Juliet.
Harry wasn't lying when he said that we would stay in Spain until I felt well. The first few nights, a piercing scream would shake me out of a nightmare and cause me to awaken in the middle of the night. Harry was there by my side right away, trying to calm me down once I woke him up.
While my heart raced and I struggled to catch my breath, the remnants of the nightmare were still haunting my mind. I sat up in bed, a chilly sweat covering my body, looking for comfort in the cozy darkness of the space. Knowing that the horrors of my dream were nothing more than a fabrication of my imagination, I couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of worry as the adrenaline slowly melted.
But the imagination felt so real— so scary. It didn't leave my head. It was the only person I somehow wanted to protect.
Harry
We were in the basement. The basement loomed in darkness, its musty air thick with an unsettling silence. Shadows danced ominously across the cold, damp walls, as if concealing secrets that should never see the light of day. The dark maroon floors, I wasn't sure if that was the color or blood, but it was frightening.
We were both tied up in chairs, in front of each other. and there were these men... exactly like the men in my mother's murder.
"Should I kill him?" They would question me while putting a knife to my throat to stop me from screaming or moving. They laughed at my fear as I sobbed and gently shook my head.
"No," I told them. "No, please."
But each time I begged, they would slowly sever Harry's flesh while he screamed in agony. It was a replay of my mother's passing, only this time it hurt worse.
I begged them to turn around and take me instead, but they weren't interested. I woke up screaming just as he was about to pass away because it felt so real.
And as Harry held me close to him without saying a word, I was back to having the same panic attack and normal breathing. He first asked me, but he stopped when I remained silent.
I couldn't tell him; how could I?
How do I tell Harry that I witnessed his death in the same way as my mother's? I was terrified. After a few days, it abruptly stopped, but I still couldn't fall asleep because I was too afraid to close my eyes and picture the same death, which never left my mind.
It was a nightmare that always somehow resurfaced.
Today I was completely healed. Harry woke me up early today, telling me he had some plans considering it was his last day in Spain.
which I found to be bittersweet. I was glad to return home, go to my friends and the twins, and start working again without fear of being caught. What we did has been all over the news.
10 fatalities, 2 critically injured, 2 auto accidents, an explosion, and a robbery. I had become weary of hearing the same thing repeatedly.
However, I couldn't help but feel sadness that I was leaving and wouldn't be able to see the stunning sunrise paint the sky with an incredible array of vivid hues. The ground was touched by a pleasant glow that was cast by golden rays that broke over the horizon.
To make sure my stitches were taken care of, Harry usually awakened me early with a cup of coffee, helping me get ready and making me feel better about the days that were a bit difficult for me. especially when it was the nightmare days.
I had no clue what the plans were today, but Harry did tell me to put on a bathing suit under my pink floral dress.
A phone ringing on the table captured my attention, pulling away the lipstick. "Harry, Abby's calling you."
"Coming," he was out of the bathroom, in a simple black t-shirt and some jeans; his hair was parted in the middle; it was getting long, something I found myself liking.
He looked so sun-kissed, and I liked that his beard was completely grown. He picks up the phone and hits the "green" button right away.
" Daddy!" Before it even begins to properly connect, the twins yell.
"Oh, my little loves." He smiled, and I shifted a little to look down at the twins. They were both wearing pink jumpers and appeared to be at some sort of place—possibly a restaurant.
"How are you, little loves?"
"Good, daddy, look, I painted my nails." Marcy lifts her hands and shows Harry her yellow nails. "Me too!" Azri imitates her sister by flaunting her blue nails.
"Beautiful, I love it."
"Where's Juliet, Daddy?" I smile as my cheeks warm up in response to Azri's question.
"She's right over here." Harry turns his phone slightly until I am in view. The girls' faces lit up like stars as I waved my hands in their direction.
Shakespeare's "Juliet!"
"Hii!" I show off the same excitement as Harry, taking a few steps towards me and placing a few hands on my back.
"I miss you, Juliet. Please come over to my house."
grinning, I nod. "Soon, I promise you. What are you two doing, girls?"
"I'm eating." Marcey's response for the both of them "With Titi Abby, we're getting ice cream."
"Ice cream sounds so wonderful, mmm. Save some for me?"
"No, silly," they giggle, "it'll melt."
smiling, I agree with them. "Good here; say bye to Daddy." You hear Abby's voice. The girls are waving, with two sets of plates placed in front of them.
The girls shout, "Bye, Daddy," as Abby turns the camera in her direction. "Bye, daddy," she repeats, closing before Harry can say something.
"Jesus Christ," he cursed under his breath, and I giggled at his stare snapping towards me.
"What's so funny?" Harry's fierce gaze was as penetrating as a lightning bolt in the air. He attracted you in with the magnetic force of his unflinching gaze in his eyes.
Harry moves closer to me, and I take a step back while giggling once more as his arms encircle my waist. My lips collapsed into a narrow line as he did. I was both captivated and a little terrified by his intense gaze, which seemed to be able to peer into the depths of my mind.
When Harry picked me up and dropped me on the bed, I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck for extra safety. "Harry!" I said this as my dress rose and brunched over my waist. As I went to pull it down, his hands caught mine and interlocked them before placing them above my head.
I'm not making fun of anything; you simply have a filthy mind. I shrugged, and he hums, "I prefer not hearing it from her."
"From who?" I tease, wrapping my legs around his hips. "Because we're just friends." Harry's lips were inches from mine when he smiled amusingly.
"Is that so?" I hummed "Friends." One hand slipped from mine, and he held my jaw.
"Say it again."
" Friends. That's what we are." I muttered, my heart pounding rapidly.
I constantly tell myself that. we're friends—that this burning desire for him means nothing and we're just fucking friends.
With Harry, our wistful stare, which was fueled by a burning desire for closeness, spoke a lot. Our eyes yearned for the intimacy and openness that only a human being could offer. It was a silent plea, a silent invitation, that ignited a passionate fire within.
We are friends, and that is all we will ever be, I kept telling myself. His eyes got darker, the green no longer encircling them, as if calling Harry my friend had set off a mental bomb.
He says, "Call me your friend again," tilting his head to the side and licking his pink lips. His hold on my jaw becomes firmer. "Because that's what I am, right? your friend, baby?"
My mouth became dry, and I whimpered and got chills all over my body when I heard the word. I wanted to challenge Harry. This was clearly heading in the direction I wanted it to.
I wanted Harry to fuck me—to do anything to my body. In the most desperate way possible, I needed him.
" Friend." Our lips collided in a fiery embrace, igniting a storm of passion and desire. We were both completely devoured by the kiss, leaving only room for the mouth-watering taste of one another. As our spirits entwined, caught in the intensity of the moment, time stopped.
"Friend," I murmured against the kiss, his hands wrapping around my throat. "Fuck Harry."
"Call me your friend one more time, and I'm going to fuck it out, or your vocabulary slut." He muses, and both my breath and my heart rate quicken.
I felt chills all over my body and excitement boiling over. "Whatever you say, friend," I smirk while focusing on his eyes.
Before I could blink, Harry's hands were digging into my hair and dragging my head back until I was looking up at the ceiling while he spoke to me.
"That's what you want. for me to fuck that word out of your vocabulary, because all you are is a fuckin' whore." Harry's body jerked forward as I groaned and squeezed my eyes tight. His hardness against my center caused me to groan.
"Want me to fuck you, babe?"
"Please." I whimpered, and he laughed, letting go of my hair.
"Too bad. Only good girls get fucked." He fully moves away from me, leaving me lying there, bewildered, and hastily sitting up.
I whimper, "Harry," getting onto my knees and moving up to him as he was perched on the side of the bed.
"What's wrong, pretty thing?" He puts my dress's straps back on my shoulder after picking them up. "Messy little thing." He leans forward, pressing a kiss on my shoulder.
"Ready to go?" Harry knew what he was doing; he was teasing me. And I knew he wasn't going to give me what I wanted, and I'm hoping to do everything to get him as worked up as possible.
"Yes, I am." Harry's expression was perplexed as I rose from the bed, strode toward the mirror, and wiped my lipstick with my thumb.
I whirled around to face Harry, who had a huge smear on him. I kind of like looking at him like this, so everyone knows that he's mine. that I was kissing him like that.
"You have a little something." I smirk and lift my hands to wipe away the red lipstick while gazing into his green eyes and observing how he regarded me as I teased his lovely mouth with my fingers.
"Done, pretty boy, now take me out."
☆
Once we left the hotel, Harry was very secretive about our location, only promising that I would love it. He wasn't mistaken; after going onto the docks, he led me over to a boat. It was large and absurdly roomy, with a table in the middle holding some covered food and a man waiting for us at the door.
The scene in front of me, as well as how lovely the water and sky harmonized and how delicate the water was, astounded and amazed me. Even some painting supplies were on the ground, which Harry informed me were there for my use.
Once we ate our breakfast and I continued to thank Harry over and over, he drove something that surprised me even more. He drove for a little over an hour, maybe less, maybe more; it's not like I was keeping track.
I was so focused on how happy I felt—Harry showing me how to drive a boat, the view, the hotel's view of the weather, the feeling that tingled all over my body. I had never been happier in my life.
When Harry and I arrived in the middle of nowhere, we painted. Well, I painted while he observed, lying down next to me and occasionally even reading, and then we got in the water and swam side by side. kissing.
I start to move over to Harry all of a sudden, both hands resting on either side of his head. I watched as he placed his hands on my thighs, rubbed them up, and grabbed my waist.
"I'm healed." I frown, and he laughs.
"No, you're not." Harry shakes his head. His rough features were given a warm glow when the sun's golden rays caressed him as it rose to its highest point. His face's features were highlighted by the sunshine, which revealed a quiet power and an alluring charm. His skin glistened with a warmth and vibrancy that came from being caressed by the sun.
"Yes, I am." Harry puts his arm behind his head as I sit up on his waist. As I grabbed the other one, I felt the hotness of his skin. grabbing his fingertips, I ran it over the scar that was left behind, not a single stitch on it.
As I felt Harry's thumb brush across my skin, I saw him brusquely swallow. "See—all healed now; fuck me, please." His lips curled into a grin as his eyes suddenly turned back to me.
"What?" Harry licked his lips with an amused expression. "Say it again, princess."
"Fuck me, please." In an instant, he turned us around so that my back was against the heated boat. My back arched as I pushed against his chest while gasping.
"Sorry, babe, I can't hear you." Harry's voice was deep, thick, and raspy. His hands reached up and firmly grabbed my jaw.
"Tell me what you want."
"For you to fuck me like you promised." Harry pouts and drags his thumb over my lips while looking at me mockingly.
"But friends don't do that." I took a breath as the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. "Friends don't touch each other, and they don't fuck each other until they can't walk."
My swimming suit's strings are being played with by his hands as they slink underneath me. I arched my back even further. "Is that what we are?" he questioned.
"Friends." I finished the vocabulary for him. "Fuck the vocabulary out of me like you promised, and maybe I'll change your mind."
"That's what you want." He chuckles. "You want me to fuck you like a fucking slut? That turns you on, huh?"
He squeezed my mouth open, a whine escaping my lips. Leaning forward, he spits directly into my mouth, feeling the warmth of my tongue. "Swallow," he demands, and I nod. staring up at him and feeling myself drop down my thighs.
" Mhm? Talking to you," Hands wrapping around my neck, I nodded—Harry smiled, "I know you do. Because you're a little needy thing who always wants to be filled up by me."
There was a surge of energy between us, and my heartbeat accelerated. Harry leans forward and places his lips against mine. I sigh into the kiss, feeling the softness of his body as his hands move up his naked chest. The kiss conveyed longing, sympathy, and a clear hint of desire.
It felt like they were dancing against each other when Harry slipped his tongue inside my mouth.
We breathed heavily, our lips raw and swollen. He pulls the bikini away and throws it to the side. kissing my jaw and neck, sucking precisely where I was gasping for breath and my back was arched.
It feels as if my breath slows down as Harry's lips travel further down my chest, but I can practically hear my racing heartbeat through my ears. "Fuck, babe." He mumbles, "They're already hard," referring to the way my nipples have already developed into points due to how turned on I am.
"Please." The word falls off my lips, but I don't know what exactly I'm asking for. Harry mutters, his hand rising to cup both of my breasts in his. "You sound so good when you're begging me," he says. "Is that what you're after? For me to touch you like friends? Be my fuckin' slut, always."
"Yeah." I moan out, wrapping my legs around his legs. "Because that's all. We are friends."
"I'm about to fuck the lies right out of you." That smirk of his is the last thing I see before he continues the trail of kisses. It took him only a few seconds to cover my nipple with his mouth. I groaned, tipping my head back with the same energy he sucks on them. I tugged at his hair while my thumb rolled the other side.
"You like that?" He wonders, releasing his mouth with a delicious pop. "How about this?" He asks again while switching to the other side of his mouth and repeating the same motion. The fucker grazed his teeth along the sensitive skin, and I hissed in pleasure, my legs shaking.
I'm yelling out and arching my back off the boat as I wrap my legs around his lips. I groan, my hands tearing at his hair and yelling, "Harry." "Harry, please."
I felt lightheaded and woozy. Right now, nothing makes sense. My senses were entirely taken over by a flood of ecstasy that swept over me. I gave in to the thrill and lost myself in a sea of unadulterated joy.
He pulls away, and I breathe harshly, my eyes drifting back home—sunlight shining right through. When Harry reappears in my line of sight, he doesn't waste any time giving me another kiss.
As I gasped into the intense, messy kiss that was full of pent-up desire, his mouth and tongue was making me dizzy and simultaneously sending sparks of excitement through my body.
Harry closes his hands around my throat and moves backwards a short distance while muttering in French. "Jolie fille, je ne pense qu'à toi."
He groans as he sucks my tongue into his mouth while I moan. His lips separate from mine, and he briefly glances at me, bewildered while breathing heavily.
My cheeks began to flush. I could sense that practically all of the air had left the room and that there was nothing left. Everything seemed to be more colorful. He exclaims, "God, I need you!" in a single breath.
despite his hands still on me, I grabbed his jaw. " So have me." That's all he needed for his grip on my neck to tighten— his hands squeezed my mouth open and he leaned down spitting right into the back of my throat again.
He pushes my mouth close, staring at me with so much intensity, with so much lust and desire. We haven't had each other in such a long time, and I haven't had him touch my body the way he knew how.
Right now, I wanted him more than anything. My body craved and needed him in every way.
Our embrace spoke volumes, conveying a depth of emotion that words could never capture.
"Please," I beg, squeezing my eyes shut as his hand pulls my hair abrasively and his mouth gently sucks on the skin of my neck. "Harry!" I cry.
He bent his head to the side and murmured, "Again, Juli, let me hear you again." He snarled, his fingers tightening so tightly around my neck that I had to hold my breath. Evil spread to his lips.
"Please, Harry, touch me. "
Harry chuckles, "But friends don't touch each other." He pouts, his eyes dropping to my breast. Continuing with his questions from earlier, Teasing "Why we are friends."
I wanted Harry to touch me more, to feel every inch of my body, to run his hands over it, and to leave trails of his touch. But he was being a tease, staring at me. I needed him more than ever, and all he did was stare at me like I was his next prey.
Harry grinned broadly as his tongue skittered over his lower lip. "God, what do you want?" His attention swiftly shifted to my chest. The sensation of his warm mouth sending shocks through my body caused him to lean in and part his mouth as he softly nibbled on my nipples once again.
He said, "You, but you don't deserve anything; I've been teasing you all day."
"I do, yes. Harry, please."
"You want a hard fuck in the middle of nowhere, right?"
I weakly nodded while desperately wanting him to be inside of me. I tilted my head, feeling his bare skin against me. I looked down and saw Harry growing into his pair of black swim shorts.
"How much do you need me?" His hands ran up my body, clutching and squeezing my breasts. My breath caught in my throat. "Mhm, talk to me, pretty girl, and tell me." He ran his tongue over my neck and shoulders and licked my nipples.
"Harry," I groused. " please."
"Let me see your sweet, little fucking face, whore." I cocked my head and caught Harry's gaze. He started coming at me with want and passion, his eyes low and dark, so full of love and need. As he ran his tongue over his lower lip, his hands tightened around my jaw.
I beg pathetically. Harry's hands tighten around my jaw and he slides his thumb into my mouth, quickly pulling it out and beginning to pierce my soul. "What do you want?" Harry whispered against my skin as he continued to kiss me on the neck with his mouth wide.
"You." I struggled to breathe; I needed him now more than ever. I could feel myself dripping down my thighs, desperate for Harry.
I hold onto his face and kiss him with my lips. Harry dipped down again to kiss me. His lashes fluttered on my cheek, and I heard the groan that came from the back of his throat in my mouth.
"What do you want me to do?" He murmured.
My stomach exploded with the sensation of fireworks as I whispered, "Fuck me with your fingers," and reattached my lips to his, kissing him once again. "Like you said you would, remember? You said you'd do anything I wanted, please."
Harry's lips felt silky against mine as our kiss deepened and intensified. Harry moves his mouth to my throat and gives it piercing, open-mouthed kisses while pulling back slightly.
"Please," I half-pleaded," touch me, Harry."
He muttered to me while pressing his thumb to my lips. He suddenly leaned forward, and I seized hold of his hair, clutching it tightly in my palm. Harry moaned, sinking his teeth into my skin as his hands slid up to support my thighs.
Harry leans back, and grabs my legs, pushing them open. His head tilts as his eyes avert to my legs. "Fucking slut," he said cuttingly. He leans down and blows air directly on me, saying, "My whore."
I let out a small groan, shifting my hips to try to feel Harry. Harry pulls back again, running his hands up my thighs and gripping them.
He muttered, "Pretty girl, I'm missing that mouth of yours." Harry's eyes flared up once more and grew darker. He inserted his fingers into my lips, and I swirled my tongue around them.
Harry turned to me and said, "I want my rings off, pretty girl." His eyes were frighteningly dark. He gulped, his throat bobbing. "Go on."
My teeth gripped his rings. "Look at how desperate you are for me; look at yourself, I said, feeling the cold metal touching my tongue, "soaking your fucking thighs." Harry grinned widely and lowered his voice. "Slut," he said, extending his hand, and I sat up a little, spitting the ring out.
" I love it when you're so wet for me. I love that I'm the only one that gets to see and feel how wet you are; I have you all to myself. fucking greedy"
Harry was glistening in the sunlight and covered in sweat. Harry spoke into my mouth. After releasing my hand, he slid it between my thighs. "Still a friend." He dipped his fingers between my folds, collecting my arousal on his fingers.
I let out a moan, drifting my eyes closed. "Mhm, are we still just friends?" I asked, feeling his hand gently work its way toward finding what would be ideal for me, his lips hanging perilously close to mine.
"Yeah—friend." I whimpered pathetically.
"Fuckin' get me tired with that shitfucking slut." He whispered something in my ear. His hand was skimming everywhere other than where it belonged.
I cry out, my hands gripping his biceps. Harry's hand teases my clit, and I whine, my body jerking forward. I groaned, "Harry," once again. "Come on—don't break your promise, pretty boy. You said you'd do whatever I wanted. Please make me forget to walk."
Harry was teasing me and grinning at my mouth. His fingers ran over my clit the next second, rubbing in circles.
"How does it feel?" he inquired. "Tell me how it feels, or I'll stop," he murmured, running his tongue over my jaw.
"Good," I whispered. Harry added a third finger and quickly pumped in and out, finding the angle that caused me to react in an instant. "Fuck Harry—Oh, my fuck."
"Good girl, good fuckin' girl," he moaned. "Do my fingers feel good?"
"Yes, hmm. Keep going; it feels so good."
"I can't wait to fuck you. I'll have you all to myself; I'll taste and savor you until you become too sensitive." My mouth was hanging wide as he whispered indiscreetly in my ear while inserting his finger, but it didn't last long before he teased my clit once again.
He was leaning down, kissing my jaw and neck sucking gently on my skin. my hands knitted into his hair and I pulled against him— pulled harshly till I felt his groan vibrate against my skin.
" my fucking slut." He started to pump in and out of me. "so perfect and wet. my dream girl." I gasp, his lips sliding against mine as my hands clumsily touch him gently. with his free hand, he stops muttering against my lips. " I wanna pleasure just you."
"Harry." He smiled as he moved his fingers around me a little faster. He was so close to me I could smell him, feel him, I bit down on his shoulder and cried.
"I'm almost." I could feel the tension rising in my stomach as I got closer. I jerked in place as my heart began to pound quickly, attempting to force his fingers away from me but was unable to.
Harry mumbled, "I can't wait to fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk." He kisses my shoulder, and I return the favor by dragging my fingernails down his back while we kiss.
"I'm going to cum. Fuck—" His eyes were so low and his cheeks so crimson.
"Cum, babe—all over my fucking fingers, let me see that pretty face." My legs had begun to tremble. My stomach was burning, and I felt like my head was blank.
"Come all over my fucking fingers." He breathed in the same air as me while gritting his teeth.
Harry sighs, "Fuck," and he grabs my waist. I was breathing irregularly as I came on his finger, closing my eyes and descending into euphoria. Harry slips his fingers out. Two enter his mouth, almost rolling back his eyes while he tastes me. He slips his finger out, and with the third finger, he holds my jaw open and lets me taste myself. Our eyes never leave one another as I hum.
"Taste so fuckin' good. missed you like hell." I grabbed his jaw when he gasped for air and pushed his face to look in my direction. "Now fuck me with your mouth."
his lips roll into a smirk. " The fuckin' devil." smiling sweetly at him Harry pushed his thumb inside my mouth laying flat on my tongue and tilting his head.
" Want to be all over my tongue pretty?" I hummed my eyes drifting close for a second. " Good cause I've been dying to taste you again " Harry rolled onto his back, and I straddled his waist confused hands on either side of his face.
" Sit on my face," he says lowly and taunting.
" What?" I immediately ask— shocked. He smiles evilly, running his hands up my thighs, "Come on. Make my dream come true and sit on my fuckin' face."
" Are you sure?" I asked and he hums tighten his grip on my hips.
" c'mon pretty thing."
"Please, sit on my face, pretty thing. please sit on my fucking face." I pushed myself down, and it was like Harry wasted no time; he slung like he was on a time limit. Pent-up emotions from the past few days pouring out.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs, keeping me close to him. "Fuck," I cry, gripping onto his hair to hold something.
"Jesus- Christ. Harry." I get chills when a ravenous groan spills from his mouth and vibrates against me. Everything that is happening feels amazing. His lips and his tongue.
Harry digs his finger into my thighs as I push my hips down on him. I exhaled, unable to contain the moans. my body's reaction to his tongue, which was running up against my clit.
"I can't." Harry looks confused yet dissatisfied as I gasp aloud while panting. I glanced down and met his gaze. I try to get away when I hear him pant and groan because I can't stand how I'm feeling.
He groans again as I feel so vulnerable, and my hands are only getting tighter against him.
"God, it feels so good, Harry, just like that." I close my eyes, groaning at the aching feeling.
He was running his tongue to slowly lick the area between my entrance and my clit. "Mhm," I murmur. "Exactly like that. Show how much you miss the way I taste."
I giggled as I felt him chuckle against my skin, my eyes tightly shut. He wraps his lips around my clit, drawing me into his mouth and spinning my thoughts. Harry's chest rumbles with a low, gratified groan.
"Fuck—fuck—just like that." I sucked in my stomach and blew out a sharp breath. "I'm gonna."
I couldn't even think straight anymore. I couldn't speak—I felt dizzy all over, like the world didn't make sense.
"Just like that, fuck. You're amazing." Harry responds with a satisfied hum as I begin to circle against his mouth. I fucked myself in his mouth, hearing his own moans. His warm tongue flicks and spins against me while he doesn't hide a single ounce of how much he's enjoying this, with his hips shifting up against the air for relief he can't get.
"oh— fuck. Harry, please," I cry out, closing my eye shut. I gasp, rolling my head back. " Harry — I'm going to. fuck. I'm going to come."
I have no idea how or when it happened; all I know is the ache in my stomach, the sensation of fireworks erupting and fire coursing through me, and Harry still sucking on me. He hums as my hips grind harder against him.
Harry manages to twist me around so my back presses against the boat, then he swivels around and gets between my legs while flicking his tongue all over me, all around my clit, sucking me, and putting his tongue into my hole.
He pulls away, kissing my thighs and sucking softly on the skin. "So fuckin' good to me."
"Lovin' the way you taste." He backed up until he was in my line of sight before I could breathe again. Harry smiles his wild hair, his lips and chin gleaming while he seems delighted and turned on.
I pulled him down, tasting myself on his tongue and cupping his face. Harry squeezes my waist while groaning, obviously out of breath.
He pulls back to look into my eyes and asks, "Are you okay?" I hummed while blinking at him.
"I'm more than okay," I had three orgasms in just a few minutes—my head was running wild, and my heartbeat was beating at a hundred miles per hour.
Still, I needed him. I still wanted him. Harry pushes his hips down, and I feel his hardness press against my center.
I cried out and wrapped my arms around his neck. Harry laughs and kisses my jaw and neck, getting the same reaction from me.
" Are we near any boats?" I asked softly and Harry shrugs.
" Don't know— don't care." rolling my eyes I push him off of him and grab the dress from the ground slipping it over my body.
Standing on my feet, my legs felt wobbly, and I felt weak, breathing hard. I take cautious steps while swallowing, sensitive all over again. I whine, my body aching.
When I hear Harry laughing behind me, I yell at him. Holding onto the railing and scanning the water, not a single boat could be seen.
Harry kissed my neck, digging his head into the crook of my neck and wrapping his hands around my waist. He pushed my dress up, whispering, "I need to make one last promise."
Rubbing his hands in my inner thighs, I gasp and lean forward just a bit, Harry's hands slamming down against my ass.
I cried out," Condom," closing my eyes. Harry nods "on it."
He takes a step back, and I am left alone, gripping the railing, breathing hard. Imagining what it would be like to have sex with Harry without a condom and experience his cum filling me up.
When I turned back, I noticed him approaching me with a condom in his hands. Once he was a few inches away, I moved closer to him.
"I want you in my mouth." I pouted, his hands shooting to grip my face.
"Mhmm yeah?" I nodded, to which he replied, "You're a cockslut, aren't you? Loved it when I put my cock in your throat?"
"I did." I bit my lips and started pulling his pants down. Ripping the condom open, I rolled it over his cock, hearing Harry's deep breath echo around me.
As soon as I'm through, he moves closer, grabs my face, and gives me a passionate kiss. I groan as we kiss, my back pushed against the railing and my pussy being stroked against by his cock.
"So fuckin perfect you are." He turns me around, pushes me forward, and hums against my skin while holding onto my waist.
I shrieked and grabbed the railing as my heart pounded in my chest and my mouth widened. "Love the thrill, don't you slut?" When he jerks his hips forward in laughter, he bumps into the railing. My hands clutched tenaciously to the ledge as my hair flowed forward and my moans sounded like they were sliced in half.
He gritted his teeth and stated, "Answer me," slamming his hand into my ass while his rings cut and burned my skin. He continued doing it until I screamed the word.
"I do," I cry. "Please, don't stop." Harry urges, grabbing my hips and keeping me still while sluggishly moving himself. " Please. Fuck me, please, I mutter inanely as I say, "Harry."
"Harry, please,"
"Good girl." He moves more violently and quickly than usual. "Shhh, baby, be a good girl." My mouth hung open from the jarring movement. When he turned back to me, his hands immediately circled my clit. Harry slips out of me.
I scream, "Fuck," my body sweating and sticky. I scream in a loud, high-pitched wail, "God, please."
"What do you want, pretty thing, mhm? want to be filled with me." I responded with a nod as he muttered, "Fuckin' missed fucking that perfect cunt of yours." He sighs. I struggle against his hold as his free hand grabs and pulls back my hair.
I moan, squeezing my eyes shut, "Harry, fuck, fuck, fuck." I spoke with ease, seeming urgent as I said his name. "Tell me what you want in your own words."
Harry's fingers slip out of my hair and onto my neck. " You."
"Good fucking girl. Always me, right?" With his feet, he pushes my legs apart, laying a hand flat on my back, his length moving up and down me—teasing me. I was a panting mess, eyes closed.
He suddenly pushed in so hard that I felt dizzy and gasped, and my knuckles turned white. He slips out and pushes harder again. " Harry."
He continues the same past, grunts and grains escaping his mouth. "Fuck Juli, God, you feel so good." His hands fisted in my hair, tucking me back. "My perfect fuckin slut."
"Harder." He did it after I gasped and shut my eyes. Harry's thrust accelerated, and every time I collided with the railing, my hips ached, and there was a good chance that I would get bruised. I tightened my jaw and clenched around him, and I let out a deep moan, my body feeling sweaty.
The sound of our bodies colliding together echoed in our ears. I was dripping down my thighs more than ever.
His nails sank into my skin, and he pressed harder against me while yelling, "God."
"Tell me how I make you feel." I was unable to speak due to my gaping jaw when he whispered. "Tell me or I'll stop."
" Good." I said, Fuck—that's really good."
"Yeah?" I can particularly imagine him smirking. "Good." His hands are back down on my ass, the rings burning into me as he smacked his hands.
He continues massaging over them for a few seconds, repeating it repeatedly, until I start screaming incessantly and feel like I'm being burned.
I shook my head. "Harry-" I was unaware of what was happening as my body went limp and my vision went white. As Harry presses his sticky forehead against my shoulder, his wet hair is stuck to my skin.
My body shook, arched up, and hammered as my muscles spasmed and constricted around Harry as he continued to enter me. "Such a good girl, my fuckin whore," he praised me.
"Good fucking girl, you're taking me so well." He released his hold on my throat and put his arms around my waist as his climax devastated him. When the intensity of it hit him, he whimpered and swore, lost his rhythm, snapped his hips to crush his centers together, and then his entire body clenched and jerked. His mouth was gaping, moans escaping.
I was left there, holding onto the railing for dear life and gasping for air. fully perceptive. I doubt that I could even move, much less think. His chest rose and fell as if he had just run a marathon as he pulled me to stand straight with my back against his wet chest.
He laughs as he drags us to the ground. I wince from the pressure on my ass, but Harry continues to laugh.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Harry utters huskily.
closing my eyes I hummed. " Just need a second please." When I was done with the "second" which felt like an hour later, Harry cried me to the bathroom, cleaning me up and letting me fresh up. He then cleans himself up and we're both back outside, Harry driving and me laying down on the couches.
"Let me help you out here." Harry assisted me out of the boat while gripping my hands. I leaned into him with my feet on the soft sand and his arms around my waist.
"Are you hungry?" Harry turns to face me and asks. My eyes ran up his chest—my marks on him
"A little." He hums while I mumble.
"Then we shall eat." Grabbing the sunglasses from my head, he slips them over his head, gabbing at the cigarette placed on his ear.
I reach into my handbag for a lighter and lean over to light his cigarette while standing on my tiptoes. After his cheeks begin to hollow out, he resumes walking.
I follow behind, catching up to him. "You're a slow walker."
"Uh uh—you just walk fast." I smiled as I watched Harry remove the cigarette from his mouth while blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth. He looks down at me and places the cigarette between my lips, which I take happily.
I let the smoke fill me up while I closed my eyes and felt at ease. "Do you want hamburgers?" Harry asks in whispers, and tilting my head up, I stare into his eyes with a hum. He walks towards a restaurant, opening the door.
Walking in first, I stopped in front of the front desk. The woman smiled at me, and I turned to look at Harry, shifting on my feet.
Harry places a hand on my back and looks at the woman. " Mesa para dos." she was a breathtaking vision, with eyes that sparkled like diamonds and a smile that could make me want to memorize her.
I moved to the chairs and sat down, squinting slightly from the ache in my ass. My gaze returns to Harry as he sits in front of me, his lips slightly amused and his eyes wrinkled from laughter.
"Shut up." I shifted uneasily on the seat and rolled my eyes as I picked up the menu. It hurt like hell.
"Promise to rub your ass when we get back to the hotel."
I hiss and drop my menu, saying, "Harry, lower your voice, you idiot." with a shrug.
" Why? Kinda like letting everyone know I get to fuck you." Ignoring his behavior, I picked up my menu again, my eyes scanning the different kinds of burger options. Pulling down my menu, Harry smiles and says, "Don't get mad."
"Take a look at your menu," I said, his eyes darting to meet mine.
"Yes, mommy." His eyes were fixed on mine, totally enthralled by my every move, causing me to stop moving and catch my breath. He seemed unable to take his eyes off of me, fascinated by every expression on my face—smile, grimace, or flicker of emotion.
"You're annoying." I clenched my jaw in the hopes that he wouldn't notice my response to the nickname. However, I could tell otherwise by the way he smiled, pinching his lips with a finger. I knew he had something up his sleeve, and whatever it was, I wanted to know.
I adored Harry and the tiny bubble in which we were currently living. Just the two of us, knowing that we desired one another like the moon craved the stars, away from our problems and realities. Harry helped me under this spell, which I found impossible to escape.
His focus was unwavering as if he were trying to decipher the unspoken language of my companion's expressions. "Welcome, I'll be your waiter for today. How can I help you?" As I turn my attention away from Harry and toward the person in front of me, a deep voice echoes between us.
In whatever room he entered, he stood tall and demanded attention with his presence. with his chiseled features and beautiful dark hair. His attractive face was the ideal fusion of seductive charm and tough masculinity. "Hi," I smiled back, feeling this weird tingling in my body, feeling Harry's stare engraved in my bottle.
"Can I please get some spirit?" The man nods with a smile, a dimple appearing on his cheeks, writing down my drink order: "I'll get a Corona."
He continued to glance at me as I turned to face Harry. He looks enraged, his eyes dark and menacing, as if he were prepared to rip everything from me, including my soul.
My heart began to beat more quickly in my chest, sending goosebumps through my entire body. "And for food?"
Turning back towards the man, I clear my throat. "A bacon cheeseburger," he hums, turning to look at Harry. "I do the same."
Meeting his stare, my eyebrows furrowed and Harry's jaw clenched. "I'll get the same thing."
"Will that be all?" The two of us were silent as we simply stared at one another, attempting to understand one another's thoughts.
As I escape from this loop, I turn to see the man... "That'll be all, thank you."
"It's my pleasure." He exits, and Harry and I are once more alone.
"Just wanted to put a bullet right through his fucking skull." I whirled to face Harry, raising my brows.
"Are you insane?" He shrugs as I place my hands flat on the table.
"For you, yeah." I was almost speechless as I sat there, my mouth dry. "The way he just fucking looked at you."
"He's only working, Harry," I said in a subdued voice, but he remained silent. He simply stared at me, as though considering what he could do.
"And you—always so fucking nice."
"That's not a bad thing." I shook my head in disbelief as he hummed, "Being nice is just having manners," with a chuckle. "Are you going to be upset at me for something I'm unable to change, Harry?"
"I'm not mad at you. No, never that. I'm angry with him because he thinks it's okay to stare at you like that."
Rolling my eyes, I lean on my chair, coping with Harry's position. His eyes drop towards my chest; my arms make my thighs push up; and then his dark eyes are back towards my brown ones.
"Well, Harry, that's insane; you can't just kill everyone who looks at me."
"Call me crazy, then. I don't want anyone else to see you the way I see you," he shrugs.
" Relax." I exhaled deeply. "You sound very jealous at this moment." When Harry says nothing, a laugh escapes my lips. "Oh, my God, you're jealous."
Our drink being placed in front of us caused me to laugh. "Are you seriously jealous?" I will go to you once the man leaves.
" No." Harry rolled his eyes, sat up a little bit, grabbed the beer bottles, and tilted his head up to drink.
I laughed and leaned closer to say, "Yes." "It's okay; it'll be our little secret," I muttered as I took my cup. "Kinda like a man being jealous over me."
" Juliet." I look away with a small smile, "Shut up."
Giggling, I nodded " Fine." breaking out into a fit of laughter I adds "But you're still jealous."
" And so what if I am?" Harry raised an eyebrow " Not denying it that I get jealous whenever a man looks or touches you." he clenched his jaw like he remembered something, and I knew exactly what he remembered.
"So you got jealous when Louis fucked me?" I tilt my head, watching his reaction. Harry's jaw clenched so fiercely that his entire demeanor shifted. His brows furrowed slightly as he stared with a mixture of longing and displeasure. Their eyes narrowed with a tinge of envy. His eyes remained on the target of their lust, so it was obvious that a hint of jealousy had set in.
"Juliet," my name on his tongue, sounded like a warning, one I so badly wanted to challenge. With a chuckle, I curled my bottom lip. "So if that's a yes?"
He stares at me for a few minutes. Harry's eyes burned with a green fire; his gaze fixated on me. Underneath his cool appearance, envy simmered, and it was shown by a faint grimace that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"And what if I was?" Harry arched a brow. "Will you fuck him up again? get a raise out of me?"
" Maybe." My voice grew softer as my lips curled into a grin. "Will you fuck it out of me?"
"So that's what you want? If you want me to fuck you again, all you have to do is ask, You don't need to act like a brat, babe." Before I can respond, our plates are placed in front of us. He chuckles low, and our voices are practically whispery. I grin because I'm done annoying and taunting Harry. I just wanted to know more about him.
After a little period of silence between Harry and me, we both felt at ease. "Could you tell me more about your family?" I asked softly. Harry stayed silent, and I looked away. "How about we answer a question for a question? Even though you probably know so much about me."
"I don't know everything about you, Juli." He leans in after I hum. "M' serious, just remember what Zayn told me about and what you have already told me."
Swallowing again Harry blinks at me. "Ask me a question, Princess."
Rolling my eyes at the nickname, I looked away. "Uh—why did you leave your family if they're normal?"
"Starting strong, eh?" he chuckles. With a shrug, he clears his throat. "They're just really controlling, religious people who didn't like the way I lived my life, and I didn't like theirs; therefore, they're not normal. I left because I didn't feel at home in the family, I didn't like being the boss around, and I liked having my connections and power. I craved that power; being powerful, having money, and living back at home—I wouldn't be able to have that." He shrugs. "And I try not to see them as much."
I nodded. "So you just never got along with them?"
"Uh uh. My turn." As I roll my eyes, I nod.
"Did you always hate your mother, or did this hatred develop later in life—pretty close to the time of her passing?"
I shift into my seat and look away. " I think I started hating her when I understood the meaning of emotions." He stays silent. "or at least what I think it means—sometimes I don't understand my emotions. But as a young girl, I loved my mom; who didn't? She was awful, but I never understood that till I witnessed kids with their mom and her words; after that, I just had this hatred for her and myself because I didn't understand what was wrong with me."
Harry responds with a firm "Nothing. Your mother was just—a heartless person. You did nothing wrong; she was simply an empty soul who took it out on others, including her kids," he shrugs. "I got to experience it myself; she had no love for anyone."
Harry was right. I knew she took out her anger on us—on Zayn mostly; it was like it made her happy knowing we were suffering. I knew deep down that maybe she did love me, but I refused to believe that.
I hated talking about my mother—everything about her just makes me uncomfortable. I hated the way my heart felt whenever I thought about what I could've done to make our relationship better. "What about your sister?" I suggested shifting the subject. "Do you ever miss her?"
"I do." Harry says with a smile, "She rebelled too; she works as a sex worker, but we're not close—not since I left. Gemma was angry with me because I left her without providing her a reason, but I had none of my own," he says, clearing his throat. "A good one, at least; I miss our relationship when we were kids and having someone so close to me that I was able to trust." He chewed on his inner cheeks and said, "It feels so different when we talk."
"So when you got here, you were homeless?"
"You wait for your turn." He shakes his head, leans forward, and wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb. "Messy girl." My face heated up, and I looked away, feeling embarrassed. "Don't get all shy on me, pretty thing." Looking back towards Harry, he is downing his drink.
"Shut up!" I giggled. "Ask me a question?" eating another french fry Harry nodded with a smile I didn't understand. He looked so happy.
His face lit up with a radiant smile, his eyes sparkling with pure joy and his laughter filling the air. Happiness emanated from every fiber.
"Your father, do you get along with him?"
I smiled with a nod. " I love him. He was always my rock growing up, my leader, he played both roles most of the time— helped me when my mother passed away, help me get back into painting, helped me become myself, and go into the medical race. I think he's a good man but when he got with my mother things changed. Have you met him?"
" I have." Harry nods.
Once we were done eating, Harry and I were back walking down the sand. The beach was a tropical haven with golden sand and beautiful water. The repetitive sound of waves smashing on the shore offered a calming soundtrack, while a gentle wind delivered the salty aroma of the ocean. The vibrant colors of beach umbrellas and towels dotted the landscape, creating a lively and inviting atmosphere.
We moved toward a quiet spot farther down the beach where there was nobody around.
I sat down next to Harry after he laid a long towel on the ground and watched the waves crash into one another while the crystal blue just caught my attention.
"Do you want to have kids in the future?" Harry suddenly asked, capturing my attention. For some reason, I felt like we'd talked about this before, but this time the question felt a little different.
"I do." "When I'm ready, but I'm so scared, Harry," I muttered.
"It's normal to be afraid, Juli."
"I'm afraid that I'm going to be a terrible mother, that I won't know how to love my child or how to take care of them correctly, that I'll be just like the woman who I'm supposed to call mom." He shakes his head and turns away.
"Juliet, look at me." My eyes turned towards Harry, and his eyebrows were furrowed. His eyes were kind and warm, like a gentle caress for my soul. They appeared to be genuinely interested in me, to understand me, and to accept me without passing judgment. I felt comforted, seen, and valued when I looked into his eyes.
"I've seen how you talk to my daughters, how kind and considerate you are, how much you love them, how your face lights up, and how happy they are to see or even speak to you—fuck." He shakes his head.
"My daughters have never felt the way they do about anyone as they do about you. Constantly, when you're not at my house, they ask me about it, and they tell me stories of what you did with them and how they felt. It's a never-ending loop, and if you can act like that with kids that aren't even yours, imagine when you have your own. Imagine when you have your own, the love they'll have for you, the love you'll have for them."
Silence lingered between us, and Harry swallowed roughly, cupping my face. "As a parent, being one will never be easy. No matter the books, advice, or meetings you attend, being a parent is the most challenging thing in this world, and I'm not saying I'm the most perfect parent because I have my flaws. I've had things that made me do the way I raise my kids. But I believe in you; you can be everything a child is."
My heart beats faster, and my mind runs wild—I felt so many emotions pour out of me. My sensitivity was like a finely tuned instrument, picking up on the emotions and needs of others with grace and compassion. I had a knack for understanding and empathizing, offering a comforting presence in times of distress.
Suddenly, before I can think, before I can stop myself, I'm leaning forward, wrapped in their arms, feeling their heartbeat against my chest. As our lips meet, a surge of electricity courses through my body, setting every nerve ablaze. The kiss is deep and passionate, a whirlwind of emotions swirling between us. It's as if time stands still, and in that moment, you know that you've found something truly extraordinary.
I pull away and mumble against his lips. "You don't know how badly I needed to hear that." He chuckles against my lips, pushing his face towards me again, grabbing the sides of his neck and pulling him towards me, his lips meeting mine. As soon as our mouths meet, there's a surge of pressure, and Harry sucks in a loud gasp through his nostrils, attacking my lips with a desperate and frantic kiss. I can feel my emotions inside me.
Pulling away again I stared into Harry's eyes; they were like a lush forest, with hues of deep green that mesmerized and captivated me. The emerald irises glisten with a hint of mischief, reflecting their vibrant personalities and zest for life. Looking into those green eyes feels like getting lost in a world of enchantment and wonder.
"Do you? Do you want more kids?" Harry bites his lower lip with a single shrug.
"If it's with the right person," My eyes shifted from his eyes to his lips, and I nodded. He will get the right person, who wouldn't do the same as Mariana. I know it. It's what Harry deserves.
I turned my head away and peered around to check whether anyone had been observing Harry and I having sex on the beach. Harry doesn't seem to care about his lips, sliding down my jaw and kissing and licking everywhere.
He pushes me down until my back hits the towel, his body hovering over my mine. Harry was lifting my dress. His mouth was lowered to latch around my breast over my clothes as he leaned forward to put his hand next to my head, nibbling and sucking against it. He places his fingertips between my thighs, pushing my bikini to the side and brushing his fingers on my clit, making my hips jerk. I feel like my center has its own heartbeat.
"You're so perfect," Harry murmured against me, and I whimpered. I was so sensitive—it hurt when he ran his fingers through everywhere—but I needed him more than ever.
"Please, Harry," I said, closing my eyes tightly. My words are cut short when he applies pressure to my clit, his teeth gently tugging at my nipple before moving on to the other to give it the same attention, and I gasp Harry pulling down the straps of my dress to have better access.
"Please." I close my eyes and moan out.
My breath froze in my throat, and my chest rose as Harry pulled away again, towering over my body and brushing my hair out. "Can I take this shit off, please?"
"What if we get caught?" I was breathing harshly, staring up at him. he glowed. He was like a walking ray of sunshine, his skin aglow with a golden hue. The sun's gentle touch has bestowed upon them a radiant and luminous aura, making them shine from within.
"Look around, babe—not a single person. And if we do, who fuckin' cares? Another day in Spain wouldn't hurt."
Placing my hand on his warm chest, I laughed, biting my lower lips. His were swollen, red, and glossy from our intense kiss.
"Go ahead." I breathed out—this only seemed to spark Harry's interest, pulling the dress away from my body. The thought of getting caught sent adrenaline through my whole body.
I crave the rush—the surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. The thrill-seeker within them thrives on that exhilarating feeling, with my heart pounding and the senses heightened.
"That's my pretty fucking slut. Always listen to me, so you can get what you want. such a good girl." Harry grinned menacingly while his eyes darted to my mouth and backed up again. "My good girl."
"Fuck me, please." Harry's jaw tightened. As he leaned in to kiss me, he swallowed forcefully, his throat quivering.
"Be a good little slut, "Harry uttered into my mouth. He let go of his hand and slid it between my thighs. "Good girls get good things. " He dipped his fingers between my folds, collecting my arousal on his fingers.
Harry sucks against a spot below my ear, sending chills down my back, making a low hum that trails off into a moan deep in his throat. "I want you to keep your hands here; don't move them. Do you think you can do that for me?" He mumbles against my skin, dragging my hands above my head.
I whimper with a nod." I can't tie you up here, but I need you to keep your hands up there, okay?"
Nodding again, Harry smiles, "Good girl—such a good girl for me."
When he raises his mouth to drag his lips across my cleavage and brush his wet tongue over my chest, he mumbles against my body, "Tell me, Mommy, how does it feel to get fucked at the beach where anyone can see us?"
"Good," I manage to pant out instead, squeezing my eyes closed as my hips buck up against his fingers when he dips them down to slip through my wet center and tease at my entrance before pulling them back up. "Really good," I cry out, the nickname sending chills all over my body.
My breathing becomes even more erratic as my stomach swirls and twists as he lowers his hands and moves his head from my neck to my chest to latch his mouth around my breast again.
"Let me know how you're feeling." When he dips his fingers down to my entrance while his mouth is on my nipples, I feel myself going into a spiral. He's sinking his middle and ring fingers inside me as his damp forehead drops against my head, and he begins to thrust them inside me. I choke on a moan.
"Fuck," I moan, taking my back off the towel and crying out—Harry's thighs were on either side of my own as well, feeling the heat of his body.
It's like a warm embrace—a comforting sensation that envelops you in pure bliss. It's a feeling of contentment and satisfaction where every worry and stress melt away. It's as if the world aligns perfectly and you're in harmony with the universe, basking in the goodness of the moment.
My nipples felt so sensitive that I swore I could get an orgasm just like that—that I would cum right on his fingers from his mouth swirling around my nipples, sucking on them, humming to each low moan that escapes into the thick air.
I squeezed around his fingers, my hands fisting and my nails digging into the palms of my hands. God, I so badly wanted to touch him and run my nails down his perfect body.
"Tell me how it feels," he murmured, the cold air hitting my nipple and causing me to shiver all over.
"It feels like—oh, god, it feels like—" When he twists his fingers and massages my insides, I whimper. His fingers kept a pace I couldn't control, his mouth wrapping around my nipples again. "It feels so good. I love how you make me feel; please don't stop."
"Good fucking girl, you're always so good to me."
"Please," I said. "I'm gonna." I try to get away from Harry, who is squeezing me in close. "I'm gonna."
"I know." Harry whispered "Fuckin' clenching around my fingers—so good to me, mommy, you're just my fucking slut. Always ready for anything." Harry chuckles,
" Please," I beg his pace to quicken.
"You're being so good for me tonight. Do you want more?" I nodded once more. "Words, princess?" he tuts. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."
" You," I answer in a single breath, my legs raised, my back arching. "You already have Ms." He whispered, and I shook my head. "You want my cock, don't you?" Harry whispered, and I nodded.
"I'll give it to you; give you anything. Just cum on my finger, pretty thing." He smiles clutching the insides of my thighs and pinning them open. I sigh and gasp when I feel two of his fingers rubbing over my clitoral area again. "Yes, Harry. Please, please, we need more." I groan.
His eyes dropped between my legs; his eyes were growing dark. He ran his tongue over his lips, breathing heavily. " whore."
The fire in my lower stomach explodes. Tension snaps within me as I have my first orgasm of the night. He slows down but doesn't stop dragging out my high until I'm twitching in his hands.
"So good for me. I love watching you come." In a low, drawling voice, he says. I was left panting, trying to control how my legs were shaking, and I looked up into his eyes as the orgasms had utterly destroyed me. "Turn around," he commands.
I get on all floors happy that this towel was big—it was big enough for a few more people too. Harry pushes my head down while further opening my legs.
I gasp, feeling his hands tangled in my hair, fisting it harshly. Harry shifts in my direction, and I can hear the echo of his booming voice. "Hands are your back."
I follow instructions properly; thrills course through me. As Harry wraps his hands over my wrist while rubbing his palms over my ass, I whimper and arch my back slightly.
"So fucking perfect." I felt Harry's lip on my ass, pressing a kiss to the bruises he left earlier. Despite how much it hurt, I wanted him to hit me again, to feel the pain he gave me.
"Hit me." I murmured, wiggling my ass.
" yeah?" With a nod, he taps his hand on the skin of my behind to coerce an answer. I take a deep breath. "Please."
I'm taken aback when he slaps my right cheek in response to my answer; it's not particularly harsh, but it's enough to leave a dull burn.
"Harder!" I let out a yell. His hand connects with my right cheek, cracking against me much harder than the first time, the stinging smack against my skin echoing throughout the space, and a frightened squeak from me.
"Dirty little whore—like the way I make you feel?"
Whimpering, I nodded, "I do." And Harry chuckles. He does the same thing on the other cheek, but this time a little harder, leaving a hot burn radiating on my skin.
Suddenly, I felt his tip run through me. "So fucking messy," he murmured, using his other hand to rub it up my thighs, his finger sliding through my wetness.
"Such a dirty little thing!" Harry gasps as the blunt tip of his hard length traces against my aching pussy, slipping through the arousal coating it. He teases my clit with the head of his length, and I press my hips back to increase friction, gasping at the sensation.
"Please, Harry, I need you." I whimper, desperate from the tension coiled in my stomach and desperate to feel him, to find some release.
I can sense his presence as he bottoms out with each thrust. I groan at the sensation, meeting his thrusts as best I can. Harry's thrusts are met with a loud, guttural grunt from him as he pours all of his energy into them and lets out ragged breaths.
"Suck a fucking cock slut. Love it when I fuxk you hard?" He grinds his teeth, sounding drunk and out of breath.
"Mhm. Who else can fuck you this good?"
"Louis," I tease, eyes rolling back. Harry growls, sliding his free hand from my hip to hold my throat and yank my face up; he uses his "Is that so?" snarl. His thrust was getting sharp—so sharp that it sent me into a spiral. my head dizzy with so much lust. "Fuckin' pathetic."
" Harder." I whimper, "Please."
"Does Louis fuck you this hard?"
All I can say is "Oh god." Harry digs his nails into my thighs, our bodies colliding with each other with each thrust. He was so violent and so hard that it left me in a daze. "Mhm, answer me?" He's grunting and cursing, and it's only driving me to another climax.
"I'm going to come." I let out a gasp. As my walls close up around him, he stops for a second, causing me to panic, my heart raising and my head turning over my shoulder, his movement slower than before. He continues to drive into me, letting his sweaty forehead rest against my shoulder and whining a shameless moan.
"Fucking answer me or I'll stop. Does Louis fuck you this good? this hard?"
"No." I whimper after whimper. I'm utterly fucked out of my mind. I'm pulling hard as my mouth opens wide to scream out. My body twitches as I squirm on the towel. He sighs a sigh of relief, and he collapses on top of me. My body buzzes, sweats, and shakes when I feel him inside me.
"Shit," he says, bragging harshly in the hair of my neck. Rolling till he was laying down next to me, I dragged myself down, staying in the same position utterly out of energy.
Fuck, I whispered, turning my head to look at Harry, who has a hand under his head and is looking up at the sky, breathing heavily. He turns to look at me, his mouth breaking into a smile.
"Spain, am I right?"
Laughing, I nodded, "A fucking dream."