He slammed through the door, causing me to jump at the loud noise that came from his contact with the metal. The silver contraption wasn't far, but at the pace we were basically running at, I was out of breath when we finally reached it.
His hand left my wrist when we had to split to go to our different sides of the car. I opened the car door, sliding my slim figure into the colossal leather seat that swallowed my body. He banged his door shut, cranking the car and pulling the clutch into reverse. The tires spun so fast that a loud squeak escaped from the friction between the road and the rubber. My body went back in response and my eyes grew wide in disbelief. Why is he in such a hurry?
His expression seemed intense, and full of anger.The eyebrows that were placed on his face were scrunched up to the middle of his forehead causing creases to form. His knuckles a ghastly white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. He began mumbling something so faint I could barely hear it. They were mere whispers coming from his lips and I tried reading it as well as I could. I began to feel petrified, my body turned on to the scared, whimpy state whenever something freaked me out. What if he's a complete weirdo? We were on a one-way road and it seemed like there was absolutely no sign of civilization around.
"Ugh... Harry?" I questioned, afraid of his response. Out of no where, it seemed like something inside Harry bursted. Like an atom bomb, as soon as the two atoms touched he exploded.
"I NEED IT," he screamed, slamming his hands back and forth on the steering wheel, suddenly turning dramatically to the right making, my whole body stick to the side of the car. He began driving down a dirt road, and by then I felt like I was about to pass out.
"Harry, what are you doing!" I yelled back, hoping to get some sense into him making the wrong decision. "Stop, Harry, stop!" I repeated. He then looked at me, sweeping his eyes up and down my body. With that he began to accelerate, going at least 10 mph more.
"I fucking need you." He said. I had never heard him speak in such a low tone before. His voice was hoarse and deep, adding to the darkness that I was accustomed to. I was physically scared for my life. My body began to shake uncontrollably, numbing every part of me, especially my brain which can only think of one thing: what was he about to do to me? Well, I was about to find out.
Harry finally pulled into a secluded area, a field of open space surrounded by tall pine trees. I felt stranded, like no matter how hard I'd try to escape, I would end up being lost into oblivion. So I just sat there waiting for how Harry reacted, fearful of the near future. I took no time in finally realizing what he wanted from me. He pushed the gear into park and within seconds had sliped his slim figure into my seat, squishing my small thigh against the door.
He picked my feet up, fumbling with the straps before removing my shoes and throwing them to the back of the car. His fingers traced up my legs, making their way under my jean's button, undoing it to only pull them down and have them disappear. The long, rough skin of his digits raced up-and-down the inside of my thigh, while his other hand snaked it's way behind my neck and under my hair to turn my head towards his, our lips meeting in the middle.
His tongue made it's way to mine faster than the speed of light. Mine rejected his at first, making me sick to my stomach to think of how wrong this was. But if only it hadn't felt so right.
After mere seconds of hesitation, I had decided that what Liam didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? Me and Harry could continue with little things like this, as long as it stayed strictly to pleasure and we didn't develop feelings, which would be pretty easy considering how much of a dick he is.
I pushed my current thoughts to the back of my mind, focusing on pleasing Harry, but it seemed he wanted to please me. He gripped the sides of my panties in his hand, yanking each side down separately until they were on the floor. Without any signs or warnings, he immediately began to play with my clit, causing a burning sensation to fire throughout me, and the only way to put it out was him.
He rubbed in circles, the calluses on his hands only aiding the way he was making me feel. Our lips only disconnected when I moaned, a smile appearing on his face every time the sweet music of my pleasure hit his ears.
He thrusted his fingers inside of me, the sudden feeling of warmth entering my core causing yet another moan to escape my busy lips, this one lasting longer than the rest. I went in to continue our never-ending makeout session, but Harry had already let his lips feast on my neck.
My head rolled back, my eyes closing. The only thing I could feel was the two, long fingers that were being jammed inside me faster and faster, his thumb continuing to rub against my clit to make my ending come faster.
I felt his hot breath against the veins along my neck. His lips traveled up to my ear, whispering, "I fucking need you," before nibbling onto my lobe. I couldn't respond, my heart racing and my breathing heavy. I was almost at my end.
"I need you too," I said, followed by a loud moan and an arched back. I had finally hit my high. My insides exploded all over his hand, which had been removed. I opened my eyes to see him sitting there, sucking on his fingers like lollipops. When he had finished, he looked at me, evil in his eyes, "You taste great baby."
My phone vibrated in the cup-holder that I had placed it in, but I was in no position to reach for it. I carried my eyes up from the back of my phone to Harry's stunning face, which had a sly smirk on it. His luscious lips crashed into mine once again, before turning away, his body sliding back over the center console it had just crossed minutes ago.
He grabbed the clutch again, pushing it into drive and navigating us out of the secluded area and back onto the main road. I grabbed my lace underwear from the floor, my feet going through the holes before I pulled them up.
My pants were in the back seat, so I turned my body over the armrest to get it. But just as I did, Harry turned the car into a sharp 90-degree angle, causing my body to sort-of topple over onto his. He looked down at me, before angrily demanding for me to "leave him alone" and that "now was not the time". He was pretty fucking angry for someone who just got what he so desperately needed.
I managed to get off of him, finding my pants and shoes and returning them to the proper body parts to which they belonged. The rest of the car ride was quite awkward, although Harry acted as if nothing had ever happened. He continued to listen to his god awful music and focus on the road, not looking at me once. What. The. Fuck?
We pulled in front of my house. I had convinced him not to pull into the driveway so my mom wouldn't see that it was him and not Liam or Chelsea. I grabbed my purse from beneath me and my phone from the cup-holder, and headed out of the door, when I felt a tug on the back of my shirt.
I turned around to look back at him. He had that same snarky smirk plastered upon his face. "Thanks for giving me my daily dose," he said, "Now get out." I rolled my eyes and giggled, thinking he was kidding. But his demonically perfect face had never turned heavenly, so I continued out, shutting the door behind me.
As I walked up the driveway, I checked my phone. Eight missed calls from Liam, shit. I began to unlock the phone to return his messages, but as soon as I reached my hand to push the heavy wood forward, It swung open for me, my body froze in it's place. I didn't need to call him back.
He was right there.
Chapter 6
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