Never Gonna Quit It [h.s.]

Chapter Five:

He stopped, "Such a dirty girl."

Scarletts breathing was heavy against him, "Only for you."

Harry lifted her up by her thighs and she clung to him, marking his neck as he carried her to the bedroom.

Her back hit the soft mattress and his hands moved to caress her legs as he kissed her, tugging at her lip ring lightly.

She moaned into his mouth when his hands met with the area that she wanted him in the most and he smiled against her lips.

His lips moved to her ear, "You like it when I touch you there, don't you Scarlett?"

She arched her body to try and push him further, "Mmmm I do."
"What do you want me to do to you baby?"

Scarlett groaned; she was tired of the teasing.

"I want you to fuck me."

Harry bent to kiss up her thighs and cheekily responded, "With what?"

"Everything."

He didn't answer with words as his lips met her center, sucking lightly causing her to throw her head back in pleasure.

After a while of pleasuring her with his mouth alone he took it up a notch and entered two fingers inside her warmth.

"Harry..."

He hummed in response which he knew added to her pleasure.

Her hands fisted the sheets as he got her off, loud moans falling from her lips.

He held her legs down as she squirmed under him, eyes closing tightly together as she reached her orgasm.

She was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly with each intake of air.

"How...are you...so..good at that?"

Harry noticed the vodka bottle on the bedside table and retrieved it only to take a long swig and then offer it to her.

Scarlett happily obliged, taking a couple because he liked her that way and she liked how it felt to be drunk.

"Lots of practice baby. Not to mention, you're very responsive."

Scarlett set the bottle down and shrugged, "You're a great sex partner, kind of hard not to be."

Harry lowered himself so that his skin was grazing hers, "Speaking of, we aren't finished yet."

He peppered kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and over and around her breasts and she closed her eyes, enjoying each little peck.

"Don't plan on walking tomorrow baby, I'm going to fuck you so well that you won't feel your legs for at least three days."

Scarlett grinned, "I'll hold you to that promise, Styles."

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"Fuck. You weren't kidding." Scarlett spoke, out of breath and well beyond satisfied.

Harry's fingers skimmed lightly over the exposed skin of her stomach, tracing invisible patterns in her skin, "You know I don't kid around when it comes to sex baby."

"Stop calling me baby."

She lit a cigarette only to have it taken away in moments.

Harry blew a plume of smoke in the air and smiled, "Just what I needed."

Scarlett rolled her eyes and reclaimed the stick of nicotine, "Get your own then."

He falsely pouted, "Aw, you're no fun."

He moved to kiss her neck and stole the cigarette once more, his signature smirk playing at his lips, he absolutely adored the looks she gave him when he messed with her.

Scarlett gave up and just lit another one, flicking him off as she did so.

There was a moment of comfortable silence before Harry spoke, "Have you ever thought about getting your nipples pierced?"

She made a face and put out her cigarette, "No."

It now made more sense why he was intently staring at her breasts for those few minutes of silence, the fucking weirdo.

"You should. They'd be hot as hell on you, not to mention the added play time in the bedroom."

She shook her head, "No way in hell. Nice try though."

"I don't see why not, you're hot and already have a few. Not to mention that they say it adds to the pleasure."

Scarlett smirked, "Alright. I will if you get your dick pierced."

His jaw tightened, "Hell no."

"There you go. Argument resolved."

Harry rolled on his side, "There's gotta be some way that I can convince you."

Scarlett thought about it for a moment, "There is one thing that I've wanted to try, but not alone and only once..."

His fingers trailed lightly up her stomach, "What would that be?"

"Shrooms. Try them with me and I'll give it a try."

Harry hesitated in his answer, "You're sure? I mean, not every experience is great..."

Scarlett shrugged, "I'm aware but I still want to do it. So will you do them with me or not?"

"Yeah, yeah I will."

She smiled and asked, "So, what's your fascination with my boobs about anyway?"

In answer, he moved to straddle her, placing his hands over her breasts and squeezing lightly, "They're perfect, that's why. And to be honest, I'm more of a boob guy."

She smiled and rolled her eyes at his answer, "I never would have guessed."

"Don't get snippy with me baby, you need me to help you while you can't walk."

He kissed her lips softly before he disappeared to the kitchen and, for the third time in the day, she wondered if keeping this up was such a good idea.