Chapter Seventy One
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Harry's eyes fell down to the buttons on my dress then planted his cold fingertip against my goosebump filled chest. I inhaled a sharp breath as he allowed that simple pad of his finger to run along the bare skin, evidently noticing what it was doing to me. My blood rushed though my veins and the anticipation was high, but I'm smart enough to know sexual encounters in a public area wasn't the best idea.
"Harry... we can't," I whispered, grabbing his hand and removing it from my skin.
His eyes met mine again. "Come on... allow me to, baby. Just for five minutes... you know that's all I really need."
I smiled, rolling my eyes. "I'm not getting in trouble over you, Harry. We're at a park— near children, at that."
Harry glanced over at the playground. "We're so far from it, though."
I ignored him and returned back to the blanket that lied on the grass and took a seat. I completely acted oblivious towards the handsome man who still stood besides me momentarily before realizing how serious I was about not getting into any trouble. Harry's so damn daring that he's always willing to do the wildest things and I could never be that type of person even if I tried.
We ate and chatted about random things like we always do. He told me about his mother's recipes and how when she passed away, he and Gemma fought over who was going to keep it which he ended up winning because he used him being the youngest an excuse. I found it hilarious, but pissed him off when I told him that I agreed that Gemma should've gotten it instead.
He then asked me about my mother and I's relationship while I was growing up, which surprised me that he'd ask such a thing. I wanted to question it, of course, but I assumed he only asked because we were already on the mother topic.
I went all the way back to the age of seven because that's all I could truthfully remember. Things were so much better for me at that time because my mother appeared to be more happier and appreciative of me, her husband and her life in general. There wasn't much to explain because he came around once things started to change, so...
When we finished eating, Harry and I took all of our things after deciding to go by the lake and enjoy the sight of the water and the weather that we were blessed with for the day. It's been depressing since the weather can't make up it's mind and figure out whether it wants to be warm, hot or cold. Most of the time it's cold and rainy, though.
"I love this dress on you," Harry admitted, planting his hand on my thigh. A light smirk grew on my lips, I knew he was only saying that because he picked it out and additionally, he's trying to sweet talk me into letting him eat me out in public.
"You're not slick," I told him, knowingly. "It's not happening, Harry."
"But why? You love doing crazy shit like this!"
"Um, since when?" I laughed. "Every time you've done it was at times where I couldn't even fight you about it. Don't think I forgot about the time where you ate me out at church and fingered me under the table during dinner with pastor Styles, my mom, the man who I thought was my father, your sister, Lauren—"
"Okay, I get it." He raised his hands. "But if you can do it at a church... you can do it here, too. God is already upset with the both of us, so."
"You don't know how many sleepless nights of repenting I went through after that," I shook my head and sighed. "I'm very disappointed in myself."
"No need to be... we're human," Harry shrugged it off as he reached for his bottled water and chugged half of it down after getting the cap open. "You know... I can really have you right now, but I'm choosing to be kind and actually accept your wishes."
"Thank you," I bowed my head.
"Mhm..." Harry replied as he drank his water, his eyes resting on me.
Once he removed the bottle from his lips, he released a satisfying moan as he closed the cap. His lips glistened under the beaming sun, giving me so many images in my mind of him tasting me. His mouth always ended up being coated with my own juices from my core like chapstick, and man, it messes with me every time.
"Can you not do that?" I asked of him, following with a groan. "You know what you're trying to do..."
"I don't know what you're talking about, darling."
Lifting his behind off the ground, he dug in his back pocket for something until it was retrieved in his hands. My lips parted when my eyes landed on the green bandana, feeling my insides fume with heat. He knew that bandana was going to be the ending of it all, which is why he pulled it out. But I won't break. I can't.
After getting it wrapped around his head, pushing some of his curls back, he passed me a innocent smile before reaching inside of the basket and getting an orange. What are you planning now, Styles? Instead of peeling it or cutting it apart, he dug his tiny thumb nails into it then in one swift motion with the use of his muscles, Harry was able to break it apart in two.
"Would you like the other half?" Harry offered, extending his damp hand out in my direction.
My gaze flickered up from him to the orange, watching the juice drip down his captivating fingers that I've adored so much. His hands were strong and always looked nice— almost never rough and his cuticles stayed on point. I wanted them in me oh-so desperately, but I have to wait until we get to the car or back to Gemma's.
How about we just go now?
"Harry, if you want to do it we can just go to the car or—"
"So you do want me to fuck you with my fingers and nibble on that beautiful clit of yours, correct?"
I inhaled a shaky breath then allowed my head to hang down. His vulgar description killed me and he's doing it all on purpose. I turned my head to gaze around the area, seeing no one in sight before checking out the parking lot that seemed so damn far from where we sat.
"Give me your phone," I demanded with my hand out, raising my head to gaze into his eyes.
Harry's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "For why?"
"Do you want to eat me out or not?"
"But what does my phone have to do..."
"You have five seconds to hand it to me... five," I began.
He growled under his breath. "Shit, alright. Slow your roll." Harry reached for his cellular device in his pocket then pulled it out, slapping it onto my hand.
Flipping the phone around, I pressed the power button then unlocked it. My finger swiped a few times before I found the clock icon and set a timer for five minutes, like he said. I smirked to myself then threw the phone to the side, feeling accomplished and jittery about what was about to come next.
I looked behind me to make sure my head landed on the blanket still when I laid back and parted my legs for Harry. His confusion grew towards my sudden actions, so he couldn't help but glance at his phone, his eyes widening when he noticed the timer already going on his phone, stating that he now only had almost just three minutes.
"What you waiting for?" I passed him a wink and he couldn't help but smirk as he shook his head in astonishment.
Harry then hovered over my body and leaned down to press light kisses against my lips, running his fingertips along the side of my inner thighs. His lips found themselves dropping to my chin, chest then down my clothed stomach. I bit my lip as he hooked his arm around my left leg, his face slowly disappearing underneath my dress but still held strong eye contact with me.
Using his free hand, he pushed my underwear to the side, revealing my core that I knew was drenched by everything he was doing to tease me. Harry moaned to himself then wasted no time planting his plump lips on my core. He lightly kissed the area before I felt his tongue slide through my folds, causing a low moan to escape my lips.
My walls tightened around his tongue, feeling it move in and out, side to side. Fuck, I love when he does that. His other hand massaged my inner thigh still as he worked against me, nibbling on my clit with his teeth without over doing it and hurting me— just making my body shutter and knees weak.
I cried out his name repeatedly, but tried my best to keep my voice low. This was the main reason why I hated doing things in areas where we could get caught although the sneakiness does excite me and make the sex or in this case, oral sex more interesting.
I drew my hand down to Harry's hair, tugging at the hair while trying to still keep his face buried between my legs. I separated my thighs more, wanting to feel his tongue swipe every valley beneath me. But that became my least worries instantly when Harry captured my clit in between his lips, sucking and lightly biting it— sending a wave of pleasure across my body.
His movements were fast and sloppy, eager to get me to come under five minutes. His warm salvia created more slickness and access when he came to his fingers entering my core, hooking them inside of me. He started off slow to expand my walls and bring me comfort before speeding up. After every thrust, the tip of his finger banged against my g-spot, causing my hips to yelp and my thighs to tighten around his face.
"H-Harry..." I whimpered, closing my eyes tightly and arching my back.
I felt sudden emptiness when he parted away from my lips, giving me the chance to release the heavy breath that I didn't realize was being held captive. His arm unhooked from around my thigh, leading me to believe that he was done with me. But man, how dumbfounded could I be to believe that?
His hand reached towards the side of him, where his messy plate with two half's of an orange rested. A smirk curled upon his lips as he picked one half of the orange before wrapping his arm around my thigh again and glancing up at me. It was now my turn to be confused.
The dripping half of the orange raised in the air, rolling down Harry's arm beautifully before small droplets started to fall on my dress which I didn't mind. I raised an eyebrow at him then glanced at the orange again, witnessing it crush after one squeeze Harry gave it. It all started to make sense when I felt the liquid hit my core, drenching it with sweet vitamin C.
Abruptly, Harry's face disappeared under my dress again and began to do wonders for the second time. By this time, I knew there were only a small amount of time left on the timer but I had a strong feeling that Harry had the ability to make me come any second. He knew my body so damn well that he never could disappoint me, even on a bad day.
Sliding his two fingers inside of me, I gasped as his mouth focused on my clit while fingering me fairly quickly, quicker than he was doing before. My toes started to curl as tingles erupted at the tips of them and I knew that my orgasm was at it's fucking peak, especially when his eyes landed on me again.
His tongue worked in circles and his nose rubbed against my clit, making back arch until I felt my spine crack. I gripped at his hair viciously then lifted myself up on my single forearm to get a better view of what he was doing to me. His nose glistened along with his lips under the sun that was slowly beginning to set.
He looked angelic, ultimately fucking perfect.
My lips parted and my head tossed back, feeling my walls clench around his fingers and my muscles tightening like knots, along with my abdomen. Simply looking at him use his mouth as a form of pleasure whilst keeping strong eye contact with those alluring green eyes made my toes tingle and curl up.
Instead of thrusting his fingers, Harry paused and kept both his index and middle inside then parted his lips away from my core. A smirk grew on his lips and crinkles formed by his hooded eyes as he lifted his body towards me. "What are you— fuck."
His fingers started to move again in wiggles, giving me a sensation that was similar to a tickling feeling although it wasn't. It felt good— I could feel it in the pit of my stomach even. The alarm began to go off on Harry's phone but neither of us paid any attention to it, anyways. Whimpers escaped my throat and I just knew with this move... I was going to release.
Harry aggressively smashed his lips against mine, kissing them hard but lovingly. His lips and tongue tasted of the juice from the orange, making me want to continue making out with that sweet mouth he owned but I was barely able to keep up because my lips only wanted to remain open, which gave him a reason to cup my jaw and release a strand of spit from in between his lips, landing on my tongue.
He's definitely getting some later.
I brought my hands up to his head then tugged at the curls that rested on his neck before letting out a moan that nearly sounded like a scream when it escaped my throat. The building tension in my body reached it's limit and my climax hit me like a train. Heavy breaths escaped my lips as I allowed myself to fall back onto the blanket, desperately needing to regain my strength before it's time to get up and go.
I watched Harry as he stuck his glistening slick fingers in between his lips, humming in delight and fluttering his eyes closed. And the arousal builds again.
"If you would've told me ahead of time, that probably would've been about five minutes," Harry hovered over me again then pecked my lips before removing his body off of mine.
Slightly opening my legs, I fixed my underwear then pulled at the end of my dress to cover up my lower half. And as I sat back up, I couldn't help but gaze around us. "Yeah, right. Do you think anyone saw us?"
"So what if they did?" He shrugged, packing everything up. "I'm sure they learned some things off of me."
I rolled my eyes then attempted to get myself up but felt disgusted by the stickiness in between my legs. "Ew, now I'm all sticky because of you!"
Harry's eyes shifted over at me with a bored look taking over his features. "As if you didn't like it."
"That's besides the point, I'm sticky."
I helped myself up then awaited for Harry to pack everything up. This time, he didn't fight with me on assisting him with the blanket. Probably because he was too lazy to do it all himself this time.
Walking back towards the car park, my eyes scanned over the tree that had both of our initials on it in the middle of a crooked heart that Harry told me he struggled to make. I found it cute and very different of him to do something so... high school like that. Everyday, Harry shows me more of his childish side and I adore every second of it.
I adore every second with him.
"You know... it's really wild how we went all this time without a title." I mentioned as we approached the car.
"We didn't really even need one," Harry responded as he opened up the trunk. "We both knew what it was and what it wasn't when we started to argue and get mad at each other. I mean: that's when I knew."
I smiled. "Yeah..." I thought back to when we started to get upset with each other. I believe it was when I first saw him at Zayn's party with the strippers and for him... probably when I came to Zayn's with Janet and her other friend. "They were petty arguments."
"Well...."
"Don't even," I shut him down with quickness, pointing my index finger at him.
Harry eyed my finger then me before placing a peck on the tip of it before turning his focus back on the trunk door and closing it. I smiled and shook my head as I began to walk towards the passenger side. Once I reached for the door, Harry stopped me by pressing my back against the door and kissing me all over my face.
"Harry..." I laughed. "S-stop... what are you doing?"
"Loving you, what else?" He mumbled, moving down to my neck. "I'll never get enough of you."
"Yes, you will." I told him in a whisper, causing him to pause his actions and gaze up at me with a frown. "What?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Because..."
"How could you still say that?" He appeared to be bothered by what I said, which wasn't the best move on my end. We were having an amazing day, but then I topped it off with something negative.
I sighed. "You know what? I shouldn't have said that, Harry. I don't know why I'm like this," I placed my hands on my hips, shaking my head.
"I don't either," He chuckled. "You're so beautiful and just don't even know it. If I was you, I'd use and abuse all of these men out here... including myself."
I smiled. "You're so stupid," I giggled before leaning forward to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I love you."
"I love you much more."
And just know... when we arrived back to Gemma's, I fucked the shit out of him in the guest bedroom.
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I've been taking so long to update, I know ! But like I said, it's because we're reaching the end so I'm thinking thoroughly about my next move with this book. Drama is definitely on the way and IM NOT READY.
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