Kissy |HS|

Ch. 8

Harry let out a deep breath and gulped down the rest of his drink. I continued to drink mine at a slow pace, clearly able to ignore Avery's pushy ways, even though drinking any kind of hard alcohol in slow doses was more torturous.

"So Harry, do you plan on staying tonight?" Avery queried as she helped herself to another glass.

My eyes darted to Harry, who was giving thought to the question. "I suppose I will considering I've had drinks. I'm not too fond of being intoxicated behind the wheel, no matter the amount." He claimed reasonably, then smirked as he turned to me.

I blushed, pressing my lips to a thin line and refraining a smile. Man what I would give to make the time go faster. 

Avery hummed and refilled our glasses, more than what I had divvied out. I swear she'd be the leading cause of alcohol poisoning if she really set her mind to it.

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We ended up stretching the time out more, deciding to watch a movie of Avery's choice, only because it was her idea. I sat cuddled up into Harry's side, his arm around me and his legs rested on top of the coffee table. Avery was curled up in the lazy boy chair, looking as though she was dozing off every five minutes.

I was mentally trying to convince her to go to bed, but no matter how loud I shouted in my head or how intensely I stared at her, she didn't get it.

Finally, the sex gods shined upon us answering my prayers, and Avery fell asleep.

I could run victory laps for days. 

I felt Harry shift slightly, bringing his other hand to my thigh. I looked up at him, but his eyes were still focused on the tv. The pad of his thumb rubbed small circles against my skin, inching higher up my leg.

My eyes averted to Avery, checking to make sure she was still asleep. Sure enough she was out like a light. I decided to take part in the action.

I made myself comfortable, throwing my legs over his making it easier for both of us to reach our points. I turned my body and pressed my lips gently to his jaw, his four week stubble pricking my skin. I bit my lip and smiled as he cleared his throat, to which I continued.

The more I trailed down his neck, the more his head turned granting me extra access to the area. He became flustered immediately, his mouth parting as to let out short breaths, no matter how much he attempted to conceal it. I brought my lips to his, slowly pulling him in, his attention now fully on me. The reflection of the tv made his eyes glisten. I bit my lip and quickly pulled him to me, kissing him with so much desire that subtleness was out of the question.

He kissed back matching my predilection. I pushed myself up to straddle his waist without disrupting the heated kiss. With ease he stood, holding me up by my legs. Harry made his way to my room, breaking away only to let out deep breaths.

The closer we got to confidentiality the more rough he became. He pressed me against a wall, no space between us whatsoever. Everything in my body became hungrier for him, our kiss growing, both our tongues battling for dominance. He pressed himself against me, the hardness of his bulge prominent through his pants and my thin t-shirt material. It turned me on more just to feel him.

He set me down, to which I pulled him into my room, grasping his shirt to make sure I didn't lose him in the dark. He shut my door and locked it, quick to reconnect us. With each step a piece of our clothing came off. I became distracted, admiring my vision of perfection, standing before me. He was carved beautifully, and the tattoos only made him more irresistable. He was the equivalent to an amazing art piece.

I brought him to lay with me, and with ease, he placed himself between my legs and hovered over my half nude body. His eyes never left mine, and for a brief moment, he only stared at me. I couldn't pin point his thoughts, but I heard the gears turning inside his head.

"You're very beautiful, you know that?" He questioned rhetorically, his fingers gliding across my face to sweep away any stray hairs.

I couldn't help but smile at his random sweetness. "So I've heard."

He mirrored a grin, his dimples becoming extremely visible. I swear my heart lept out of my chest, this man will be my cause of death.

He leaned in, and with centimeters to spare, our attention quickly snapped towards my door, which I swear I heard knocking.

Silence filled the air, the only sound was the late night LA traffic from outside.

"Hey- I'm going to bed. If you're asleep, cool. If you're awake- then rock on, make those damn babies!"

I groaned and rubbed my face as her footsteps grew more faint.

I apologised to Harry, but mostly myself. He chuckled and planted a kiss to my lips. "Well, I suppose we should get back to makin those damn babies."