bra. He dragged down the other cup, baring that nipple to the cool air of the barn.
"I'm going to screw you so hard against the hood of your car that you'll never be able to look at it again without thinking of me," he promised.
She laughed unsteadily, believing him. "That's a tall order. You don't even know that you're the first."
"I'll be the only one that matters, after this." And then he lowered his mouth to her breast, enveloping her nipple in its heat.
Harper grabbed his head with her free hand, fingers curling in his hair, making strangled noises as she arched into him. He stroked her with his tongue, softly at first, then harder, rasping across the sensitive tip as she rocked with him. He broke away abruptly, surprising a tiny cry from her as he left the damp skin suddenly exposed to the cool air of the barn, then turned his attention to the other, his free hand working at the fly of her jeans. Then he slid his hand down, into her jeans, under the elastic of her panties, sliding across the smooth skin down to her slick opening. She rocked her hips toward him, invitingly, but he refused to be hurried, pincering her clit between his fingers and rolling it to the rhythm of his mouth on her breast.