Rich H.S

Part 2

The two of you cleaned up the table and dishes together while Harry jumped into another story, pretending like he hadn't just talked about fucking you silly. It was a welcome distraction and gave you something to think about other than what just happened, but you could barely concentrate on what he was saying.

You were still unbearably wet between your thighs, and it was killing you. You knew if you put your fingers there, they'd be dripping. Fuck, at this point Harry could slip his cock right in you without any prep and it wouldn't even hurt.

You would've loved the burn, anyway. Honesty, you hadn't been fucked for a while and you craved the feeling of a big dick stretching you and making you ache, Harry's big dick specifically.

"What are you thinking about, y/n?" Harry asked, scratching Archie's ear and looking at you from his spot on the couch. He was sitting with his back against the arm rest, Archie laying between his legs with his chin on his thigh. You were sitting the same opposite him, your legs crossed in front of you.

"Nothing" you shrugged, biting down on your lip.

You couldn't help but feel impatient now. He had been dragging it out since dinner, telling you all these stories, making you ice cream and moving it to the couch where Archie was laying between you two and being the ultimate cock block. You had sobered up already and if he didn't fuck you soon you were going to leave and text your old hook-up or take care of things yourself.

"Liar" he smirked, "c'mon, tell me the truth. Close your eyes if it makes it easier. I know how nervous you get when I look at you. Your cheeks are already turning red" he cocked his head, almost daring you to finally speak your mind.

You tried to disprove his comment by controlling the heat in your face at the way he was looking at you, but he told the truth, and you couldn't help but blush. Your next words didn't help the situation either.

"I'm thinking that this is a waste of time and I'm better off finding someone else to fuck me if you won't. I'm sober, so are you. So are you going to fuck me or not?" You didn't sound the least bit confident in how you spoke, but Harry's brows still rose quickly in surprise.

"Go to bed Archie" he told him, not taking his eyes off you as he played with his lips with his ringed fingers. Archie followed the command immediately, grabbing his toy in his mouth and trotting off to his dog bed upstairs. "They were some big words for someone so shy..." he commented, looking you up and down while tapping his fingers along the back of the couch. He let out a small hum like he was debating his words before he spoke again, "You know what... you want me to fuck you? Prove it"

You weren't going to miss this opportunity when you were so goddamn horny you could cry. So you nodded and got off the couch, moving so you were standing right in front of him. Harry shifted so he was sitting facing you, his legs widened so you could step between them.

Harry sat there relaxed and with no readable expression on his face, his arms wide on the back of the couch. You knew he had been staring at your body all day, and you were still wearing your bikini under the sheer material of your shirt. You began to unbutton the shirt slowly to expose more and more of your skin.

His gaze darkened onto your body, and you could feel goosebumps rise all over your skin. You maintained eye contact with him as you finally let the shirt drop from your shoulders, leaving you standing there in a bikini that barely covered anything. It was one you basically only used for tanning, stringy and minimal for the smallest tan lines possible.

You didn't wear it for Harry, but you were glad you chose it for today. The way he looked at you sent heat all over your body, and you loved it.