You’re Mine

Chapter 10

Easton

She’s here.

Mystery girl.

The one I’ve been thinking about nonstop, searching the hallways, classrooms, even looking for her in the parking lot after school.

Now she’s in my house, breaking into my dad’s beer fridge, standing only a few feet away from me.

Waiting for me to kiss her.

Her ass was the dead giveaway. The moment I stepped into the

garage and saw those perfect cheeks spread high in the air, 1 knew. And then she turned around, showing off those delicious tits, nipples already perked up.

My dick throbs from inside the robe.

I need to feel her body against mine. “Come here.”

She doesn’t move, so I walk over, backing her up until she’s leaning against the fridge

I run my finger over her red, full, gorgeous lips. “I have been dreaming about these,” I say, reminding her of the last thing she said to me before she kicked me

out of the bathroom.

I hold her waist, getting a feel of her in this costume. Her tight, curvy body on full display, every dip and arch, begging to be caressed

She’s holding my stare hostage.

“Fuck,” I growl, pulling her against me. “You look amazing.” I tilt her waist toward me, pressing my erection into her. “Do you feel what you’ve done to me?” I draw a line from her throat to her stomach. “But seeing you in this outfit has been well worth waiting a week.”

“Easton,” she whispers, wrapping

her arms around my neck, bringing our faces closer.

She knows me.

But I don’t know her and that’s not fair.

I grab her ass, squeezing to the point where I lift her into the air, her legs circling my waist, hands clutching my shoulders. I walk us over to the wall, holding her back against it.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

Her face is hidden, just like the darkness in the bathroom, a sea of black covering her. I’m tempted to rip off the mask, to see who these beautiful eyes and lips belong to,

but her gaze stops me.

She’s taking her time drinking me in, savoring my presence.

She’s missed me, too.

And each second she waits only teases me more.

“Kiss me,” I repeat, clinging to her ass.

Her tongue rounds her top lip before it crashes against mine. Her moans fill my ears, the heat from her mouth drawing me in closer, the urge to strip off her costume so heavy in my hands.

While I circle my tongue around hers, I use the wall to hold her

weight, and cup my palm around her tit. Her nipple is so hard, I rub my thumb across the tip, back and forth, tugging it through her costume.

She’s purring like a fucking cat, making her choice of costume even more fitting.

I wonder what sounds she’ll make if my hand moves between her

legs. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

With that thought comes another if I’m the first guy she’s ever kissed, something I still believe to be true, then I’ll be the first to touch her pussy

To see her naked.

To feel her tight, wetness.

A virgin

My dick hardens even more.

“You’re making it impossibly difficult to hold back.” I lick her off my mouth, tasting her, taking in her stare. “There are so many things I want to do to you against this wall.”

She’s a flavor I’ve never had before. A sweetness that’s almost tropical, a scent like one of the islands my family has vacationed on.

She quivers in my grip, her legs strengthening around me, her head tilting back as I devour her neck.

“Oh God,” she exhales

I can’t stop lapping her skin, her pulse skyrocketing against my mouth, her back arching as I blow around her nipple.

“Mmm,” she breathes.

I switch to her other tit, a cry releasing from her throat as I pinch the edge of her nipple, pulling it enough to make her moan, “Don’t stop.”

This is my house. No one is going to come knocking on the garage door, there isn’t going to be any interruptions. Tonight, we have nothing but time and I plan to

spend the entire evening with her.

The Hugh Hefner silk robe I’m wearing is thin, so is her costume, so when I push my dick into her and she rocks her hips forward, I can feel the heat from her pussy.

My fingers dig into her ass, kneading, positioning her. “You feel so good,” I hiss, this deep, nagging pulse working through me. But if anything more is going to happen between us-and it is-T must know something first. I need an answer to the question that’s been haunting me since we kissed. “Tell me your name.”

Her lips part, her chest heaving. “I …” Her voice fades as her phone beeps from somewhere inside her costume.

She releases me to grab it, looking at the screen that she keeps aimed away from me. “I have to go.”

“Now?”

Our eyes lock. “Yes.”

I remember her voice from the bathroom, and I try to place it. She has a medium pitch; a softness know I’ve heard before. Rich, chocolate eyes that are achingly familiar, I just can’t place them.

She bucks her hips, wiggling for me to put her down, each thrust stroking my dick.

Taunting me.

Driving me fucking wild.

Damn it.

“I don’t want you to go.”

“I have to.” More of her softness flutters into my face, her ass clenching as she tries to get down. “Please.”

I release her, but the second her feet touch the ground, I reach above her head and cage her in.

She runs her fingers over my lips. “You were right … I did miss this mouth.” Now she’s referring to what I’d said to her in the bathroom

I kiss her fingertips after each pass.

But it doesn’t last.

She ducks her head and maneuvers her way out of my trap, hurrying to the door.

I can’t believe this is happening again, that the moment I get back, she’s leaving

“Hey,” I say when she reaches for the handle. I wait for her to turn toward me before I add, “You have to tell me your name, so I can find you again.”

Her tongue slowly swipes across her bottom lip, her long tail bouncing. “I’ll find you.”

Just as I’m about to reply, she opens the door.

And she’s gone.