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MIA ♥

My heart's hammering like a drum in my chest, and I can't tell if it's from rage or something else... 

Ethan's leaning in with that stupid smirk on his face, his breath hot against my skin, and all I can think is how much I want to slap him—or maybe pull him closer. 

God, what is wrong with me?

"Make me," he says, low and challenging, his eyes locked on mine.

I open my mouth to snap back, to tell him to get the hell out, but nothing comes out. 

Instead, my gaze drops to his lips for just a second—stupid, stupid—and when I look back up, he's got this knowing glint in his eyes. 

Like he sees right through me.

Before I can process what's happening, his hand's on my waist, firm but not rough, and he's walking me backward. 

My legs hit the edge of the bed, and I gasp as he lowers me down onto the mattress, the purple comforter bunching under me. "Ethan—what the—"

"Shh," he murmurs, his voice all gravel and heat.

He's hovering over me now, one knee between my thighs, and oh god, his free hand's sliding up the hem of my dress, pushing the fabric over my thick thighs. 

The cool air hits my skin, sending shivers racing up my spine.

I should stop him. I don't want this. 

But my body's betraying me—my nipples are already hardening against the thin fabric of my bra, begging for attention, and lower... lower, I'm soaking through my panties.

I can feel it, the damp heat building with every inch he exposes.

He knows. Somehow, he knows. 

His smirk turns into something darker, hungrier. "Look at you, Mia. All worked up. I bet you've never had anyone touch you like this, have you? Virgin Mia, reading her dirty books to get off because no one's ever made you feel it for real."

My cheeks burn hotter than the sun. "Shut up, Ethan. You don't know anything about me."

"Oh, I know enough." He leans down, his lips brushing my ear, sending a jolt straight to my core. "Horny little virgin, aren't you? So inexperienced, but so fucking eager. I could help you change that."

I whimper before I can stop it. His words are like fire, twisting something deep inside me. "Ethan..."

"But I need one thing in exchange," he says, his hand pausing on my thigh, tracing lazy circles that make my hips twitch involuntarily.

He shifts and his mouth finds my neck, kissing soft at first, then sucking—hard enough to make me arch off the bed with a gasp. 

"You teach me sciences. Tutor me. Help me pass AP Chem so I don't flunk out. If you do that, you won't need these useless books anymore. I'll give you the real thing."

His teeth graze my pulse point, and I moan, loud and needy, my hands fisting in his shirt without thinking. "Oh god—Ethan, that's—ahh—"

"What do you say, Mia?" He sucks harder, his tongue swirling over the spot, and I feel it everywhere—my nipples pebbling tighter, aching, my panties absolutely drenched now, the fabric sticking to me. 

His hand inches higher, tracing the edge of my thigh where it meets my hip, so close to where I need him. "Come on, smart girl. Say yes, and I'll make you feel better than any of those pages ever could."

I can't think. Can't breathe.

His kisses trail lower, nipping at my collarbone, and my body's on fire. "Ethan—please—"

His fingers brush over my soaked panties, just a light graze over the fabric, right where I'm throbbing, and I buck against him with a sharp gasp. "Oh fuck—yes—Ethan!"

"Is that a yes, Mia?" He presses a little harder, rubbing slow circles through the wet cotton, and I moan again, my head falling back, my thighs trembling around him.

"Yes... yes, okay? Just—don't stop—ahh!"

He chuckles against my skin, the sound vibrating through me, and then his fingers hook into the side of my panties, shifting them aside.

Cool air hits my bare, slick folds, and I whine desperately. "Good girl. That's my dirty little Mia."

Before I can beg, he thrusts a finger inside me—deep, curling just right—and I cry out, my walls clenching around him like they've been waiting for this forever. "Ethan! Oh my god—yes—fuck, that feels so good!"

He's pumping slowly at first, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts, and I'm lost. 

Moans spill out of me shamelessly. "Harder—please, Ethan—ahh, right there! Don't stop, oh god, I'm so wet for you—"

"Fuck, listen to you," he growls, adding a second finger, stretching me, filling me, and I gasp louder, my hips rocking up to meet him. 

"How the fuck are you so tight, Mia? So fucking perfect. You like that? My fingers buried in your pussy, making you moan like a little slut?"

"Yes—yes! Ethan, it feels amazing—oh fuck, I'm gonna—keep going, please!"

His mouth's back on my neck, sucking marks that'll probably show tomorrow, but I don't care. 

My nipples are so hard they hurt, rubbing against my bra with every thrust of his hand, and the pressure's building, coiling tight in my belly. 

"Come for me, Mia. Let me feel you clench around my fingers. That's it—good girl—moan for me."

I do. I moan his name over and over—"Ethan—ahh—yes—fuck, yes!"—until the world explodes, my body shaking, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I come undone on his hand.

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ETHAN ♠ 

The ride home is brutal. I can't get her face out of my mind.

Mom’s chattering the whole way about how “sweet” Mia looked tonight, how I should “take a page out of her book” and actually crack open a textbook for once. 

Dad grunts in agreement every few seconds.

I just stare out the passenger window, my jaw locked so tight my teeth ache, trying to ignore the way my dick is still half-hard and throbbing against the zipper of my jeans.

I can still feel her.

The slick heat of her pussy clenching around my fingers.  

The way she gasped my name. Her little whimpers when I curled deeper, the way her thick thighs shook and tried to snap around my hand.  

Her scent—vanilla and jasmine and pure fucking arousal—still clinging to my skin no matter how hard I scrub my hand on my thigh.

We pull into the driveway. Mom turns and smiles at me.

“Wasn’t that nice? Mia’s such a bright girl. Harvard finalist. Can you imagine? You could learn a thing or two from her, Ethan.”

I force a grunt that might pass for acknowledgment.

Dad claps me on the shoulder as we get out. “Night, kid. Don’t stay up too late playing games.”

“Yeah,” I mutter. “Night.”

>>>>

I lock my bedroom door the second I’m in.

I turn the lights off and dash to the shower. I groan the second the water hits my skin. 

My cock’s already rock-hard again, jutting up against my stomach and leaking at the tip.

I wrap my fist around it, slick with water and pre-cum, and squeeze hard.

Fuck.

Her face flashes behind my eyes.

Mia on her back, her purple dress shoved up around her hips, her panties pulled to the side, thighs spread wide for me.  

Those hazel eyes blown dark with lust, pupils eating up the color.  

Her lips parted, swollen from biting them to keep quiet while I fingered her senseless.  

The filthy, broken sounds she made. “Ethan—ahh—yes—fuck, yes!”

I stroke faster, twisting at the head, thumb swiping over the slit.

I can still hear her. The wet, obscene sounds of my fingers plunging into her tight little cunt.  

My breath hitches. My hips jerk forward into my fist.

She came so hard. She clenched around my fingers like a vice, trembling, moaning my name over and over like she couldn’t stop.  

Like I was the only thing that existed in that moment.

“Fuck—Mia—”

The word rips out of me.

I imagine pushing her legs wider, lining myself up, sinking in slow—inch by inch—until she’s gasping again, her nails digging into my shoulders as she moans in my ear.

I brace one hand on the tile, and stroke harder—faster—

“Mia—fuck—fuck—”

I come with a choked groan, my hips snapping forward as thick ropes of cum paint the shower wall, my whole body locking up.  

I slump against the tile, panting, the water still beating down on me.

Jesus Christ.

I just came harder than I have in months—maybe ever—an

d its all because of Mia fucking Harper.

The girl I’ve spent years pretending to hate.

The girl who just agreed to tutor me in exchange for me making her come again.

And again.

And again.

I turn my face into the spray, letting the water wash over me, trying to cool the fire still simmering under my skin.

This is dangerous.

This is so fucking dangerous.

What the fuck have I done?