Always

Chapter 80

His lips kiss mine, harder and harder. Making me feel his affection even more. My lips trail to his neck sucking his skin hard, leaving little red marks. He moans into my ear and I suck harder. I pull on his hair and he pulls me up on his waist, grabbing my butt keeping me afloat.

His lips suck on my neck as he lays me down on my back on the un made bed. Me shirt comes lifting off my skin, as his eyes go wide seeing me in a plain black sorts bra. He lifts it over my head, struggling cause it's tight. His head dips down to my Brest sucking, leaving red bumps every time.

My hands go to the hem of his pattern red shirt and pull it over his body, showing his bare skin. I gaze over his tattoos, watching as they rotate and shift from each move he makes. As he sucks harder and harder my fingers claw on his back, I can tell he loves it as much as me buy moaning my name.

He slides my soccer shorts down my legs and unties my spikes, forgetting I still have these on. He pulls them off my feet, making me feel like Cinderella just taking the shoe off.

He leaves my sock and shin guards on, my shorts fall to the floor, as well as my panties. My feet rest on the floor as Harry pushes his finger in and out of me. My hands are clawed at the back of his neck, keeping my eyes focused on Harry as he is leaned over me with his finger inside of me. He kisses me, with every kiss fulfilled with full bliss and affection. He bites the bottom of my ear and I call out his name, forgetting where in a hotel.

His head dips down between my legs. His tongue goes in a sloping motion making me cum closer and closer. My back begins to rise off the bed from the fire in the pit of my stomach. My body is on fire with his touch down their. My toes curl as my legs begin to shake. I come undone, Harry's tongue sucks it all up, a smile is on his face as he comes up. His eyes take over my body cursing at my curves.

"So sexy." He curses with his fingers on his lips.

He sits up and yanks his brown boots off his feet before throwing them on the messy floor. I almost feel tempted to get up and clean, but I would rather lay here in bed with Harry. His black skinny jeans come off leaving him in only his breifs. I bite my lips, looking at Harry crotch.

"Stop staring Emily." He tells me, already knowing that I have my eyes on it. I laugh at how well he knows me, and knows that I would be looking.

He lays in bed next to me turning his head to look at me.

"I have practice, sadly." I say wishing I had this night to spend with Harry.

"Fuck, can't you just say your sick?" He asks me, I watch as his lips move when he speaks. It warms my heart just watching what he does.

''I would, but when I skipped the game for the memorial coach made us do so many sprints to a point people started getting sick. Also, she knows that your here. She told me you can stay, cause we can have a guest." I explain to Harry.

"That's insane, you should have just told here you had a memorial. She would have known not to do anything, cause it involves death. Anyway, the excuse for being sick is well over played." He says shrugging his shoulders.

"I know, I just didn't want to chance her asking questions or telling someone on the team.'' I tell him, wanting to keep his family business to himself.

"Awh, your too sweet." He says sarcastically sticking his tongue out at me. I find my practice uniform in my suitcase before changing into it.

"Shut up, I'm serious. She doesn't know me well enough to not ask questions in front of the team. The team wouldn't care but you never now if they go off saying stuff." I say to him.

He stays quiet and sits their watching me change like some stalker. "Stop watching me change, your creeping me out." I laugh at him as he bites his lip with his eyes racking my body.

"I'll be right back." I say to him, making sure he stays their. I don't know if coach wants us wearing spikes or our gym shoes. Maybe their gym has turf, it probably wont but just to make sure.

"Hey do we wear gym shoes to this?" I ask her as I see her laying on her bed reading a magazine, not even ignologing practice.

"Yeah!" She shouts to me and I thank her before leaving to go back to Harry.

He's sitting in the same position that I left him in. I search through my bag and pull out my light blue Nike gym shoes. I tie them on tight.

. . .

"Harry, stop I need to leave." I say to him trying to pull his arms off me. He tried to pull me back into bed with him.

"Don't go." He says laughing, I turn my head and see his beautiful smile. My eyes go to his dimple, still so perfect.

"Harry trust me, I want to stay." I tell him after he finally let's go of me.

"Then do it, stay. Tell her something big came up and you had no choice to stay." He makes excuses.

"I can't risk it, I already suck at lying. I hate lying, Harry. I can't keep lying. Not for something like wanting to stay here, when I'm in California for soccer." I explain to him in a low voice. I swing my bag on my back, as he plops back into the bed.

"Okay, how longs your practice?" He asks me.

"Two hours." I awnser his question.

"What the hell, two fucking hours. That's insane." He lets out and I nod.

"I know, I can't do anything about it though." I say before I hear a knock on the door before Julia comes in.

"Holy fuck, you have a guest. What the fuck is Harry doing here, he wasn't on the plane. Shit you guys were probably fucking each other. What the hell, you didn't even tell me." Julia blurts out and Harry laughs at her asumsions.

"No, we wern't, and being the pshyco he is he just showed up. But it was cute." I explain to her.

"Okay whatever, we have to go." She says and I tell Harry goodbye before leaving with Julia.

"Why didn't you tell me he came?" She asks me. "When did he come?" She asks more questions.

"Their was no time to tell you, I came back from the game and he was in my room." I awnser her questions, as we walk into the elevator.

. . .

When I walk back into the hotel room, I see Harry a sleep in the bed. He only has his breifs on, his face his turned the opposite way, making his perfect jaw line pop out.

I give him a kiss on the fore head and stroke his hair back, his breathing quickens. I stop not wanting to wake him. I quietly undress and turn on the shower. I wash my sweaty body, losening each muscle.

"Emily?" Harry calls out my name, his voice is raspy, because he just woke up.

"Yeah?" I say back taking my conditioner out.

"When did you get back?" He asks walking into the bathroom. I open the shower curtain seeing his face.

"About five minutes ago." I say to him, his elbow rest on the white counter his left leg is bent to the side.

"You know, I'm feeling pretty dirty maybe I should take a shower?" He says being funny before taking off his briefs and getting in the hot shower with me. I laugh into his ear, before wrapping my arms around him and kissing his lips hard.

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