He was absolutely astonishing, from the highest curl on his head to the lowest crevice of his foot. His abdomen was covered with tattoos, accompanied by distinct outlines of his abs and V-line. His hip bones were prominent, matching with everything else. He wasn't as built as Liam, but he was god damn gorgeous.
My mouth was immediately filled as he came towards me, attempting to shove his whole length in. It hit the back of my throat, causing a grunt to escape my teeming lips. As much as I hated to admit it, he tasted amazing. He continue to thrust into me, then out, then in, causing him the pleasure he was looking for.
I noticed that Liam had stopped what he was doing, so when I took a break to look at him, I noticed that he was already undressed, preparing to get the satisfaction he was craving. I turned back to Harry, immediately meeting his head with my lips, beginning to work up and down on his shaft, licking it slightly with my tongue forcing an umphhhh out of his drunk mouth.
As I hit the base of his length, I suddenly felt Liam shove into me, no warning at all. I immediately began to choke, coughing onto Harry. He looked down and laughed at me, "Whattttt, you've never hadddddd a threeesomeeeeee?" he asked, making his inferences. I pulled back from him, looking up to meet his stare, "Obviously not dickhead." My tone was harsh, in hopes that he would get the hint to just get back into me.
Liam continued to dive right into me, forcing his entire shaft into me, making me wince every time it hit the top. I opened my lips and began on Harry again, still releasing little moans onto him. Liam went from slow to fast and then back to slow, making me realize how close my end really was.
One more push and I was done for, and he definitely made it worth it. His hands around my waste, he pulled out, crashing into me once more before my insides were all over him for the second time tonight. Harry removed himself from me, watching in interest as I grumbled out in indulgence. He looked to Liam, a smirk appearing on his face. "Wanna switch?" he asked, looking between me and Liam. "Oh yea mannnn that'd be greatttt," Liam responded, literally slurring every single word. He was so lost.
They traded places, Liam now standing in front of me as I felt Harry's weight as he got on top of the bed. Liam bent down and kissed me, whispering, "I'm soooo happyyyyyy." I've never seen him this drunk, and I never want to again. As Liam was getting up to start again, Harry thrusted his whole dick into me, making me wince. Although smaller than Liam's, he still made a huge impact.
There was no slow-to-fast pace with him. He immediately placed his hands on my hips, pulling away from me and back in, like tsunami waves flooding a village. The pain crossed the fine line that differentiated it from pleasure, making moans escape through the small amount of breathes I took while working with Liam.
Liam took only another five strokes of my lips before he exploded, his insides being splattering all over my face. He wailed, the explosion obviously effecting him. Harry was still crashing into me, faster and faster each time. He was only moments away from reaching his goal, and he planned to make every last second count.
As he continued, I saw Liam slide the last of his clothes on as he looked at me and whispered, very drunkily, "I'm going to go get anoottherrr drinkkkkk," and he slipped out of the door. The moment the handle clicked back into place, Harry cackled, saying "You're all mine now," in the most sinister voice I had ever heard.
Although I was scared, I let him endure what he had worked so hard to come to, literally. His movements became much more violent, mimicking those of a rapist and not someone who is generally enjoying what he is doing.
I began to shake and moan, scared of how far Styles was taking this. His hand slid up my body from waist to my hair, where he intensely grabbed on like a rider of a horse, pulling my head slightly up. "Are you enjoying this ride little pony?" I moaned again. "Yeah, you better be." Since when was he so demanding?
After several more minutes of torturous pleasure, he finally came to end, pulling out just fast enough to explode all over my stomach. The outcome of tonight left me numb, feeling like a vegetable. Harry lied down next to me, pulling my body into his roughly.
"I told you I get what I want," he said, his voice shocking me through the dead silence that had now fallen into the bedroom. It felt like the two of us were in a completely different world, one where there weren't over a hundred people just feet below us. How did this happen?
I looked at the clock, 12:45. Shit. I needed to text my mom that I was just going to stay the night at Chelsea's. I grabbed my phone, and as I slid to unlock it, I noticed an unread message had arrived from Liam. "Made a nekw frienld, cahtcng a riade wit hiiiim", it read. God, never am I EVER letting him drink again. Wait...my ride was gone.
I looked over at Harry, who seemed quite infatuated with the walls that surrounded him. "Um....my ride kinda already left," I told him, adverting his attention to me. "What the fuck do you want me to do about that?" he asked, his harsh tone making me shiver. "Can I stay here?" I feared him more than anyone else, but I couldn't possibly find a way home. Besides, my mom already thinks I'm at Chelsea's, and Harry nor I were in any position to engage in any more "fun" activities tonight.
He just stared at me, his bloodshot eyes staring deep into my soul, probably unvealing my darkest secerets without my awareness. and that was the last thing I saw before I disappeared into a blanket of darkness.
Chapter 5
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