Got My Hands All Over You
porch
As she looked around the living room crowded with loud and, for the most part, drunk strangers, Harper was reminded once again why she hadn’t been very eager to attend this party in the first place. Unlike her cousin, she wasn’t a social butterfly. She couldn’t walk into a room full of strangers and become friends with them within the first ten minutes of their meeting. And unfortunately, Jade had either forgotten or just not even realized this about Harper when she dragged her along to this party. So now, Harper was standing in a corner by herself, sipping at her drink like the wallflower that she was.
To make matters worse, it had been quite some time since Mike had left her to go outside. Her sense of time was off, due to the amount of alcohol that she had consumed since arriving at the party, so she wasn’t exactly sure about how many minutes, or possibly hours, it had been since she had last seen him. She did know for a fact that it had been longer than it takes for one to smoke a cigarette.
And while she didn’t want to appear clingy, since she was just a quick shag for Mike and he for her, Harper decided, as she gulped down the last of her drink, that she was going to go look for him. She was tired of hiding in the corner, so it was time for her to take matters into her own hands.
She pushed her way through the crowded living room, then popped her head into the kitchen, but was unsuccessful in finding Mike in either room. With a frustrated sigh, she stomped into the dining room. Just as she was about to storm back into the living room with the idea in her head that Mike had ditched her, she noticed a sliding door that lead outside behind the small wood table that sat in the corner of the dining room.
With her heart beating hard in her chest, Harper edged around the table and made her way to the door. As she walked, she decided that if she didn’t find Mike outside then she was calling it a night and going back to her hotel. How she was going to make it back there she wasn’t sure of, since she had no idea where Jade was, but she sure as hell wasn't going to spend her whole night waiting around for some guy who had completely forgotten about her.
Anger toward Mike was rushing through Harper’s veins when she peeked through the glass, but it quickly disappeared when she caught a glimpse of a tall and thin figure sitting in one of the three chaise loungers set up on the porch, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the dark night sky.
Perhaps Mike hadn’t completely forgotten about her.
He seemed to be in a world of his own because even as Harper snuck up behind him, he didn’t notice and his gaze didn’t stray from the starry sky above.
Slowly, Harper brushed the hair away from Mike’s neck and leaned down to ever-so-lightly brush her lips against the back of his neck. The action caught his attention and caused him to finally come out of the trance he had been in.
“Harper--”
Shushing him, Harper lightly ran her fingernails down his back, running over the scratches she had created earlier, causing Mike to hiss. “Relax, Mikey,” she murmured as she ran her fingernails up his back and into his hair. “I thought you forgot all about little ol’ me.”
“Aw, did you miss me?” Mike teased, smirking up at Harper as he put out his cigarette.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
Harper rolled her eyes before she set to work at creating a path of soft kisses starting at the back of Mike’s neck, leading to the spot on his neck, just below his ear, that as she had discovered earlier, drove him nuts. When she reached that particular spot, she stopped to graze her teeth over it and, occasionally, give it a nibble.
This, along with the sensation of Harper massaging his scalp and periodically tugging his hair caused Mike to moan quietly under his breath.
“I thought I told you to relax,” Harper scolded Mike teasingly as she nuzzled her face into his tattooed neck.
“It’s kind of hard to when you’re doing that,” Mike said with a groan.
Chuckling to herself, Harper kissed his neck once more before moving around to the front of the chair. She placed one hand on her jutted out hip while her other hand went to her chin, which she tapped with her index finger, pretending to be deep in thought. “How ever will we get you to relax?”
“How about you get your ass over here?” Mike practically growled, his eyes narrowing in annoyance over the teasing Harper was dishing out.
“Well, I don’t know--” Harper squealed mid-sentence as Mike grabbed her by her hips and pulled her down to him. “You’re an impatient little bugger, aren’t you?” she asked as she straddled his hips.
“Impatient, yes. Little, no,” Mike said with a smirk before he connected their lips in a feverish kiss.
As their mouths moved against each other, their hands ran over every bit of skin they could, despite both of them being fully clothed. When Harper’s hands slipped under Mike’s shirt and ran her fingernails down his chest, he groaned once again and pulled away, coming up for air.
“Fuck...Harper,” he hummed when she repeated the action.
Still running her nails over Mike’s chest, Harper buried her face into his neck and assaulted the spot below his ear with her teeth. A string of profanities fell from Mike’s lips when she began to move her hips against his.
“Relaxed yet?” she murmured in his ear as she ran her nails down his chest one last time before her hands moved up to tangle in his hair.
Wanting to return the favor, Mike repositioned them so Harper was under him. He reached down between them and swiftly undid the button on Harper’s shorts. When he ran his index finger along the top of her panties, she tried to sit up, but he held her down with his free hand.
Harper raised both of her eyebrows challengely. “Are you seriously going to--”
When Mike slipped a finger into her, she let out a surprised gasp and her eyes fluttered shut.
“Shit, shit...shit,” she cried. When Mike added another digit, a moan slipped past her lips. “Mike!”
Desperate to hold on to something, her hands gripped Mike’s upper arms tightly.
“Ho-oly shit!” she squealed when his fingers started to move faster and deeper, brushing against her spot. “Fucking hell...”
As her back arched high off of the chair and she clenched around Mike’s fingers, Harper let out a scream. To silence the loud cry that would surely give away their current activity, Mike leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, swallowing her cry. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and gave it a good tug as she continued to whine and squirm underneath of him.
When she calmed down, she released his lip from her vice grip and fell back onto the chair. “Wow, that was... Jesus Christ, you’re good at that,” she panted with a giggle.
“So I’ve been told.” Mike smirked as he took his hand from Harper’s panties and brought his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. “You relaxed now, Harper?”
“Touchè,” she shot back while rolling her eyes. “But we run into a problem now... As much as I’d love to be able to, we can’t fuck out on someone’s porch. We both know I’m far too loud for that.” She paused to roll her eyes again when she saw the smirk that tugged at Mike’s lips at her statement. “So you can either take me back to your place for a proper shag, or we go back into the party. Your call.”
“We are definitely going back to my place.”
Mike got off of Harper and waited for her to readjust herself. She buttoned her shorts and ran her hand through her slightly mussed hair. Once she was done this, she got up from the chair and bent down to stretch her stiff limbs, giving Mike a perfect view of her ass.
“Since you tired me out, you should carry me to your car,” she suggested once she straightened back up.
“You’re kidding, right?” Mike asked with a scoff.
When Harper said nothing to affirm that she was kidding, he rolled his eyes as he got down on one knee to allow her to climb on his back.
“Oh, a piggy back ride,” Harper giggled as Mike stood back up to his full height. “How sweet of you, love.”
Mike scowled, though Harper couldn’t see it. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. This is a one time thing,” he grunted.
“Hm, we’ll see about that. Don’t you think I deserve something in return for being the best shag of your life?”
“You are getting something in return; the best fuck of your life.”
Harper scoffed, “I doubt that.”
“Is that a challenge I hear?”
Harper said nothing in return, which seemed to make Mike even more determined to prove her wrong.
“Alright, get ready to experience the best shag of your life, love,” Mike told Harper with a slight mocking tone laced in his voice.
“Despite the fact that you just mocked me - and I will be getting you back for that later - you sound rather sexy when you call a person ‘love.’ Do it more often and you’ll have panties dropping all around you.”
Mike stopped at his car and let Harper down from his back. He then opened the passenger side door for her and waited for her to get situated in her seat before closing the door.
“I already have panties dropping all around me,” he told her once he was behind the wheel.
“Not nearly as much as I do, I bet,” she shot back with a chuckle.
Mike said nothing in reply as he pulled his car out of its parking spot and onto the road. Every so often, Harper would peek at him out of the corner of her eye, and every time she did, she couldn’t help but notice the extra strong hold he had on the steering wheel and the way that his jaw was clenched tight. She then realized that her comment about having panties dropping all around her must have gotten to him.
She never understood most men’s fascination with the idea of two women sharing a sexual relationship, but the fact that she had gotten Mike so worked up over it made her laugh to herself.
“You look a bit tense, Mikey,” she observed with a devilish grin. “You okay there?”
Once again, he didn’t respond, but Harper noticed that the car started moving a bit faster.
To make matters worse, it had been quite some time since Mike had left her to go outside. Her sense of time was off, due to the amount of alcohol that she had consumed since arriving at the party, so she wasn’t exactly sure about how many minutes, or possibly hours, it had been since she had last seen him. She did know for a fact that it had been longer than it takes for one to smoke a cigarette.
And while she didn’t want to appear clingy, since she was just a quick shag for Mike and he for her, Harper decided, as she gulped down the last of her drink, that she was going to go look for him. She was tired of hiding in the corner, so it was time for her to take matters into her own hands.
She pushed her way through the crowded living room, then popped her head into the kitchen, but was unsuccessful in finding Mike in either room. With a frustrated sigh, she stomped into the dining room. Just as she was about to storm back into the living room with the idea in her head that Mike had ditched her, she noticed a sliding door that lead outside behind the small wood table that sat in the corner of the dining room.
With her heart beating hard in her chest, Harper edged around the table and made her way to the door. As she walked, she decided that if she didn’t find Mike outside then she was calling it a night and going back to her hotel. How she was going to make it back there she wasn’t sure of, since she had no idea where Jade was, but she sure as hell wasn't going to spend her whole night waiting around for some guy who had completely forgotten about her.
Anger toward Mike was rushing through Harper’s veins when she peeked through the glass, but it quickly disappeared when she caught a glimpse of a tall and thin figure sitting in one of the three chaise loungers set up on the porch, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the dark night sky.
Perhaps Mike hadn’t completely forgotten about her.
He seemed to be in a world of his own because even as Harper snuck up behind him, he didn’t notice and his gaze didn’t stray from the starry sky above.
Slowly, Harper brushed the hair away from Mike’s neck and leaned down to ever-so-lightly brush her lips against the back of his neck. The action caught his attention and caused him to finally come out of the trance he had been in.
“Harper--”
Shushing him, Harper lightly ran her fingernails down his back, running over the scratches she had created earlier, causing Mike to hiss. “Relax, Mikey,” she murmured as she ran her fingernails up his back and into his hair. “I thought you forgot all about little ol’ me.”
“Aw, did you miss me?” Mike teased, smirking up at Harper as he put out his cigarette.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
Harper rolled her eyes before she set to work at creating a path of soft kisses starting at the back of Mike’s neck, leading to the spot on his neck, just below his ear, that as she had discovered earlier, drove him nuts. When she reached that particular spot, she stopped to graze her teeth over it and, occasionally, give it a nibble.
This, along with the sensation of Harper massaging his scalp and periodically tugging his hair caused Mike to moan quietly under his breath.
“I thought I told you to relax,” Harper scolded Mike teasingly as she nuzzled her face into his tattooed neck.
“It’s kind of hard to when you’re doing that,” Mike said with a groan.
Chuckling to herself, Harper kissed his neck once more before moving around to the front of the chair. She placed one hand on her jutted out hip while her other hand went to her chin, which she tapped with her index finger, pretending to be deep in thought. “How ever will we get you to relax?”
“How about you get your ass over here?” Mike practically growled, his eyes narrowing in annoyance over the teasing Harper was dishing out.
“Well, I don’t know--” Harper squealed mid-sentence as Mike grabbed her by her hips and pulled her down to him. “You’re an impatient little bugger, aren’t you?” she asked as she straddled his hips.
“Impatient, yes. Little, no,” Mike said with a smirk before he connected their lips in a feverish kiss.
As their mouths moved against each other, their hands ran over every bit of skin they could, despite both of them being fully clothed. When Harper’s hands slipped under Mike’s shirt and ran her fingernails down his chest, he groaned once again and pulled away, coming up for air.
“Fuck...Harper,” he hummed when she repeated the action.
Still running her nails over Mike’s chest, Harper buried her face into his neck and assaulted the spot below his ear with her teeth. A string of profanities fell from Mike’s lips when she began to move her hips against his.
“Relaxed yet?” she murmured in his ear as she ran her nails down his chest one last time before her hands moved up to tangle in his hair.
Wanting to return the favor, Mike repositioned them so Harper was under him. He reached down between them and swiftly undid the button on Harper’s shorts. When he ran his index finger along the top of her panties, she tried to sit up, but he held her down with his free hand.
Harper raised both of her eyebrows challengely. “Are you seriously going to--”
When Mike slipped a finger into her, she let out a surprised gasp and her eyes fluttered shut.
“Shit, shit...shit,” she cried. When Mike added another digit, a moan slipped past her lips. “Mike!”
Desperate to hold on to something, her hands gripped Mike’s upper arms tightly.
“Ho-oly shit!” she squealed when his fingers started to move faster and deeper, brushing against her spot. “Fucking hell...”
As her back arched high off of the chair and she clenched around Mike’s fingers, Harper let out a scream. To silence the loud cry that would surely give away their current activity, Mike leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, swallowing her cry. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and gave it a good tug as she continued to whine and squirm underneath of him.
When she calmed down, she released his lip from her vice grip and fell back onto the chair. “Wow, that was... Jesus Christ, you’re good at that,” she panted with a giggle.
“So I’ve been told.” Mike smirked as he took his hand from Harper’s panties and brought his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. “You relaxed now, Harper?”
“Touchè,” she shot back while rolling her eyes. “But we run into a problem now... As much as I’d love to be able to, we can’t fuck out on someone’s porch. We both know I’m far too loud for that.” She paused to roll her eyes again when she saw the smirk that tugged at Mike’s lips at her statement. “So you can either take me back to your place for a proper shag, or we go back into the party. Your call.”
“We are definitely going back to my place.”
Mike got off of Harper and waited for her to readjust herself. She buttoned her shorts and ran her hand through her slightly mussed hair. Once she was done this, she got up from the chair and bent down to stretch her stiff limbs, giving Mike a perfect view of her ass.
“Since you tired me out, you should carry me to your car,” she suggested once she straightened back up.
“You’re kidding, right?” Mike asked with a scoff.
When Harper said nothing to affirm that she was kidding, he rolled his eyes as he got down on one knee to allow her to climb on his back.
“Oh, a piggy back ride,” Harper giggled as Mike stood back up to his full height. “How sweet of you, love.”
Mike scowled, though Harper couldn’t see it. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. This is a one time thing,” he grunted.
“Hm, we’ll see about that. Don’t you think I deserve something in return for being the best shag of your life?”
“You are getting something in return; the best fuck of your life.”
Harper scoffed, “I doubt that.”
“Is that a challenge I hear?”
Harper said nothing in return, which seemed to make Mike even more determined to prove her wrong.
“Alright, get ready to experience the best shag of your life, love,” Mike told Harper with a slight mocking tone laced in his voice.
“Despite the fact that you just mocked me - and I will be getting you back for that later - you sound rather sexy when you call a person ‘love.’ Do it more often and you’ll have panties dropping all around you.”
Mike stopped at his car and let Harper down from his back. He then opened the passenger side door for her and waited for her to get situated in her seat before closing the door.
“I already have panties dropping all around me,” he told her once he was behind the wheel.
“Not nearly as much as I do, I bet,” she shot back with a chuckle.
Mike said nothing in reply as he pulled his car out of its parking spot and onto the road. Every so often, Harper would peek at him out of the corner of her eye, and every time she did, she couldn’t help but notice the extra strong hold he had on the steering wheel and the way that his jaw was clenched tight. She then realized that her comment about having panties dropping all around her must have gotten to him.
She never understood most men’s fascination with the idea of two women sharing a sexual relationship, but the fact that she had gotten Mike so worked up over it made her laugh to herself.
“You look a bit tense, Mikey,” she observed with a devilish grin. “You okay there?”
Once again, he didn’t respond, but Harper noticed that the car started moving a bit faster.
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