Before I know it, he's laying me down on the lounge chair and climbing on top of me. I grip at his T-shirt and mentally will it to vanish as he starts moving down to kiss my neck. Every inch of my body is on fucking fire with his touch, leaving a lingering burn.
“H, please.”
He chuckles against my skin. “Relax, baby. I've got you.”
His hand slides down slowly until it reaches the waistband of my shorts. My breath stutters for a second, but the second he slips his fingers underneath my panties, all I can feel is overwhelming need. He lightly rubs over my clit, and my hips immediately arch into his touch.
All those years of guitar lessons clearly made him skilled in more than just instruments, because the magic he's working on me nearly makes me black out. Don't get me wrong—I've done enough to myself to be ashamed of, especially with thoughts of him running through my head. But having his hands on me, and his mouth sucking on the side of my neck, nothing compares.
Feeling daring, I reach down and grab his hard cock through his sweatpants. He gasps for a second and then lets out a moan I wish I could set as my fucking ringtone. It's possessive. Raw. Needy.
A single finger slips inside of me as his lips meet mine again, and I immediately clench around him.
“You're so tight,” he murmurs in my mouth. “And so fucking wet for me.”
Instead of answering, I grab the bottom of his shirt and rip it over his head. Tossing it onto the ground, he looks at me with a glint in his eyes that I've never seen before.
“Are you sure?” The question doesn't even sound like it's coming from him—like he doesn't want to ask it, and fears my answer, but knows he needs to.
I swallow harshly and nod. “Yes.”
Harland bites his lip as he pushes my shirt up, exposing my breasts. His eyes rake over my body as his fingertips glide down my stomach. He lightly grips my shorts and panties together and pulls them down my legs, his slow and careful movements making me squirm.
“You're gorgeous,” he whispers.
“I am?”
His gaze meets mine, and he smirks. “As if you didn't know.”
I mean, I've always known guys in school thought I was pretty. They made it obvious with their unskilled efforts at flirting. But I never thought I was pretty enough for the one I wanted. The one who's staring down at me like I'm good enough to eat. The one I've dreamed of for as long as I can remember.
He rids himself of his sweatpants, and his hard cock springs free. I damn near choke on air the second I see how big he really is.
For my seventeenth birthday, Ashlyn thought she was hilarious when she gifted me a dildo that is probably double the size of anything a virgin should be using. I mean, it was porn star level shit, and it's still in my closet—untouched and definitely unused.
But Harland—fuck. I think he might be bigger.
He pulls a condom out of his wallet and tosses the leather pouch onto the ground with his clothes. Looking down at me, he takes himself into his hand and slides the rubber on before jerking himself slowly and leaning down over me. He runs the head over my pussy, and I throw my head back as I try to keep in sounds that would most likely wake up the whole damn house.
“Look at me,” he demands, and I have no chance of ever denying him, so I do. “I want to see you as I push inside.”
He can't be more than an inch in before I wince, and he does exactly what I didn't want.
He fucking stops.
“Emery.” My name sounds like a prayer and a threat all at once.
“Harland.”
His eyes narrow, as if he's trying to figure it out, but never in a million years am I going to admit that I'm a virgin. I'm eighteen. He'll think I'm a loser. He'll stop. He'll never touch me again. So, instead of being honest like I probably should, I mask over my fear with determination.
“Are you going to fuck me, or should I go find someone else?” I question boldly.
He growls, and with two hands on my hips, he slams inside of me in one fluid motion. I feel like every part of me is going to explode. With pain. With pleasure. With everything.
Harland doesn't let up as he slams inside of me over and over, and I don't want him to. As soon as the sting wears off, I'm arching my hips up and meeting him thrust for thrust. His fingers lace into my hair and hold me steady as his tongue tangles with mine in every way that I need.
“You're so goddamn tight,” he moans. “Fuck, baby. I need you to come.”
He uses his free hand and presses his thumb against my clit, rubbing circles in a way that gives me no shot in hell at resisting.
“Give me it, Emery.” His voice is like a growl as he moves his lips to my ear. “I want every fucking ounce of your pleasure. Cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel you.”
My hips grind into his touch, and on one particularly hard thrust, I go over the edge. My orgasm rips through my body at a rate that threatens to tear me apart. I can't even stop myself from screaming out as Harland rushes to cover my mouth, which somehow just enhances the pleasure.
As I clench around him and he works me through my high, I watch as he bites his bottom lip hard and his movements halt, his dick pulsing inside of me. He collapses on top of me and pants heavily as we both catch our breath. It isn't until we both feel something warm start to leak out of me that our eyes widen.
“Fuck,” he sighs. “Please tell me you're on the pill.”
My brows raise as I look at him like he's lost his mind. “With my parents, who swear my soul will be damned to hell if I so much as kiss a boy before I'm married? Right.”
He pulls out, and there it is, clear as day—the condom broke.
Harland runs his fingers through his hair as he tries to figure out what to do, when he suddenly picks me up and jumps into the pool. The water feels cold against my heated skin, and I swim to the surface and sputter.
“Harland! What the fuck?”
He swims closer and pulls me toward him. “Wash it out of you.”
I cough on some of the water that made it into my mouth. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” His movements are slow, but I flinch when my back hits the cold side of the pool. “You want me to do it for you?”
I don't think I could trust my voice, so all I do is nod. He smirks as two fingers meet my sore pussy and push inside. My head falls against the edge as the intense pleasure takes over again. It's like every part of me that was sensitive before is multiplied from my recent life-changing orgasm.
“Does this even work?” I question.
He shrugs and continues to work his magic on my clit. “I don't see why it wouldn't.”
I smirk, tilting my head to the side. “It would probably work better if you fucked it out of me.”
Throwing his head back, he chuckles. “Your confidence in me as a man is flattering, but I don't think I can get hard again right now.”
Well, that sounds like a challenge.
“Want to bet?”
I wrap my legs around his waist, and it only takes a minute before I feel him start to thicken.
Fuck, yes. Round two.
I wake in the morning, thoroughly exhausted and completely sexed out. The sun shining in my eyes makes me wince, and I roll over to find Ashlyn already awake and at her desk. My brows furrow as I look at her and sit up.