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"And for you I'll keep my legs apart, and forget about my tainted heart."
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Little Bit by Lykke Li
Mature content
"I realized a couple years ago that my 20th birthday was the last year I had alone, alone in the sense of I didn't have anyone watching me. It took a long time to get comfortable with the sense of having people's eyes on me constantly, I've found a comforting balance now. But still, my 20th was technically my last birthday before a lot of the world knew my name, or my face at least."
I twist my spoon around in the dark brown liquid seeing it slowly turn a light cream color, the familiar scent of coffee hanging around my kitchen. I find my hips swaying back and forth, the music flowing out of my phone taking control of my body. I take a sip from my mug that's shaped like an alien head, officially deciding that I single-handedly make the best coffee in New York City.
"Working so hard every night and day, and now we get the payback." I sing out the catchy lyrics of Luxurious by Gwen Stefani.
The sound of my apartment numbers rattling on the wood as someone pounds their fist against my front door disrupts my music. Feeling my heart rate accelerate I quickly touch my phone screen pausing the song, the only sound in my apartment is the faint drag of my slippers pushing me towards the door.
I peek through the peephole that sits in the middle of the door, only to roll my eyes moments later at the vision of Harry's face through the fish lens.
I shake my head at his excessive need to bang on my door instead of knocking like a normal person. I stand back twisting the knob. I pull open the door, Harry perks up at my presence, a lazy grin on his lips.
"Hello cherry blossom."
"Hi?" I phrase my greeting as more of a question confused on why he's here considering I was supposed to be meeting him in like an hour.
"I've been personally selected to escort you to the club tonight." He presents his sentence in a very professional way like he's been hand selected by some higher power to be my bodyguard.
"Drew didn't think I would show huh?" I ask.
The only scenario that would lead Harry to my doorstep right now is Drew thinking I wouldn't go unless Harry forces me.
"Yup." He brushes past me walking into my apartment. "Where's Lilly?"
I close the door turning around and walking back to my coffee cup. "Spending the night at a friend's house." I grab my mug, turning around to lean my lower back on my kitchen counter.
He just nods his head. I allow my eyes to lower, his leather pants and vintage T-shirt that fits him fucking perfectly nearly making me choke.
"So how long is it gonna take for you to get ready?" He flicks his eyes down my body.
I tilt my head down, my freshly blow dried hair curtaining my face, I look at my red slippers and pink silk robe that stops right at my upper thighs, I pick my head back up and look at him. "Like two hours." I smile innocently.
His face stays frozen like he can't decide if I was joking or not so he doesn't know how to react.
"Hey, your the one who wants to escort me or whatever the fuck, so I did nothing wrong here and I will take my time thank you." I give him another sweet smile before pushing away from the countertop with my coffee in hand. I walk up the stairs stopping halfway up. "You can make yourself some coffee if you want, the machine is still on."
"It's 8 pm." He responds.
"You literally smoke cancer sticks and you won't have coffee in the evening?" I continue to climb the steps just shouting so he can hear me from downstairs.
"Yeah I guess your right." I hear him chuckle as I get to the hallway that leads to my bedroom.
I walk into my room going straight for my bathroom, I place my mug down onto the only free space on the counter, makeup palettes and brushes scattered along the marble. I start with my concealer, since I already put all my creams and facial shit on in the shower, then I put on translucent powder, taking my time with getting ready.
"Here's your phone, you left it downstairs." Harry walks in placing my phone on a closed eyeshadow palette.
"Thanks." I click my screen putting my music back on but lowering the volume.
"Gwen Stefani?" He leans on the door frame poking fun at my music choice.
"Yeah, she's an icon." I shrug spreading a soft layer of pink blush on my cheeks.
He hums nodding his head. He stays standing there just watching me apply my makeup, the song changes, the music disappearing in my ears, Harry looming behind me being the only thing I can focus on. I spread on my liquid eyeliner, moving onto the next eye, I stand back sighing in relief at the perfect black wing that brightens my blue eyes.
"Is that difficult to like draw on?" He walks further into the bathroom, stopping next to me.
"Umm, kinda, I do eyeliner all the time so it's a bit easier but I still fuck it up a lot." I grab my eyeliner pencil to smudge it out.
"I think I would rather break my fingers then concentrate on something that hard, plus I get shaky as shit." He talks mindlessly as he watches me finish my eyeliner.
"It's a shame, you would look kinda hot with it." I pick up my mascara slowly spreading it on my eyelashes.
He's quiet for a second, watching me finish up my makeup. "You could put some on me if you wanted." He finally speaks while I'm lightly filling in my eyebrows.
"Really?" I ask him, keeping eye contact with him through the mirror.
"Yeah." He shrugs.
"Do you want eyeliner on?" I make sure that's what he wants.
"Yeah why not."
"Okay," I turn around pushing myself onto the countertop. "come here."
He steps in between my legs, eyeing me. I grab my eyeliner pen with my right hand, and my left hand wraps around the back of his neck.
He clears his throat, dropping both of his hands onto my thighs. "If I knew this is how you do other peoples eyeliner I would have asked for a makeover ages ago." He shifts from one foot to the other.
"I'm not making you nervous am I?" I whisper with a smile spreading across my lips.
He tucks his bottom lip into his mouth. "Nope." He looks down his nose at me, his face inches away from mine. "Just excited for my eyeliner."
"Really?" I tilt my head to the side questioning him. I tangle my fingers into his hair, lightly tugging at his roots, he exhales through his nose, clenching his jaw. "Okay." I drop my hand grabbing his jaw. "Well close your eyes and tilt your head down."
I see him physically fight a smile as he closes his eyes like I asked. I pop the cap off of the eyeliner pencil, I draw on a messy line on his eyelid just above his lash line. His eye twitches at the unfamiliar product, I try focusing on the black I'm spreading across his gentle skin but his hands slowly dragging up my thighs until they rest on my hips makes it a bit hard to concentrate.
Goosebumps irrupt over my skin at the cold metal of his rings. "I'm not making you nervous am I?" He teases me back, using my own words against me.
"Nope." I move on to his left eye trying with everything in me to ignore his hands grabbing at my skin.
"Okay." He slides his hand further up my leg, the tips of his fingers teasing the hem of my underwear.
I take a deep breath, fighting the heart beat that's appeared in my lower half. I flip the pencil, using the smudging tool to create a smoky look. I ignore his fingers playing with the lace of my panties, looking at my finished work.
"Open your eyes." I toss the pencil back onto the counter.
He slowly blinks his eyes open, the green of his irises piercing through the black eyeliner. "Look good?" He smirks.
"Very good." I lean my face closer to his, he flicks his eyes down to my parted lips. I continue to stare into his eyes as I bring my knee up placing it on his stomach gently shoving him away.
He takes a step back smiling at me. I slide off of the counter, my feet hitting the ground. He keeps his eyes on me, dimples poking through his cheeks. I turn around to face the mirror. "So what do we think?" I tilt my head to the side standing next to him.
He looks at his own reflection for a while, it seems like he's really thinking about his answer. He takes a deep breath before speaking, making me think he's about to say something serious. "I look like I'm gonna get all the bitches tonight." He says dead serious.
"Shut up!" I laugh out hitting his arm. "I hate you." I chuckle turning around to walk into my bedroom so I can quickly throw on my dress.
I grab the green material off of my bed, quickly untying my robe letting the silk slip off of my body. I pull the dress over my head, feeling the small piece of cloth drape over my body landing on my upper thighs. I spin around, looking at my reflection in the full length mirror that sits next to my closet. It's a small green slip dress with pretty lace details, the gold necklaces already decorating my neck adding to the whole look.
Harry mumbling something pulls my attention off of my reflection and onto him standing by my dresser.
"Huh?" I lift my eyebrows up in curiosity.
"Uh nothing," he drapes his eyes down my body. "nothing you just," he rubs the back of his neck finally connecting his eyes with mine. "look good."
"Well thank you." I twirl around so he can see my whole look, my hair brushing along my back. I face him again, my cheeks pink from smiling so hard. "We should probably get going." I nod my head towards my bedroom door.
"Yeah we should." He sighs almost like he's disappointed. "Well come on." He turns taking a dramatic step towards the door.
I quickly jam my feet into some boots before following after him, grabbing my purse from the top of the dresser. We make our way downstairs, silently slipping out of the front door. Harry stands behind me while I lock the door, I shove the keys in my purse walking in stride next to Harry.
He clicks the button for the elevator, we both stand here waiting for the doors to open. I look at his distorted reflection in the metal doors, the eyeliner decorating his eyes almost makes me want to drag him back inside.
I jump at the doors dinging open, my thoughts of Harry pulling my hair and ripping my clothes off flying out of my brain.
"Someones jumpy." Harry reminds me of his observant nature as we enter the elevator.
"Oh really?" I hit the lobby button with my fist, probably a little too hard. "Wow thank you for that outstanding observation H." I cross my arms feeling frustrated.
"Jesus," He steps up next to me leaning down into my ear. "I was joking." He stands up straight leaning against the wall behind me.
The doors slide open, I push my way out first, wanting a second to calm down. I hear the pitter patter of Harry's footsteps rush out following closely behind me.
"Your not actually mad at me are you?"
"What?" I turn to look at him as we walk, feeling actual surprise at the genuine nature of his voice. "No." I shake my head hopefully reassuring him.
He shoves the glass door open, letting me go first. "Then what's wrong?" He sounds slightly concerned.
We step out onto the sidewalk, the night sky looming above our heads.
"Nothing," I turn my attention over to him giving him a look of sincerity. "actually." It's the truth, I'm not mad at him, I just wanna fuck him, like really bad but that's besides the point.
He just looks down at me for a second before responding. "Alright."
We walk in silence, nothing but the buzzing city ringing in our ears. I think I enjoy Harry's Company more than I'd like to admit, I mean we're walking in complete silence and it's comfortable, I don't feel like I have to talk or like I'm stuck in a conversation awkwardly in silence.
Just as my brain is whirling with thoughts, a tiny little scenario pops into my head. "What would happen if someone bought all the wood from Lowe's? Like at once."
"What the fuck?" He tosses his head back laughing.
I smile at the warm sound of his laugh. "Well, what would happen?" I repeat my question.
"I don't fuckin' know, they'd restock it?" He looks at me with a glimmer of joy in his eyes.
"Huh, I guess that's a pretty obvious answer."
We continue on our walk, laughing and talking about more stupid shit. We finally arrive at a club we've been to before, the last night Niall performed for Lavender.
Love Link.
We skip the line like usual, Harry giving the bouncer our band name and of course he lets us right in. The door opens, pink lights and music invading my senses.
Harry places his hand on my lower back guiding me down the steps and into the crowd. He walks me around the wall that separates the front door from the rest of the club. We push our way through the crowd, walking past the bar into the open space littered with tables.
There's so many fucking people I can't actually make out anyones face, the lights only further blinding me.
"Where the fuck are they?" I scream out gliding my eyes over the room.
"I don't know!" Harry's loud voice floats above the music. "I can't see jack shit!"
And just as those words leave his mouth I hear my name being excitedly screamed at me. "You look so fucking pretty!" Drew practically jumps on me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "You came!"
"Yeah," Sadly I have not. "I'm here." I laugh at the place my own brain took me.
She pulls away attacking Harry next. "H!"
"Fuckin' hell." He takes a step back hovering his hands around her back as she hugs him.
"Thank you for dragging her here!" I can hear the smile in her voice.
"Hey!" I yell watching her let him go and turn to look at me. "He didn't have to drag me, I came willingly!"
"Really?" She drops her shoulders, the alcohol in her system clearly making everything she does more exaggerated.
"Yes!" I nod my head.
She just screams again hooking her arm around my neck pulling me away from Harry. "Niall is here, Jayme is here, Tom is here, Zayn is here, Mandy is here and Jax is here!" She drunkenly gives me the long list of names of practically everyone I know.
The next hour is a complete and utter blur, we got to the table where everyone was sitting, Niall hugged both me and Harry at the same time pulling away just in time for Jayme to shove a shot of vodka in our hands.
Somehow that one shot I downed morphed into six, and I ended up in the middle of the dance floor screaming the lyrics to Latch by Disclosure with Niall and Harry.
My arm is hooked around Nialls neck as we mindlessly move our body's to the music. Harry has a drink in his hand and a smile plastered on his face. When I first met him I was convinced he had no heart, no feelings, but that smile accompanied by those dimples tells me otherwise. The small twinkle of happiness in his green eyes shows me he does in fact feel.
Pink flickering lights dance over the crowd, Jayme finally cuts in so I let Niall go so she can dance with her fiancé. I move my way over to Harry, glancing over my shoulder to make sure Niall isn't looking but he's way too focused on the woman before him to look our way.
I pull my attention onto Harry, looking up at him in the blush lighting. He smirks at my close proximity, snaking his left arm around my waist. I go with it wrapping my arms around his neck.
I lift myself up, my lips brushing up against his ear. "You know what you were doing earlier."
I feel his chest vibrate with a chuckle. "I have no idea what your talking about." He slips his hand down onto my ass scratching the material of my dress with his finger nails.
I hum, placing an open mouth kiss onto the side of his neck, twirling my tongue around his skin sucking a bit. "Okay." I mutter with my lips still against his skin. I pull away like nothing happened, I step away from him watching his eyebrows furrow at the devious smile on my lips.
I turn around walking into the crowd still moving my body to the music, I reach Drew, Mandy and Tom all dancing together.
"Party girl!" Tom grabs my hand twirling me around.
I grab his shoulders watching his face move like I'm viewing him from under water. "I will throw up on you!" I yell.
He tosses his head back laughing. "Sorry, sorry."
"Rayne!" I scream out as Jax's arms wrap around my stomach lifting me up.
"Rose!" I throw back his excessive use of my last name using his.
He puts me down quickly stepping in front of me. "You know I hate being called by my last name."
Drew's loud laughter echos above the music. "Oh I'm never gonna call you by your first name again."
"What?" Mandy asks only hearing Drew's response to our conversation.
"Apparently Jax hates being called by his last name!" Drew gives her the context she needs to understand.
"Oh dude, your name is totally Rose now." Zayn suddenly appears.
Jax looks at me with an extremely bored expression.
"Sorry." I pick my shoulders up to my ears trying to shrink down.
He shakes his head laughing, he simply just grabs me to dance like nothing happened. "Your lucky we're still celebrating your birthday." He says into my ear.
"Lucky me." With my arm wrapped around Jax's neck and the noise of Drew and Zayn's laughter, I feel happiness bloom in my chest. I really do love these people, I would even go so far as to even call them family.
Jax has always been apart of that family though, specially after the first day of high school when some asshole junior made a cruel remark about me being a so called orphan and Jax ended up getting expelled because he beat the shit out of him, I knew, that one way or another he would be part of my family forever.
But the warmth this wonderful group of people has greeted me with from the very beginning, it's a stark reminder that good people still exist somewhere in the world.
Even Harry, we had a rocky beginning, one that I still don't fully understand, but I really enjoy his company now.
Some electronic remix pounds through the speakers, Jax spins us around, pink twirling around in my vision. My hair sways on my back, my cheeks sore from smiling, my feet already aching from dancing, I feel so happy in this moment.
I catch the pink glow of Harry's white t-shirt walking out of the crowd towards the bar.
I shift myself closer to Jax, bringing my lips to his ear. "I'm gonna clock out, maybe get some food before I get home."
He pulls back to look at me, examining my face closely. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm doing okay." I give him a lazy smile, my words being nothing but the authentic truth.
"Okay." He wraps my body in a hug, lightly scratching the back of my head with his hand. "You want me to walk you?"
"Nah, I'm okay, really." I take step back creating some distance between us.
"Alright, be safe!" He nods, sending me off with a smile.
I push my way through the crowd of sweaty drunk people living their best lives, I find myself smiling before I even reach the bar. I finally stumble next to a certain green eyed man sitting alone at the bar.
Harry turns his head to look at me, unreadable emotion in his eyes. He leans on the glass bar, silently staring at me with the glow of pink illuminating his face.
"You wanna walk me home?" I tilt my head onto my shoulder leaning on the bar.
His face pulls up in the slightest surprise, he turns his body looking back at the dance floor, then back to me. "Okay, sure." He smirks at me standing to his feet.
He grabs my hips putting me to walk in front of him, he quickly drops his hands as we start to make our way to the front door, I try not to dwell on the small part of me that wished he kept his hands there.
We easily shove our way through the front door, cool air pricking my sweaty skin.
"Is everything okay?" He asks as soon as we get away from the crowd of people trying to get into the club we just left.
"Yeah," I laugh spinning around to face him walking backwards. "why?"
"I just feel like we left kinda early." He furrows his eyebrows showing genuine concern.
"Oh, well you can go back to the club" I shrug turning around giving him my back. "I'll just get myself off at home."
He grabs my arm spinning me back around so fast my chest collides with his. "What did you just say?" His demeanor completely shifts into one of dominance.
I lift my chin up, peering up into his dilated pupils. "You heard me."
He clenches his jaw in a desperate attempt to quell the fire we started when I put his eyeliner on. In a flash he's bending down grabbing my hips and hurling me over his shoulder.
"Harry!" I scream out my voice barely being audible with my uncontrollable laughter as he starts to run in the direction of my apartment building. "I can't stay like this the whole walk home!" He still doesn't put me down continuing his fast pace. "H!" The laughter bouncing from my throat is genuine, like stomach cramping laughter.
He darts right into some secluded alleyway dropping me down to my feet, I can't even make a sarcastic comment about him murdering me in this creepy alleyway because he's quickly grabbing my face molding our lips together in a sloppy kiss. I smile into his lips, stepping back letting my spine rest against the brick building.
He slips his hands onto my hips, hunching over to wrap his arms all the way around my lower back to pull me into him. Letting him coil our tongues together, I brush my fingers into his hair gripping his brown curls in between my fingers.
A soft whine escapes his throat, me pulling his hair being a braking point for him, he rips away from our heated kiss crashing his four head onto my shoulder panting out, he removes his hands off of me placing them on the wall behind me. "You will be the end of me Lacy Rayne." He catches his breath.
"Right back at you Harry Styles." I lean my cheek onto his head, dropping my arms down by my side.
After a full minute of us standing here in silence I finally speak. "You good?"
"Yup, just trying to uh, relax." His voice sounds pained, like he's truly using all of his strength.
I peer down, seeing the bulge in his pants. "Ah." I nod my head with him still caging me against the cold brick wall.
"Okay." he sighs lifting his head up. His eyes connect into mine, I give him a soft smile which I guess was the wrong move because he spins around cursing out into the wind. "No fuck, just go on before me." He places his hand on the opposite wall, leaning over.
"Seriously?" I laugh at the situation that he put himself in considering he's the one who dragged me into this alleyway.
"Yes stop talking and just walk out first, please." His voice sounds so desperately filled with desire, it has me needing to squeeze my legs together.
I give him a quiet "Okay." Before doing what he asked and walking out first.
I hear the scrape of his shoes leaving behind me. "Right behind you." He assures me.
I shake my head at the predicament he's in. We keep walking like this, with him behind me not saying a word and with me trying to calm my laughter until we stand next to each other in my apartment building elevator.
"Can I talk now?" I lean my head back on the metal panels that line the box that pulls us up to my apartment.
"Yes." He mutters staring at his own reflection in the elevator doors.
"Your not mad at me are you?" I double check that his tone of voice is actually restrain and not anger.
"No, I'm just trying to pretend like you're not right here next to me in that tiny fucking green dress." He rushes out.
"You want me to take it off?" I continue to take this opportunity to tease him. "I'm not wearing a bra but if the dress is really bothering you that bad-"
"Lace." He drops his head. "You're really fuckin' killing me." The doors slide open causing my stomach to flip.
I walk past him trying to calmly walk to my front door instead of run. I rip open my my purse grabbing my keys before I'm even met with my apartment number. I slip the key into the lock twisting until I hear that click, I shove open my door stepping in. I turn around to see Harry shutting the door, twisting the lock back into place.
I take a step back silently walking to my stairs. Once I get onto the first step I look back. "You gonna come upstairs and fuck me or what?"
He pushes off the door with a certain urgency in his steps. I turn around quickly climbing the stairs reaching my bedroom door, I push it open flicking on my light, I walk in stopping at the foot of my bed. My first instinct is to start taking off my clothes but then I remember Harry said that was 'his job'.
I hear his footsteps enter my room, anticipation striking my stomach. I turn around, the look of hunger on Harry's face almost makes me regret teasing him so much. He takes agonizingly slow steps towards me, the air weighing heavier and heavier the closer he gets to me.
I tilt my head as he steps up right in front of me. "I can finally take my time with you pretty girl." He lifts his hand, grabbing the strap of my dress gently dragging it down my shoulder.
My chest rapidly rises and falls, feeling a bolt of energy crash through me with every brush of his finger tips on my arm.
"Oh, now you don't have anything to say?" He moves onto the next strap slowly pulling it down.
I find myself completely and utterly speechless, need being the only emotion I'm able to actually focus on.
"Look at that, I finally shut you up." He then rips my dress down my body, the material pooling at my feet.
He stops his movement, his features softening. He grabs the heart shape locket that lays in between my tits. "Your wearing it." He holds the gentle gold in his hand.
"I love it, of course I am." I grab his wrist, welcoming this gentle moment of innocence.
He pulls the necklace off of my head, walking over to my dresser he places it on top of the painted wood, it's such a simple act but for some reason means a lot to me. He turns back around gazing at my half naked body as he steps up in front of me. He grabs my face with both of his hands placing a soft kiss to my lips. I close my eyes, enjoying this different side of him I rarely get to see.
Then like a switch being flipped I'm getting shoved back onto my bed. My back crashes onto my mattress, my hair fanning out behind my head. My knees hang over my bed, Harry stands above me.
"I've dreamt about all the ways I could get you off" he starts out, reaching behind his back to pull his shirt over his head. "I think maybe I should check some of those off my list tonight." He drops his shirt down into the ground. "Would you like that cherry blossom?" He places his knee next to my leg on the bed.
I nod my head, my throat suddenly feeling dry.
"Oh no, you don't get to be quiet now." He leans down dropping himself onto his hands hovering above my stomach. "Words Lacy."
"Yes." I pant out, feeling the pool between my legs grow at just the sight of him. "I want that."
"Want what? Be a little specific love." He taps my leg, I immediately get the hint spreading them apart watching him park himself right above me.
"Harry." I close my eyes feeling him drag the tip of his finger across the hem of my underwear.
"What?" He continues to tease me. "How can I know what you want if you don't tell me?"
"Just do whatever you want." I clench my jaw.
"Oh I will, but you get first choice." He pulls his hand away placing it next to my head to help keep himself lifted above me.
I flick my eyes between his, trying to not feel embarrassed about this. "I wanna cum on your tongue Harry." I push the words out of my mouth, the look that morphs into his face making my confidence skyrocket.
"I swear to fuckin' god I couldn't have even dreamt up someone like you if I wanted." I don't even have time to process his sweet words before he's placing a rushed kiss to my lips. "You want me to make you cum huh? Want me to use my tongue?"
"Yes, please, yes." I excessively nod my head, feeling embarrassingly desperate.
"Only if you promise that I get to hear my favorite sound." His eyes scan every inch of my face, almost like he's trying to memorize every freckle, every blemish of my skin.
"I promise." I nod, my brain having flashes of the first time we had sex, lying on the kitchen floor out of breath when he told me the sound of me moaning was his favorite sound ever.
His eyes somehow darken before he gets up grabbing my underwear ripping them down my legs.
Butterflies burst into my stomach as he drops himself onto his knees at the foot of my bed spreading my thighs with his hands pinning them down. "You sure about this?" He asks his voice suddenly flipping into to gentleness.
"Fuck yes, just please do something." I toss my head back pinching my eyes shut at the feeling of his breath hitting my clit.
He dips his head down placing sloppy open mouth kisses to my thighs. "Only one more rule," he looks at me through hooded eyes. "you were in such a chatty mood earlier, you better tell me how good I'm making you feel, you stop talking and I stop, got it?"
"Harry I'm not gonna be-" he licks his lips before ducking down actually doing what I want this time and twirling his tongue against my clit. "oh fuck!" I moan out, feeling euphoric pleasure sprint across my skin.
I feel him hum against my skin, I guess he's enjoying himself.
"It feels amazing Harry," I shove out of my mouth knowing he'll stop if I don't talk like he wants. "so fucking amazing." I white knuckle my bed sheets, his relentless tongue going in circles around my pleasure spot.
"Please-" a loud raspy moan rips through my throat, my stomach already starting to coil. "you make me feel so good, always" I gasp in, my lungs trying desperately to suck in air. "so good." My eyes practically roll into the back of my head feeling my stomach twist to an impossible point.
It's like he went to the class all the other guys skipped or something because he's the only man I've never had to fake an orgasm with.
My back arches off the bed, my brain fogging with desire. "Please don't stop." I bite my lip feeling like I'm traveling to a another dimension. He rubs his thump across my thigh, a sweet gesture in the middle of a hunger filled moment. "Harry I'm gonna-" my orgasm hits me so fucking hard my sentence dies on my lips.
I gasp in trying to remember to breathe as the best possible kind of pleasure pulsates through my body. Harry does exactly what I asked, catching my cum with this tongue and swallowing. My soul slams back into my body, my skin covered in a layer of sweat, my lungs completely out of air.
Harry pulls away with glistening swollen lips, he breathes out looking at me with so much hunger, I would almost call it starvation.
He crawls onto the bed next to me, leaning his right elbow beside my head and resting his left hand on my jaw. "If you moaning my name was the last fucking thing I heard of this planet, I would die a happy man." He smirks.
I grab the back of his head pulling him down to me kissing that cocky grin off of his face. My tongue darts out to meet his, I taste myself on him. He pulls away, gently tucking my hair behind my ear. "If your tired we can stop, I can get you in the shower and then maybe watch a movie or something."
"No," I shake my head. "I want more, please." My voice comes out whiny.
"Well aren't you a little slut today?" He looks across my face with what I would call admiration in his eyes.
"Harry please." I desperately beg, needing him to get on with it.
"It would be my fucking pleasure to watch you cum again." He sits up, scooting to the edge of the bed. I pick myself up leaning on my elbows to see what he's doing.
He unbuttons his pants shimmying them down his legs until they're on the floor. "What are we doing?"
"Come here." He nods me over.
I sit up crawling over to him, I swing my legs over over the bed, looking expectedly at him. He slides his boxer briefs down his legs, his erection springing free, pre cum already dripping from his tip.
Part of me wants to skip whatever the fuck we're about to do and just let him fuck me, but my curiosity gets the better of me. "What do you want Harry?" I reach over leaning my hand on his thigh.
"I want you to ride my tiger tattoo."
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I decided to choose violence today ;)