by Nikki Winter
“More bullshit to spew?” he interrupted with a raised brow. “C’mon, Sweets. This is me you’re talking to. What gives?” His hands pinned her in on either side, resting on the counter where she sat.
“Nothing.”
Both brows winging now, he slowly replied, “Unh-hunh.”
Harper had about a second to read between the lines before Konstantine had his hands beneath her robe, fingers dancing along her sides. She bucked, squealing, and he began to laugh.
“Koz!” She gasped. “Stop!”
“Tell me why you’re skulking around.”
“Cut...it...”
“You first.” He held onto her no matter how much she kicked, trying to get him to let go. With steady hands, he picked her up and held her midair. “Start talking or this continues.”
“Goddammit!”
“Still not hearing what I want to.”
“Ugh!” Harper twisted, then brought her foot down on the middle of his thigh, causing his leg to buckle. With a grunt he went down, falling backwards and taking her with him. They both yelped as his back hit the floor, the force of it causing a thump to echo around the room. Her candy was all over the tiles, her robe halfway off, leaving her with only the covering of a T-shirt.
They stared at one another then Harper snorted. Konstantine’s lips twitched before both of them began laughing. Something changed as they calmed down, though. It may have had something to do with the fact they both realized his hands were on her ass and that she was halfway straddling his hips.
“Koz...”
“Shhh.” He quieted her, his gaze darkening. She knew that look, understood what it meant. It had been the same stare he’d given her sixteen years ago, right before he kissed her.
A stillness settled over her whole form. For a moment, Harper didn’t even blink; her eyes were too drawn to the way he licked his bottom lip. His hands came up to cup her face, the thumb of his right hand strumming over her mouth in a caress that caused her to finally move due to the shiver that raced down her spine.
Without hesitation, Konstantine leaned upwards and captured her lips with his own. Her mind briefly mulled over the fact that she was kissing her best friend, then it went blank altogether. The way his hands drifted from her face to her shoulders before landing on her back again, pressing her firmly into him, chest to chest, groin to groin, made Harper moan. He slipped his tongue inside the cavern of her mouth, stroked it against her own, the taste of chocolate mingling between the two of them.
She gripped his shoulders and rocked against him, freezing when she felt a bulge big enough to be mistaken for a full-grown banana jump against the apex of her thighs. Konstantine’s hands scrambled back to her ass and pressed her into the hardness of his cock, moving her against it once more. The appreciative growl that rumbled up from his chest caused her to whimper.
Her pussy swelled, cream now slowly trickling as he massaged the globes of her behind. His tongue danced around hers, tangling and mimicking the movement of their hips. Harper ground against him, and he pulled back to release a harsh breath.
“Jesus,” Konstantine murmured, his eyes slamming shut.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down hard as her clit engorged, every movement of her sex against his causing the sensitized nubbin unbearable pleasure. All her logical reasons for why it was so wrong to come all over the man who’d seen her shoot milk out of her nose at thirteen kept trying to break past her pleasure haze, but the moment he lifted her T-shirt, his warm breath blowing over a nipple, Harper knew she was lost. What was the point?
Konstantine caught the right one between his teeth, gently biting down and lashing it with his tongue. Harper reached for the front of his sweatpants, desperate now to free the one appendage she’d sworn she would never go near. She’d been lying through her goddamned teeth when she made that vow.
The moment her palm made contact with his flesh, they both groaned. She stroked his length, amazed at the fact her fingers barely met as they wrapped around him. The width alone made her mouth water.
“Fuck.” Konstantine hissed, letting go of her nipple with a wet pop when she rubbed her thumb over the sensitized head of his cock. He arched into her caress, one of his hands diving between them so his fingers could play with her labia. Harper gasped and tugged his dick harder.
He rolled them until she was on her back, then pinned both hands above her head. “Leave them there.” She obeyed his quiet demand as he sat back, those ice-blue irises leaving heat in their wake as his gaze slid over her body admiringly. “You’re so beautiful, Harper.” Gone was the teasing nickname and the boyish immaturity, replaced by the look of a man who wanted to eat her alive. She had absolutely no objection to that.
“I knew you’d be perfect here.” He tweaked a nipple, and her mouth opened on a gasp. “And here.” That same hand found its way between her legs, his middle finger rolling against her clit. She lifted her hips but he didn’t continue the touch there. However, he did allow his digit to slide until it rested at her back door. When he pressed there, Harper sucked in a breath that seemed to get trapped in her lungs. “And here,” he softly added.
She lifted her head just enough to see his sex, large and pulsing as it peeked over the edge of his bottoms, the head a reddish, angry-looking purple, leaking pre-cum. Swallowing, she tried to regain the moisture in her mouth that had suddenly disappeared.
“Koz.” Harper’s voice was no more than a whisper.
He looked up. “Yes, baby?”
“What are you...” She took a deep breath. “What are you doing?”
His lips curved in a wicked, predatory smile. “It’s really simple, Sweets. But I’ll be more than glad to explain it.” With gentle but firm hands, he pulled her by her ankles, closer to him, then lifted her legs and spread them farther apart. “First I’m going to put my tongue here.” To demonstrate precisely what he meant, he rubbed the opening of her pussy with his forefinger. “And then”—he dipped that finger inside along with two others, bypassed her wail of pleasure and continued—“my cock.”
When his head descended, Harper said nothing to stop him, didn’t even make a sound.
***
He hadn’t been lying when he said she was perfect. Every inch of her peanut-butter-shaded skin was flawlessly beautiful. The only things marring it were a few scars here and there from her days of skidding along the bases and bike racing up the street. Truth be told, it simply added character to what he was so intently gazing at. To what he’d been fantasizing about since he understood what a woman’s body should look like; ripe and lush in all the right places. Her tummy was rounded like the rest of her.
Konstantine found that sexier. That she didn’t obsess for hours in a gym. There was nothing wrong with women who took care with their health and their bodies, but he’d always been attracted to the ones who didn’t try to force off every curve they naturally had. Harper was one of those, and he thanked God for that. She was gorgeous. From to the tip of her golden-highlighted curls to her pastel-painted toes.
He wanted her so badly he started to tremble, too afraid to move any faster because he didn’t want to be too rough. Konstantine fought the primal urge to simply roll her over onto her stomach and fuck her like his baser side begged him to. Instead, he nuzzled the inside of her right thigh, nipping it and leaving a reddish mark. He heard the way her breath hitched when he laved that same spot, felt how her hips lifted, silently begging him to finish what he’d started.
Konstantine would think on the consequences later. Knowing Harper, as soon as they were done, she’d flip her shit and go down the list of reasons why this was a bad idea. He just needed to make sure she was too tired to flip her shit. Which meant wringing her dry. That way her body would be too sated and her voice too hoarse for her to even garner the energy to say this was a mistake.
When he finally allowed his lips to meet the apex of her thighs, his tongue coming out and curling around her swollen clit, he knew he’
d struck the equivalent of gold from the way she arched up as if hit by lightning. He slid the muscle up and down her labia, heard the way his name left her in a gasp.
Gripping her thighs, he pressed his mouth deeper into her center, not the least bit deterred by the way her hips jerked violently against his ministrations. The scent and feel of her on his lips caused his cock to pulse harder. Konstantine had known for a very long time that at some point they’d be here, that he’d get to love every inch of her.
He returned his attention to her clit, sucking it between his lips and lashing it with well-placed flicks that made her tense for a moment before she released a breathless moan. Konstantine moved his hands from her thighs to her ass, massaging the lush globes and spreading her farther open for his assault.
“Jesus,” Harper hissed above him, her own hands no longer where he’d commanded them to remain but now delving into his hair, tugging and directing him where her needy pussy wanted him the most. He could’ve stopped to demand she do as she was told, but at the moment, he was holding onto control by a thread. Konstantine ate her in earnest, the digits of his right hand slipping into the space between her opening and her rosette. Knowing the nerve endings there were more than a little sensitive, he pressed down.
She cried out, and that was all the warning he received before she came. He lapped up every drop of cream that spilled from between her thighs, only stopping when she begged him to. Konstantine sat back on his haunches once again and watched as Harper rolled to her side, shaking and trying to breathe normally. He bit back a smile, just a little too smug about the fact she looked as though she’d run five miles.
When Harper finally settled down, he reached down to completely remove her robe and T-shirt. He bit the inside of his cheek when her breasts bounced free, ripe chocolate nipples coming into view. He had to get control, had to calm down. He was starting to shake the same way she had moments ago, he wanted her so badly.
In the time he’d been away from home, he’d had sex twice, but after finally realizing no one could ever truly live up to Harper, he’d stopped, understanding he’d never find true satisfaction until he had her beneath him.
“Koz,” she whispered, her voice huskier than he’d ever heard it.
He lifted his head, entranced by the lustful way she chewed her lip, and her hands came up to cup her tits, her fingers encircling the areolas. Konstantine growled, and she spread her legs farther apart before softly saying, “Finish it.”
His sweatpants went someplace across the kitchen. Probably in the same place her T-shirt and robe had landed, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. He had one concern—branding Harper. He planned on fucking her so good that any argument she came to him with afterward would be obsolete.
He pressed the head of his weeping cock at her opening and watched the way it glided between the lips of her pussy. Her hips lifted as she tried to force him deeper, and he pulled back. Konstantine climbed completely between her thighs, bringing them chest to chest and resting on the palms of his hands, which were situated on either side of her supine form. Reaching backwards, he gripped her left leg and tugged it to wrap around his waist; the other he raised until it was bent toward her chest and tucked it into the bend of his elbow.
With a slow ease, he slipped inside her and gritted his teeth as the heat of her clamped down on him. “Oh, God.” Konstantine panted, trying to be as gentle as possible as he fully seated himself until their groins mashed together.
Harper gazed up at him with wide eyes. “Please don’t break my vagina.”
Unable to help it, he barked out a laugh, warmth rushing to his cheeks at the compliment and plea.
“Not a promise I can keep, Sweets. Not a promise I can keep...”
Her brows winged. “What the hell do you mean, it’s not a promise you can... Oh, shit...” Harper’s words were truncated when he pulled back and pushed into her with enough force that they went sliding across the tile. He kept her spread open for him on every down thrust, making sure to get as deeply inside her as possible.
Harper threw her head back, her mouth dropping open. His heart sped up as he watched her breasts shake with every thrust of his flesh into hers, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing around the room. Her thighs were hot and slick against his own as their rhythm increased to the point where every noise that left him was a simple grunt. It felt like his cock was being gripped in the tightest, warmest fist known to man, the silken slide of it unimaginably pleasurable.
Leaning down, he captured a nipple, every suckle syncing with his movements against her, every one of her whimpers and moans spurring him on.
“Harder...Koz...please...”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her what she pleaded for, pounding into her until she gazed up at him with tears cresting her eyes.
Harper’s hands cupped his face, gripped his hair, and she pulled him in for a kiss, her tongue dancing, tangling, and stroking with his.
What felt like sparks of electricity raced up his spine. Konstantine ended the kiss and held her to him tighter, commanding against her neck, “Come with me, Sweets.”
He changed the angle of his hips, and it must’ve worked because her shoulders left the floor as her voice rent the kitchen, her throat vibrating underneath his lips from the force of her scream. He didn’t hold back for another second, allowed himself the sensation of being suspended midair before his body racked with shudders and he came in jags.
Six
“Where’re you going?”
Harper stopped her slow shimmy out of bed at the low, coarse sound of Konstantine’s voice in her ear.
“Uh...the bathroom,” she squeaked.
He snorted. “Liar.”
Her shoulders tensed. “I was going to the bathroom.” She decided to leave out the fact that she was going to the bathroom in her room. Then she was planning on locking the door and maybe, sorta, kinda shoving one of her dressers in front of it.
What exactly did he expect her to do? She hadn’t had time to have a mild coronary over the fact that she’d been intimately introduced to every inch of Konstantine over the course of a few hours. And although Harper could say pleasurable was a grave understatement for what had happened between the two of them, she had the slight suspicion that he’d kept her lips, hands, and every sensitized part of her occupied on purpose.
The giant hairy bastard knew her too well. Every time Harper had gone to say anything he may or may not have wanted to hear, he had his tongue in her mouth or on her nipples. When she looked as though she was attempting to get up, he had her on all fours or underneath him. If she even sighed wrong, she found herself straddling him.
After their hard, quick, amazing interlude in the kitchen—which Harper would have to disinfect top to bottom later because her OCD was sending all types of warning signals about how sex in her sanctuary was unsanitary—Konstantine had kept her trapped in the guest room she’d put him in. It didn’t seem like that was going to change anytime soon.
Her thoughts were confirmed when he resituated her in front of him, one huge thigh wedged between her own, his arm thrown around her waist, pulling her back into his chest. Harper waited for him to say something or do something but it never came. However, what did come was a soft snore in her goddamned ear.
“Oh, you’re fucking kidding me, right?” She jerked her elbow back. “Hey!”
“What?” Konstantine groaned.
“You’re going to sleep?” Harper twisted up and out of their spooned position, staring down at him, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. “I’m having a mental breakdown, and you’re going to sleep.”
There was a long sigh. “That seems about right.”
“I...you...” She swung her legs off the bed, trying to get up and away before she took one of her beautiful throw pillows and held it over his face until the jerking and flailing stopped. No sooner than her feet touched the coolness of her carpet did she find herself on her back, the nightstand lamp
illuminating the room so she could clearly see the expression on his face as he loomed over her.
“You wanna talk,” Konstantine rasped quietly. “Talk.”
She glared up at him.
“What’s that look for?”
“Because you’re being so frackin’ casual!”
He blinked. “About what, exactly?”
“About the fact that we...” Harper waved a hand between the two of them.
“Made love?” he supplied.Her eyes narrowed, and he grinned broadly. “Okay...we had sex.”
“And?” She snarled.
“And...?” Konstantine’s brows lowered.
“And it completely breaches the unspoken contract of our friendship!”
“Ahhh,” he breathed. “I see.”
“You do?”
His nod was slow. “Of course I do.” He rolled his weight off her and lay beside her instead. “You’re insane.”
Harper jerked up. “Excuse me?”
Turning his head, he focused those goddamn eyes on her then repeated, “You’re insane.”
She calmly turned her gaze to one of those throw pillows that rested on the ottoman in front of the bed. “I think I’m just going to smother you now and be done with this whole conversation.”
“Sweets,” Konstantine’s voice rumbled, the sleepiness leaving his tone as he swept a hand down her naked thigh. “You think too much.”
“And you’re not thinking enough!”
He gave one of those long, drawn-out sighs again. “Okay, I see we have to do this my way.”
“What way... Hey, hey, hey, get your hand off of that!”
“Nope.” His casual retort made her bring her own hands up to his wrist, trying without success to tug his fingers away from her quickly moistening core.
“Konstantine—”
“And there it is,” the jackass interrupted smugly. “That’s how I know you’re weakening.” He encircled her stiffening clit. “Your voice drops and you start whining my name—which, by the way, just makes me hard.”
