"Harry, that would just be a mess," I explained.
"It's obvious that Aaron can't do what I can, sexually. And I know I'm, emotionally, not what you want. So, why not have your cake and eat it too."
"You make it sound so—" I started in a mumble but he cut me off.
"It's really quite simple. We just agree to keep this between the two of us. We can stop when either of us wants to, no questions asked." He, finally cracked a smile, but his eyes were still distant. "It's really fun to have something secret. I think you're just afraid of how much you'd enjoy it."
Shifting uncomfortably in my chair, I felt mad at myself because even though I hated to admit it, he was winning me over.
"If I agree to this," I started.
"Yes." He smiled, looking victorious.
"If," I asserted, "If I say okay, we can never tell anyone. Anyone. Ever. And no holding this over someone's head. No blackmail."
"Of course." He chuckled.
"Harry, I'm being serious!" I warned.
"I am too," he said, staring at me, his eyes dark with lust.
I looked back at him across the table. What was I getting myself into? What had I already got myself into? The attraction between us was undeniable. And even though I was repairing things with Aaron, Harry was the distraction that I kept coming back to. Maybe I just needed to get him out of my system.
I knew it sounded crazy, but perhaps the best way out of this wasn't to deny it, but rather go through it. At this point, something had to be done. It was going to happen one way or another, so why not have it be on my own terms?
"Ok," I whispered.
"What?" he asked, shocked.
"Ok. Sure. Let's do it." His face broke into a wolfish grin as he got up from the table and moved towards me. I quickly rose as well and maintained the distance between us. "I'm just saying that I will explore the possibility of this," I clarified.
His eyes drifted over my body. He looked like he was planning all the things he was going to do to me. I squirmed under his gaze. His eyes were anything but sweet, they were hungry. Just the way he looked at me made my core weep.
"So, you like getting off in front of people," he stated. And all the blood in my face felt on fire.
"Harry," I whispered.
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself last time."
His eyes held mine whilst he cornered me against the kitchen counter. Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and lifted me up on the countertop. I gasped when he settled himself between my legs. I'd never been afraid of Harry, but he was definitely still angry about the other night and I had just given him permission to exact sexual revenge. I, timidly, tried to kiss him but he pushed me away.
"No," he said, "No. Actually, I want a little reprise of the other night." He chuckled and rested his hands on my hips.
"What?" I whispered.
"You said we could explore. I want to explore watching you."
"Harry, that was—I can't—"
"You can and you will!" he barked. I jumped. He slowly backed away from me. He grabbed a chair from the table and positioned it in front of me, sitting down. "Take off your shorts."
I slid off the counter and shyly began to peel myself out of my shorts.
"Faster," he commanded and I quickly let them fall to my ankles. "Good. Now your knickers," he continued without missing a beat. I quickly let those fall too. "Get back on the counter." I did. "Spread your legs for me." I slowly let my legs fall open. "Wider." I leaned back and opened them a little further. I was so wet that I could smell myself. He definitely could too. With a smile, he uttered his last request. "Now, show me again."
"Harry, I don't think–" I stumbled. I was incredibly self-conscious. I know I had done this for him before, but this was different.
"I didn't ask what you thought," he stated simply, "I want you to show me. Again," he repeated. He pulled his shirt off over his head. My body was hot with embarrassment.
"Vivian," he said. I looked at him, he softened a bit. "Don't be shy baby. After the last time, it's all I can think about."
I could see the bulge forming in his black jeans. Him, shirtless and horny in front of me was all the assurance I needed. I sucked on two of my fingers to get them wet, then slowly began to rub my clit.
My nipples hardened in my bra. My fingers worked a little faster while I grew more aroused. I began to remember how I felt the last time I did this, how sexy and powerful I'd felt and that gave me the confidence to keep going. I reached under my shirt to play with my nipples.
Sighing, I began to rub my clit faster. Easing a finger into myself, I closed my eyes and moaned, recalling the first time with Harry in Sandbanks. My core began to ache. I bit my bottom lip, savouring the memory.
Suddenly I felt Harry grab my hand. My eyes opened to see him standing between my legs. He replaced my hand with his and began to caress the entire area of my slick warmth. Slowly he stroked my clit with his thumb, teasing me. I wriggled under his touch, wanting more. He pressed with more intention and then began to move in the same slow circles I used on myself. I moaned.
"Yes." He smiled, "You seem to like that," he teased, "How about this?" he asked and changed his movement on my clit. Instantly my hips bucked into his hand, wanting more. He chuckled and pressed my hips back on the counter and kept going.
It was driving me crazy. I was aching with so much arousal, wanting something inside of me. To my relief, he slowly pushed two fingers into my weeping core and pressed his thumb against my clit. I whimpered in pleasure. He bit his lip whilst his eyes raced over my body. My hips began to grind against his hand.
Ever so often he'd change his grip in me and I'd moan. But soon I began to get frustrated. I was getting close, but not close enough. Whilst his fingers slid in and out of me, I desperately wanted to grab his head and push it between my legs.
Finally, I whispered, "Harry,"
"Yes?"
"I...I need you to..."
"To what Vivian? Use your words,"
"To go down on me," I muttered, turning away from him.
Leaning in, he groaned into my ear, "Now, why would I do that?"
"Because," I continued, confessing, "Because I want to come,"
"What? You can't come from my fingers?" He challenged.
Just as I tried to form an answer, he started thrusting the full length of his fingers in and out of me, his thumb making rough circles around my clit. I cried out loudly in surprise.
My toes curled. I was so close to the edge that I could do nothing but grind against his hand. He roughly groped my breasts through my shirt, leading me to the very precipice of my climax before he said, "Not yet Vivian," and abruptly stopped.
His fingers pulled out of me and I whimpered. Then he picked me up and placed me over his shoulder, carrying me out of the kitchen into his room whilst playfully smacking my bum. I began to laugh when he threw me down on his bed. But the moment I saw the look in his eyes, I stopped laughing.
His eyes were consumed with lust. They were animalistic. I suddenly felt trapped, like I was his prey. He stared me down, took off his jeans and pulled down his briefs in one quick motion. I licked my lips. He was hard and huge.
He paused for a second then he said, "You made me beg. No one makes me beg." It rolled off his tongue like it was a simple explanation, almost like it was an apology. No, definitely an apology.
Before I could figure out what he was apologising for, he quickly crawled on top of me, spread my legs wide open, grabbed my hips, and slammed himself into me.
"Harry!" I screamed.
His fingers dug into my hips and he slammed into me again, moaning, satisfying himself in me. He was so thick it hurt. He filled me completely, stretching my walls with every single thrust.
Soon enough he pushed my shirt up over my breasts and roughly pulled the cups of my bra down so he could grab my breasts while he pounded into me. He groped and pushed them together, his thrust becoming faster. He was using me for his pleasure. He didn't seem to care if I came, he just wanted satisfaction from my body.
Although he didn't seem to care about getting me off, he definitely was. I began to moan with every thrust. I was close again, the feeling of him deep inside me was driving me to the edge.
"Oh you like that, do you? Like to be used?" he asked between thrusts.
"Yes!" I cried.
He smiled and eased out of me, pulling me up to a sitting position. "Take those off," he said dismissively referring to my top and bra.
As I did, he moved to sit with his back resting against the headboard. His length bounced against his stomach. He quickly reached out, grabbed the back of my head and led it down to his dick.
"Suck it," he seethed. He kept his grip on my head whilst I began to take him in my mouth and, slowly, pressed. "All of it," he groaned.
I could taste myself on him as I opened my mouth wide to take all of him in. I made my tongue relax and tried not to gag when he hit the back of my throat. He kept pressing, so I took him in further, sliding him down my throat. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore I felt my lips meet the base of his length, he moaned loudly and, finally, he let go.
I was left gasping for air when he slid out of my mouth. He looked pleased and it made me happy. I settled between his legs again and took him back into my mouth. This time it was easier. I swirled my tongue around him whilst my head bobbed up and down, covering his shaft entirely with my saliva. His hands rested in my hair, massaging my scalp. His hips began to roll. I brought my hand to his balls and softly began to caress them.
"Fuck, Vivian," he moaned.
Confident, I pressed him all the way back into my throat again. I loved it. I loved knowing that I was getting him off. But, just as I got used to deep throating him, his hips began to buck, harder, into my mouth. I lost my rhythm. I tried to get it back, but he was groaning and roughly grabbing my head.
He held me still and began to fuck my throat, pushing all the way into my mouth again before he moaned, "Swallow." I did as though I could swallow his dick whole and the next instant, he came. "Fuck!" he groaned loudly; his hot semen shooting down my throat. I struggled through his load, but finally swallowed.
When his dick softened, he easily slid out of my mouth. I looked up at him and he smiled at me. His eyes were heavy from his orgasm. He rested back against the headboard.
"Come here," he whispered. I brought my face to his. He kissed me passionately, running his tongue over mine, tasting himself in my mouth. I moaned, straddled him and pressed myself against his body.
I was crazy with lust, in dire need of an orgasm or two. But, his kisses were intoxicating and distracting me. Then, slowly, he began to run his hands over my body. Just tracing his fingertips over my shoulders and back. I was grinding myself against him, desperately trying to get a release.
"Harry," I whimpered but he just grabbed my face and went back to kissing me. Frustrated, I brought my hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit myself. A sigh followed, into his mouth. He quickly reached down and ripped my hand away.
"Please Harry," I begged. He just stared back at me, unimpressed. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
"For what?"
"For what I did."
"What did you do?"
"I teased you," I confessed.
"And?" he asked, wanting clarification.
"I made you beg. I'm so sorry." I looked back at him, genuinely penitent.
"Are you?" he asked, while he took his other hand and began to roll one of my nipples. That made me moan.
"Yes, I really am." My hips were grinding against his. He kissed my neck. It just made me more frustrated. "I'm begging you," I whined. He started biting my neck, teasing me further. Frustrated, I grabbed the hand that was on my breast and pressed it between my legs. "Please," I whispered. Before he could pull his hand away, I pushed two of his fingers with mine into my wetness. "I need to come," I said, moaning and sliding my fingers into my core with his, showing him how badly I needed him to fuck me.
"Well," he chuckled, "since you asked so nicely..." he trailed off and slowly started working his fingers in and out with mine. I cried out loudly with my head tilted back in pleasure.
Flipping me onto my back, he pulled my hand away and quickly buried his head between my legs. He began to lick my clit and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My walls immediately began to tighten. I looked down at him to see him looking up at me. His gaze was intense and primal, the message was clear, he wasn't going to stop until I climaxed.
I spread my legs wider so he could suck my clit and he did. I began to writhe, my hands running across his hair and my body. I didn't know what to do with myself. I just wanted pleasure and he was giving it to me. I nearly screamed when I went over the edge. My legs closed around his head and I twisted around on his bed. He didn't stop until I pushed his mouth away.
As I lay in a haze, he crawled up my body and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself in his mouth. After a few moments he began to press himself against my thigh. I looked down and saw that his beautiful dick was hard again.
With a smile, I pulled his hips up to my chest. He quickly straddled me and began to rub his cock in between my breasts and over my nipples. I sucked him into my mouth. His dark eyes stayed on my breasts as he growled in pleasure. It made me moan around his shaft.
I squeezed my breasts together and he began to thrust between them. I occasionally took the tip into my mouth as we rocked back and forth. He groaned when I did. Soon both of us wanted something more.
He got off of my chest and positioned himself under me and sat me on his lap. My hands rested on his chest for balance. I slowly eased myself onto his shaft. I was so wet that his impressive length easily slid in and out of me. When he reached forwards to finger my clit, I began to ride him faster.
I heard him grunt while he tried to keep up with me and I moaned as well, feeling myself get close. But, he grabbed my hips and slowed us down. He began to thrust into me slowly, moaning and enjoying every inch of me.
With every inch of his shaft stretching and filling me, my toes curled. I leaned on his chest and began to kiss him. He kept a hand on my clit and brought his other hand to my breasts, carefully pinching my nipples while he fucked me. Within the next minute, my core began to spasm again and he twitched with me.
"That's it," he moaned, "Come for me, baby." He kissed me and held my hips as I arched my back. He furiously thrust into me while I worked my clit with my fingers.
"Harry," I cried and broke our kiss, feeling myself quickly fall over the edge. I came, hard, around his length. My legs were shaking while my hips jerked up and down. Finally, I felt myself go limp in his arms. His hands ran over my breasts and stomach while I rested my head on his shoulder, catching my breath.
Then, his hips began to move again. "You think we're done?" he teased.
It was only then that I realised that he was still hard and still inside me. He chuckled and flipped me easily onto my stomach so he could pull my arse against his crotch. He quickly slid himself into me from behind.
The sounds of his body slapping against mine had me going all over again. I began to thrust back against him. He just grabbed my hips and thrust deeper into me. My hand reached to rub my clit, wanting to climax again. He reached forward and began to massage my breasts and bite my neck. Another orgasm was around the corner. Moaning into the bed, my toes curled and I cried into the sheets.
"Bloody hell," he groaned and slid himself all the way in me. He was enjoying the way I pulsed around his shaft while I orgasmed.
He let me rest for a moment before turning me onto my back. He wiped my hair out of my face, put my legs on his shoulders and pushed his still hard dick into me. He looked at me like I was something to be devoured.
Loving his holding gaze on me, I spread my legs wide and he brought his fingers between us, rubbing my clit. My head craned back in a moan. He then brought his fingers to my mouth. I accepted them and tasted myself, licking and sucking his fingers clean. Only he could do this to me. Only he could get me to behave so sex starved.
Then his pace slowed as he watched me suck his fingers. Once he was satisfied, his mouth fell to my chest to suck on my nipples, occasionally nibbling them while his thrusts grew faster. He pulled me in for a kiss. His tongue fucking my mouth while his dick fucked my pussy.
Holding my face, wanting to keep his eyes with mine, he looked into me, through me, to the core of my desire. His hand left my cheek to return to my clit. I saw the glint in his eyes when I reacted. No matter how I wavered, he kept our eye contact. First, he punished me by not letting me come, now he was punishing me by making me orgasm as many times as he could.
He smiled, as he studied me. Watching. Waiting. Suddenly, I felt myself climaxing again. My hips began to move to their own rhythm. My breathing became heavy and I let out a long, loud, "Oh my goodness!" as he ripped another orgasm out of me.
He pulled out of me and gave me a wide grin before kissing me. I was covered in sweat and was so far past exhaustion that I felt alive. So, when he put his dick back into me, instead of feeling annoyed, I was exhilarated.
"Harry!" I cried in both pleasure and shock. I returned his intense gaze and moved my hips with his, kissing him and sucking his tongue into my mouth. He was moaning. "Harder," I whimpered as I grabbed his arse.
He brought me to the edge of the bed, stood up, grabbed my hips and began to fuck me harder and faster than before. I latched my legs around him, my entire body rocking forward and back with the strength of his thrusts. My breasts bounced as he hammered away at that sweet spot in me.
Pretty soon, I felt my core begin to tighten again. Instead of disbelieving it, I just let my orgasm wash over me. Even he looked surprised, delighted, but still surprised. As he rode out my orgasm, I felt him getting stiff, his hips weren't so fluid anymore. He was going to explode.
He pulled out of me again and commanded, "Kneel." I obeyed. He reached down and pushed two fingers in my mouth, opening it wide. "Stay," he whispered. Then, he began to jerk himself off in front of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and looked up at him, knowing what was coming. I heard his breath catch. "Oh fuck!" he growled loudly and long warm ropes of his semen shot into my mouth and began to drizzle over my chest.
He pushed his hand into the bed when his knees began to buckle. His gorgeous face was contorted with pleasure and I watched him. I began to spread his come across my chest, rubbing it into my skin.
"Oh my God," he moaned as he smiled down at me. He reached down, grabbed my face and roughly pulled me to my feet. "Open wide. I want to see my come in your mouth." I did. "Now swallow," he whispered darkly. I did, he watched my face intently as I did. He smiled. "Good girl." He kissed me roughly. Suddenly, he turned me around and bent me over the bed before smacking my bum and spreading my legs, burying his face in my centre.
I laughed. "Harry! I can't come anymore! I can't!"
"Oh, yes you can," he replied. His laugh got muffled in my centre and I began to giggle uncontrollably.
"I'm telling you, I'm done!" I yelped again while he ran his tongue over my core. He spread my legs wider and shoved his tongue inside me. My laughter quickly became peppered with high pitched moans and he continued to thrust into me with his tongue.
Then he expertly rolled his fingers over my clit. I couldn't believe it. He was right. I could orgasm again. His tongue swirled inside of me as my hands clutched the sheets, my thighs starting to tremble again. I was whimpering and shaking as my orgasm hit me again. Exhausted, I tried to push him away but he just wrapped his arms around my legs and latched his face onto my centre, determined to get yet another orgasm out of me.
"Holy fuck!" I yelled when his tongue did something impossible to describe.
Whatever he was doing made my single orgasm multiply. I rode the waves of his tongue as I came again, vaguely registering him letting go of my legs and pulling me into bed next to him. I was spent and covered in sweat and semen. He kissed me softly on my shoulder and rolled my body over to look at him. He began to kiss me sweetly, stroking my face. He smiled at me in our post-coital haze. He looked amazed and exhausted. I was still unable to put sentences together, so I curled up next him and fell asleep.