A Sketch Away from Perfect

Until It's Done

Harper

Oh, my God! I can’t believe I just said that! I stare into the mirror in the bathroom, shocked by my own boldness.

Harper Ward would never have agreed to that proposition. And with such a dirty remark!

But then, maybe ArtIsMyLife33 would?

Somebody agreed to go home with Scott and suck his d**k. Or I at least implied I was going to.

The chicken in me thinks of backing out. Scott would be polite about it, I know. The part of me who hasn’t been with a man in the six months since I broke up with that controlling asshole Jack? That part wants to ride that big c**k I saw in the truck, right into the sunset.

I lock eyes with myself. “Who are you?” I murmur.

The door slams open, and two drunk, giggling guests come into the restroom. “Oh, my God, did you see Scott? He is still so dreamy.”

“Too bad he’s taken,” the other says.

Neither of them notice me, and I decide to keep it that way by slipping into a bathroom stall.

“Jessie says he is so good in bed. She says she’s never had anything like it before or since,” the first girl titters.

“Isn’t Jessie married?” the second girl asks.

“Yeah, she is now, but that doesn’t always mean it’s with your best lay.” The first girl is completely matter-of-fact about this. “She says his d**k is huge, and he knows what to do with it.”

The second girl gasps. “Married women shouldn’t talk like that!”

“Pfft. Whatever. Women talk, Brianna. I mean, how else are we supposed to find the best d**k?” the first woman scoffs.

“True. But Callie, if Jessie’s husband ever caught her talking like that…”

“It’d be a real s**t day for Jessie. Oh! Maybe we should tell him what she said! That would be funny.”

I don’t think it will be funny at all. I shake my head in disapproval, not that they can see it. With friends like these, does Jessie really need enemies? I don’t even know the girl, and I feel sorry for her.

“Callie, that would be really bitchy, and you know it. You’re not that drunk,” Brianna says.

I can see Callie pouting as I peek through the door. She’s reapplying her lipstick. “Fine, fine. I’ll just see if I can’t get into Scott’s pants instead.”

“His girlfriend has been gone for, like, fifteen minutes. I don’t think that’s long enough for him to lose interest.” Brianna sighs at her friend.

“We’ll see. Where do you think she went anyway?” Callie asks.

I decide enough is enough. It’s one thing to talk about Scott’s prowess in bed, but no catty young brat is creeping up on my man, rented date or not. I push open the stall door and step out. “Hi,” I say cheerfully to the two women. “You must be Callie and Brianna? Nice to meet you.” I wash my hands since they probably assume I was peeing.

Callie gapes at me like a caught fish. Brianna bites her lip, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. “Nice to meet you too… Harper, is it?” Brianna extends her hand to me.

“That’s right,” I confirm. “And I thought maybe I’d go tell Jessie what a great friend Callie is. It’s not every day you find someone with morals so low you can walk on them.”

“Wh-what?!” Callie screeches.

“Morals. M-O-R-A-L-S. It’s a set of rules a person lives by that make them a better person,” I say slowly to her as though she’s dumb. After what I’ve heard, she just might be slow on the uptake.

“You-y-you—!” Callie stutters.

Brianna puts an arm around her shoulders. Callie’s only reapplied half of her dark lipstick, and it shows. “I think you need to play with somebody more on your level,” Brianna says to Callie. “And give up on Scott.”

Callie raises her chin and flounces through the bathroom door with Brianna in her wake.

I wonder what Brianna is doing being friends with that cow, but it’s really not my business. I go back to looking at this new, bold me in the mirror.

“Yippee ki-yay, Farmer Scott.” I finally grin and go back out.

I find Scott standing near the punch bowl. He’s scolding two teenage boys and holding a flask above their heads.

“Wouldn’t be a wedding if someone didn’t try to spike the punch.” I smile at Scott.

“Yeah, well, these two little hellions aren’t getting away with it today,” he responds, frowning at his younger family members.

I step close to Scott and slide my hand over his chest and under the lapel of his jacket. “Have you made enough of an appearance? Because I want to see this organic farm of yours.”

The teenage boys smirk at each other.

Scott takes a swig, then hands them back the flask. “Have fun, boys. I’ll see you later.” He steers me over to Janet and Conner. “We’re heading out. Congratulations again!”

“Out? But we haven’t cut the cake yet!” Janet protests.

Conner clears his throat. “I think the romantic atmosphere might have convinced Harper she needs to go take a look at Scott’s… works of art.”

I blush. Scott grins.

“Works of art? What are you talking about. Scott doesn’t have any–oh!” Janet nods vigorously. “Yes, you should go.”

“Thanks for understanding.” Scott and I hug them both then head out to the truck.

The drive to his farm is blessedly short. I take off McKenzy’s shoes right as we get in the house. Scott shrugs out of his jacket and drapes it over a chair. Then, we crash into each other’s arms, all hands and lips.

He pulls down the zipper at the back of my dress and peels it away. I fumble with the buttons on his shirt and finally get it open. The expanse of his muscular chest, sculpted by hard work, greets me, and I almost salivate.

I’m not wearing a bra so when my dress drops, my n*****s harden, and Scott groans, dropping my dress to the floor, leaving me in white, lace panties and nothing else.

As he leans down to take my n****e between his lips, I know we’re not going to make it to the bedroom, and I don’t care. I unzip his pants and shove them down, along with his boxers, desire pulsing through me from where Scott’s lips and teeth are teasing me.

He lets his shirt drop from his arms and steps out of his pants and boxers. Now all our clothes are lying in a mess on the floor.

“On the couch,” he demands against my skin.

More than happy to comply, I lie down on his leather couch. The fabric is cool and sticks to my heated skin.

Scott pulls my panties off in one swift movement, tossing them aside. “Not like that,” he says. “Like this.”

He sits me upright and pulls my hips to the edge of the cushion, spreading my knees before him as he drops to his knees. I realize what he’s going to do just before it happens, and my eyes go wide with shock.

“You’re actually going to—”

“I’ve gotta suck on it until it’s done,” he replies, his blue eyes molten with lust.

“Oh, Jesus,” I whisper as Scott’s head descends between my thighs. The first brush of his tongue is like a lightning strike to my body. He sucks on my clit, occasionally pushing his tongue inside me and swirling it in a way that makes me see stars.

With my fingers tangled in his hair, I come hard against his mouth. Scott licks up my seam, tasting my pleasure.

He sits back on his heels, and I can see his c**k standing straight and proud. There’s a little pearl of c*m at the tip.

“Want me to return the favor?” I pant, licking my lips and wondering what he’s going to taste like.

“Yeah. I do. But I want to be inside you more,” he replies. “f**k. Condoms are in the bedroom…”

“If you’re clean, I have an IUD, so…” I say, my legs still splayed wide for his viewing pleasure.

Scott draws a sharp breath. “Oh, thank God.” He tugs on my hips so I slide off the couch and into his lap.

I flick my finger over the tip of his c**k and taste for myself what I’m missing out on today. “Next time?” I ask coyly.

“You’d better f*****g believe it,” he responds, his eyes wide as he watches me taste him.

I hang onto his shoulders while he lines himself up, then sink down on his big, thick d**k. I throw my head back, crying out. I’ve never had a d**k this big.

“You okay?” he asks, his hands firm on my hips.

I nod vigorously. “Better than okay,” I wheeze. He’s so big, I have to ease him in gently.

He pushes up into me while pulling down on my hips, and goes even deeper. I dig my nails into his shoulders and start to move, riding him hard and fast.

We both climax at the same time, Scott’s warm c*m shooting up inside me while my inner muscles clamp around his c**k, milking it for every drop he can give me. We collapse in a heap, much like our clothes. Sweat pours off us as we pant and lightly caress each other, coming down together.

“Scott…” I pout after a while. “I still haven’t seen your works of art.”

He bursts out laughing. “Oh, yes you have, baby. That was the closest thing I have to a Van Gough. Now, let me show you my Monet.”

And we go for a second round.

* * *

Scott

Harper’s phone blinks. We’re lying under a blanket on the carpet next to the couch. She’s asleep.

I see it’s McKenzy with a whole lot of worried emojis. I’m not even sure she put actual words in there.

The screen goes black. Then lights up again with more emojis.

I nudge Harper. “I think your friend McKenzy thinks I’m an ax murderer.”

“Hmm?” She looks around blearily then spots her phone half under the couch. “Oh, s**t. McKenzy!” She snatches her phone from under the couch and unlocks it with a swipe of her finger.

As she texts frantically back to her friend, I twirl a lock of Harper’s hair around my fingertips. It’s even softer than it looks.

“McKenzy was about to call the cops,” Harper groans, sliding her phone aside.

“Should I take you home?” I ask.

She raises an eyebrow at me, and I quickly amend, “I mean, only if you want me to. You can stay the night if you want to, and I really want to see you again. I owe you dinner, remember? You knocked it out of the park.”

Harper smiles and sits up. “I suppose McKenzy would feel better if she actually saw me. I made sort of made a promise to help clean the apartment tomorrow.”

“That sounds like more fun than a person has a right to.” I chuckle and sit up too. “I want to watch you get dressed.”

She laughs. “All right. You tell me where you threw my panties, and I’ll get the show going.”

“Oh, no,” I reply. “I’m keeping those.”

Her jaw drops. “You’re keeping my panties?”

“Just like any good Mississippi River Slasher would,” I tell her.

“Taking trophies already?”

I laugh and find her panties, handing them over to her. She takes them on and shakes her head.

I watch as she shimmies slowly into the lacy fabric. “Yep,” I observe. “I can definitely die happy now.”

Harper just as sexily slips back into her dress. She turns and bats her lashes at me. “Zip me up?”

I stand and put on my boxers before I zip up Harper’s dress. Her smile when she turns to look at me makes my heart skip a beat.

Shit. I’m in so much trouble.