Harper's Little Spitfire Page 6

  Pulling on a pair of slacks, a white blouse and her boots, she walked back out into the kitchen and grabbed her travel mug. Turning around to grab her bag, she bumped straight into Caleb.

  “I thought you’d left,” she said. Straightening herself up, she looked into his bright sexy blue eyes.

  “Trying to get rid of me already, spitfire?”

  “No. And will you stop calling me that?” Sage growled.

  She hated the nickname that three out of the four of them called her. Ever since the first fight she had with a girl over something so stupid—Logan pulled her off the girl, only resulting in him getting kicked in the balls in the process from her—he’d grunted in pain and told her, ‘Settle down, spitfire.’ Ever since that day, Logan, Caleb and Zeb called her that.

  She didn’t know why Mac never called her that. It was always her real name he used, and she kind of felt unhappy that he never voiced her nickname.

  Caleb stepped towards her, only resulting in her stepping back away from him. She couldn’t be close to him, right now.

  “You love it, Sage,” he whispered down to her.

  Didn’t she ever!

  The way he and the other two said it always sent a thrill through her.

  “You bloody wish, Caleb.” She pushed him away from her and started to walk towards the front entrance, only to be pulled back by him.

  Her hands rested against his chest as his mouth lingered near hers. “I wish for a lot of things, and I know the most important one will be coming true very soon, spitfire.”

  Sage’s body betrayed her and fell into his. His arms locked around her body as his mouth latched onto hers. His tongue entered her mouth, and as she sucked on it, he groaned, and pushed her against the door. Lifting one of her legs and wrapping it around his waist, he rotated his hips, sliding against her pants, exactly where she wanted him.

  Pulling away, she gasped for air as his mouth travelled from her mouth over to her ear and bit it, hard. Her hands held his head there as he moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock over her pussy. His hand slid down over her stomach to the top of her pants. Once he had the zipper down, his hand inched in, tracing over the top of her panties. Jesus, she was soaked.

  He only had to move another couple of inches and he would find out that her panties were saturated. A horn blared in the back ground, pulling her out of her haze.

  “Caleb,” she groaned. His lips still moved against her skin, down her neck as she pushed him away. “Kaidence is here. I need to go,” she mumbled as she fixed herself up.

  He stood staring at her, as his own hand slid into his jeans and slid up and down over his length, very fucking slowly. Whimpering at the loss of him, Sage couldn’t take her eyes off what his hand was doing. His other hand came up and pulled the zipper down.

  Oh, my God! She was finally going to see his cock.

  Pushing his jeans down further, she saw the top of his boxer shorts, black with a satin band. They were going down too. She could see his erection to the side, still covered with the black material.

  Another blare from the horn boomed through her quiet house, making her jump at the noise.

  Looking up at his face, he grinned down at her as he pulled his jeans back up and zipped them too.

  “Sorry, maybe another time, spitfire.”

  She spun around, muttering, “Tease,” as she slammed the door behind her. Holy God damn shitty shit! She was so close, just a few more seconds and she would have seen him erect, hard and only wanting her. She was so ready to drop to the ground right in front of him and offer to blow him, since he had already gotten her off this morning, and he was close to doing it again just then.

  Shaking her head, she heard his laughter through the door and grinned to herself. Payback was a bitch when it came a-knocking. Oh, yeah, this was going to be fun planning payback. Jumping in the passenger’s side of Kaidence’s Lexus, clicking her belt on, she turned to face her.

  “Hey bitch, thanks for taking me in today.”

  “No worries, lovely. What’s with the shit-eating grin?”

  “Oh, I was close, so close to giving Caleb a blow job,” she laughed as the car veered to the right.

  “Come again?” Kaid gasped, a look of shock covering her face.

  “He had me against the door when you arrived, his hand down my pants and close to touching me, then I pushed him away, ready to walk out, until he slid his own hand down his pants, pulling himself off. Then he started to push his pants down. Jesus, so fucking close to seeing his package,” Sage sighed in longing and frustration.

  “Well, tits on a cracker. Fuck, now I wished I walked in to get you. I would have forgotten about me out there, and fucked his brains out, Sage. Shit, now I’m fucking wet just listening to what you said. Need me some hard, sweaty pounding,” Kaid said as she fanned herself.

  “Settle down, tart. After you drop me off, go home and get yourself off. But before you go, I need some devilish ideas to get him back, up for it?” She wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of getting back at him for arousing her so badly. Payback was going to be a bitch for him.

  “You know I’ll be in, especially if it has anything to do with those Harper boys.”

  Oh, she knew it. Kaidence, Bri and Lilly had been dry humping each other ever since the Harper boys came into her life; she swore sometimes they would only come over to see her when they all knew either one or all of the boys were at her house. Giggling to herself, she never took it to heart; she would have done the same if any of them had four drop-dead, sex-on-a-pole, so very fuckable guys coming nearly every day over to their place. They could pant from a distance; there was no way she was sharing all four of them with her friends. Nope, she wasn’t sharing the Harper brothers with anyone, not even her best bitches.

  CHAPTER

  FIVE

  Mac left Club Burn as soon as he could. He dropped off the signed contract over to Logan, but he wasn’t expecting the ass lashing he received. He wasn’t in the slightest mood to see Sage right now. It wasn’t the fact he didn’t want to see her, but in the state he was in after everything he had seen at the club, it wasn’t a chance he wanted to take.

  She tempted him in so many ways, and just hearing her voice would have him stripping her bare and fucking her senseless. Groaning, he rubbed over his erection as he drove to her place, following a bloody promise he made to Logan to stop by her house and see her for only a few minutes.

  When he stood there in the club, none of them knew it was a BDSM club; the name never gave it away, and neither did any of the owners. They had obviously wanted him to get a first impression, and boy did he ever. Everywhere Mac went or looked, all he could picture was Sage, handcuffed and gagged, bent over a table, or tied to a cross while he flogged her until she exploded. The best image he came up with was her spread eagle on her bed, blindfolded, his cock pounding inside of her relentlessly, as her endless screams surrounded him.

  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

  He needed to get these frigging thoughts out of his head before he stepped a foot inside her door. Why couldn’t he have said no to seeing her tonight and headed home? No, because he actually wanted to see her. Now all he had to do was tame down his arousal, spend fifteen to twenty minutes in her presence and leave, then find a willing woman at the nearby bar closest to his house.

  Pulling up in her driveway, Mac jumped out, rearranged himself in a more comfortable position and walked up the stairs to the door.

  Caleb had messaged him saying that he couldn’t meet back at her house; he needed to leave town for the day to sort out some problems that were happening at one of their venues. Logan was running late, and as to Zeb, God knew where he was. The bastard never answered his phone when he was calling.

  Knocking on the door, he noticed none of the lights were on. Checking the time, it was coming close to 9 p.m.; she was always up until around 10-10:30 p.m.. Knocking once again, he listened to see if he could hear any kind of noise. Turning the door handle, he was
shocked when it turned in his hand. Damn it, they had repeatedly told her to lock her bloody front door, even if she was home.

  Stepping inside, Mac locked the door behind him; he was going to have words with her and yet again explain why she had to lock all her doors.

  As he looked around, there was no sight of her in any of the rooms downstairs. Deciding to check the ones on the top level, he made his way quietly in case she was already in bed. Walking up slowly towards her room, he tapped lightly against the door and listened. Seconds went by. As he raised his hand to knock again, a noise came through the door. Opening it softly, his eyes landed on the bed, and God all mighty, was she in her bed all right.

  Sage lay there, legs open wide as she was playing with herself. Shit! Mac didn’t want to be in the room, but his body moved forward. Closing the door softly behind him, he stood up against the door as she continued to pleasure herself.

  Her juices glistened over the toy she was using. The little moans escaping from her mouth drew him to the end of the bed as the toy glided over her swollen clit. Her hips lifted from the bed as her hand moved faster at the action. He pushed his own hand beneath his pants, never once taking his eyes off her hand. Fisting his cock in his hand, Mac stroked himself up and down.

  Her other hand slid down her naked body, tweaking her nipple, then slid further down, bypassing her clit as it was already occupied and pushed a finger inside of her. His hand tightened around his erection, unmoving, trying to stop his own need to come so early.

  He moaned when she added a second finger to her wet opening. Her head shot up, hearing his groan and stopped what she was doing. Leaning up on her elbow, she panted, “What are you doing here, Mac?” Her eyes zeroed in on his hand in his pants. Removing it completely, he grabbed her legs, and not saying a word, he dragged her to the end of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he leaned forward breathing in her sweet scent. Looking once more up at her, her eyes asked the question he didn’t want to answer. His eyes stayed on hers as his mouth covered her clit.

  Her body arched slightly off the bed. “Mac,” she gasped in pleasure

  God, he loved hearing his name on her lips.

  Holding the bud between his teeth, he sucked, nipped, and flicked it with his tongue as he glided his hand up her leg and rotated his finger at her opening. Pushing in slightly, he moaned around her clit as her core clenched around him.

  Her hands gripped the sheet at her sides, her head thrown back against the pillow as her hips started to grind against his mouth. Removing his finger, he found the toy she was using. Grinning against her flesh, Mac coated it in her juices and slid it down to her back hole.

  Lifting his other hand, he slowly penetrated her with two fingers. As he slid out, he pushed the tip of the stimulator into her ass a little, enjoying the sweet sounds coming from her.

  “Mac, please, I’m close,” she panted out.

  Growling, he slid the stimulator all the way in, turned it to its highest setting and pumped his fingers faster into her. Rubbing her g-spot with the tip of his fingers, her body bowed off the bed as she screamed his name.

  Her pussy constricting his fingers, he continued to move them as he started to hump the end of her bed. Running his tongue around her clit, knowing another orgasm was coming quickly, he removed his fingers and slid his tongue inside of her—in, out as hard as he could, turning the stimulator from side to side.

  Her hands gripped his hair, pulling at the roots as her hips pumped in time with the thrusting of his tongue and the toy. Thighs pinning his head in between them as her body convulsed around him, Mac drunk her in, enjoying the taste of her sliding down his throat. Sitting back, breathing heavily, her body shivered when he removed the toy.

  “Wow,” she giggled in awe. Her eyes were at half-mast as she peered at him and smiled.

  Mac kneeled on the ground at her feet; she sat up and looked directly at him. Loving the look that covered her face, knowing he put it there, he grew even harder. Standing up, he took a step back from the bed. He couldn’t say anything to her. He wasn’t meant to do what he did, and now she would have the wrong idea about him. His intentions. Wanting something from him that he couldn’t give her.

  She slid to the end of the bed, reached out for him, but he stepped back. Frowning, she fell to the floor in front of him, tracing her fingers up his leg and lingered near his throbbing cock. His head fell back against his shoulders, enjoying the moment of her touch. Then she was undoing his jeans; she slid her delicate hand inside of them and wrapped around him, making him hiss.

  His hand stilled hers. “What are you doing, Sage?”

  She licked her lips. “Returning the favour,” she whispered.

  Ahh, hell. Letting his hand drop from hers, she pulled his jeans down over his ass, freeing his cock from its confinements. Her tiny hand could barely reach around the girth of him. Using both of her hands and the moisture from her own release, she began stroking and twisting him. How the hell did she know that he loved a chick using both her hands and twisting his cock in their grip? He didn’t care; Mac basked in the feeling of having her hands on him in the most erotic way.

  Sage’s tongue slid out and licked the tip of him, making him moan at the contact. Mac’s hand lifted to her hair, bunching it in a tight grip and sucked in a breath as her lips surrounded the tip of his erection.

  Her hand slid up his leg, holding onto his hip as he moved forward and back, sliding her mouth along his length. Her mouth tightened around him firmer, her teeth grazing over the head of him and down the sides.

  Groaning, Mac held her head in both his hands, looking down at her. “Open wider,” He gritted out.

  She did exactly as he said.

  Pushing further down Sage’s throat, she swallowed around the tip of him, gripping him. Letting go, she repeated her actions as he sped up his thrusting. Her suction tightened and loosened around his cock, then her fingers grazed his balls. Massaging them in the palm of her hand, her other hand let go of the side of him and wrapped around the base, as her mouth slid up and down. Sage’s hand stroked with her mouth and twisted every time she deep throated him.

  “Jesus, who the hell taught you that?” he grumbled.

  His sack pulled taut under his erection, knowing he wasn’t far from blowing inside of her mouth. Pumping his hips faster, her lips stretched over him, taking what she could of him, not complaining once that he was too rough or she couldn’t take him all. Mac was shocked when she squeezed his balls, sending him right down her throat, never gagging as he shoved himself deeper into her mouth.

  It was never ending. He wondered how it was possible that she could take every single inch of him. He wasn’t small; none of the Harper boys were. They were all around the same size, give or take an inch between them all, but his was the thickest out of them. They never sat there and measured each other’s cock; Mac was going by what he was told by the women that they had all slept with.

  Shaking his head, he didn’t want to think about any other women when the one that he wanted the most was kneeling down right in front of him, sucking his cock.

  She twisted her mouth from the left then the right, sending sparks of electricity through his body. Her hand gripped the base of him, unmoving as her speed picked up and never slowed down. His orgasm was approaching rapidly. One second he was breathing fine, the next Mac lost his breath altogether as he shouted her name. He held her head still in his grip, pumping continuously, prolonging the feeling. She swallowed every drop he delivered into her mouth. Pulling himself from the depth of her wet mouth, he stood away from her, jeans still at his ankles, and stared at her.

  How could he allow himself the pleasure she just gave him? He was the wrong kind of guy for her, even if it was just sex or blow jobs between them. He could never offer any more than that to her and she deserved way more than that.

  Not saying a single word to her, he reached down, pulled his jeans up and turned his back to her. How the hell was he going to deal with this now? He’d gone
too far. Opening the door, he took a step out.

  “Mac?”

  He knew what she was going to say, but he had no answer, or more like he didn’t have the right answer for her. He walked away from her, leaving her still kneeling on her bedroom floor. God, he was fucked up.

  Walking down the stairs, he heard her steps chasing after him. “MacKenzie, what’s going on?” she asked as she reached for his arm.

  “I’m leaving.”

  “Please don’t,” she whispered, holding her tears back.

  “I shouldn’t have come here, and what happened in there, shouldn’t have happened and never will again,” he ground out. What the fuck was wrong with him? Of course he wanted to be here, and he had enjoyed every bloody second with her. Damn.

  “Did I do something wrong? I can do it again, better this time,” she sobbed.

  Turning around, Mac faced her. “Sage, just stop. I needed my cock sucked and you did a great job of that, but nothing more is happening between us, okay? I need more than for someone to drop to their knees and open their mouth. And what I’m into, you can never satisfy me. You’re too, how should I put this, you’re a baby in my world. You have nil experience. I need someone that can fuck on demand, when I want. I doubt you’ve spread your legs for that many guys, Sage.”

  Sobs racked Sage’s body as she stood, taking in every single word he said to her. “Fuck you,” she strained to get the words out.

  “What?”

  “I said, fuck you,” she spat as she threw her fist towards his face.

  He caught her fist in his, pulling her closer to him.

  “I wouldn’t waste my time fucking you, Sage. You wouldn’t do it for me. Besides the fact that you can suck cock like a whore, that’s about all you’re worth.” What the hell was coming out of his mouth?