The last time I edited this story, it was at 3K reads -- and now it's almost 6K, you horny harriets!! Hold tight -- I'll be updating all weekend with a few new ones to celebrate, along with my other story Un-tying the Knot. Thanks for your patience and all that jazz. Love you guys! 😘😘😘
DOUBLE A/N: This is absolutely my favorite smut I've ever written. So I moved it to the first chapter because it's far better. Sorry for putting them out of order, but it deserves it. :)
ALSO almost to 8K reads in like two weeks. Love all you little fellow hornettes. :)
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"Kelly..." my best friend giggled in my ear, my hands draping around her waist as I try to keep her standing up and walking in a straight line. Unfortunately, my own inebriated state made it pretty difficult to pull off since I couldn't stop my own laughter or the haziness of the alcohol fogging my brain.
"Harry!" I giggled, stumbling a bit in the process of avoiding a strategically placed chair in the hallway as I tried to keep us from face-planting on the floor. "Harry, help me!"
"Help you? How am I gonna help you?" He chuckles, his own eyes hazy and filled with a mixture of liquor and mary jane. He looked over at us as if we were miles away, even though we are only a few feet.
We all burst into a fit of more giggles as we successfully got past the evil chair and continued to meander down the hotel hallway, stumbling into walls and art in the process. My best friend, Lisa, and I started to feel our knees buckling, the floor getting closer and closer as chorus of non-stop laughter bellowed in our wake.
Thankfully, something must have clicked in Harry's brain, and he quickly sidled up to the other side of Lisa, forcing her to loop her other arm around his shoulder so we could stand up straight and keep walking somewhat productively. The giggles didn't stop, though.
In case you were wondering, this is what a free evening on tour with Harry Styles gets you -- a night of debauchery that in this instance lead to a fucked up pop star, this assistant of his (me), and his publicist drunkenly stumbling "home" at 4am. Well, the publicist was certainly the drunkest.
"Heeeeeey, Mr. Styles," Lisa started, but she whined at his glare, abandoning her original line of questioning to address his icy facial features. "Don't look at me like that. I'll tell the press all the dirty details you don't want them to know!"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll fire you," he warned playfully, laughing harder as she trips over her own feet.
"You can't fire me!" She hiccuped. "You neeeeeeeeeeeeed me!"
"The only thing I need is a bloody blowjob," he mutters, eliciting an eruption of laughter from the two of us. "You cockblocked me earlier tonight."
Lisa's arms tighten around my waist as she giggles. "Can't help you there...I only lick pussy..."
As she mutters the words, her lips immediately attach to my neck in response to Harry's scoff, sucking on the soft flesh in the process. I jump at the sudden assault and laugh nervously. Lisa knows I'm straight, but sometimes she forgets when she gets drunk.
Harry glances at both of us amusedly, a pink tint rushing over my cheeks. I had always had a crush on Harry, especially being his assistant for almost five years. But what girl didn't? I pause to glance at Lisa and laugh before amending my thought. Okay, what straight girl didn't have a crush on him?
"Fuck," Lisa whined. "I'm horny," she whispers, gripping her arm tighter around my waist before starting to lick a bold stripe up the nape of my neck.
"Lisa," I warn, but it turns into a nervous fit of giggles as she starts to suck and nibble on my pulse point, sending a shiver down my spine.
"What?" she murmured. "It's not like we haven't done it before..."
My eyes immediately widen and catch Harry's incredibly intrigued eyes boring into my soul as we continued stumbling towards our rooms.
"Hey! Not fair," I laughed nervously. "I was young, confused, and not to mention, extremely trashed. You took advantage of me," I chuckle, trying to play it off to keep my street cred in front of our boss.
"You liked it," she mumbles, her kisses moving down a bit further on my neck and nibbling again, starting to leave marks in their wake.
"No means no," I laugh, gently pushing her off of me. "I fuck guys."
She moaned as she pulled away with a whine, narrowing her focus away from me and onto a very intrigued Harry. She really was horny, and if I wasn't going to play, she was going to find someone who would. Unfortunately for me, the only person here was Harry.
"You know...," she whispers, her arms moving away from my waist to settle in around his. His eyes were gazing into hers intently, and a shot of jealousy ran down my spine. Feeling bold, she moved a hand upwards, making her index and middle fingers playfully walk their way up the expanse of his torso before her palm laid flat over one of his pecs. "I've never slept with a guy before..."
My eyes widen at the declaration, peering up at Harry's bewildered expression. Both of us are staring intently at him.
He simply stares down at her dumbly, shocked as she starts to move her hand back down his chest, gently playing with the hem of his shirt before slipping her hand underneath it to fiddle with the top band of his boxer briefs. I can't help but watch in petrified awe, jealousy swimming deeper over my features as I watch one of my best friends, a friend who doesn't even like guys, take her opportunity to sleep with the man I've been crushing on for years.
"Lisa! You're drunk," I hiss, unable to hold my words back, my tone coming out harsher than I intended. "Let's get you to bed before you do something stupid."
Lisa ignores me and leans in, letting her nose nuzzle against his. I watched his eyes get darker before he dipped his head down, capturing her lips with his, their tongues dancing with each other in heightened ecstasy as his hand gently cupped her face. She slowly pulled away, biting her lip as he gazed at her intently, his eyes trained on her now like a predator eyeing his next meal. The look made my own knees weak and he wasn't even looking at me.
"You wanna get some, girl?" He groans out huskily, tilting his head to the side as a cocky smirk pulls at his pink, puffy lips.
"On one condition," she mutters. He raises his eyebrows curiously. "Kelly has to come too."
Wait...what? What did she just say? They want me to do what? With them? As in...?
Is it hot in here?
I bit my bottom lip as I felt Harry's gaze on me, his eyes working up and down my body slowly, drinking in my figure as his tongue lapped at his lower lip in thought.
"Oh, she can come alright," he smirked, his voice thick with a suggestion that made my entire body weak.
Lisa bursts into giggles as she quickly wraps her arms around our waists, nearly dragging us to the elevators in a faster pace than either of us are accustomed to. Harry and I both ask her where we're going, but instead of answering, she simply slips her hands into the front pocket of his tight black skinny jeans, eliciting a whimper and a swipe of his tongue across his lips in response.
She quickly fumbled with the keycard, putting it into the slot on the elevator before hitting the penthouse floor where Harry was staying. I felt a bundle of nerves start to pool in the base of my stomach as the realization of this situation started to sink in, and I was quickly starting to doubt myself.
Sensing my plight, Lisa gently slid behind Harry, pushing him in my direction.
His body quickly pinned mine against the elevator, his hands settling against the elevator wall on either side of my head. His dark green emeralds found mine, their piercing hue making my breath stop as his face got closer. The closer they got, the darker I saw them become, his eyes nearing black with lust before his lips captured mine for the first time.
The moment I felt his lips, I nearly came undone. I had been dreaming of this moment for as long as I've worked with him, and his lips were just as soft as I had imagined. The taste of bourbon on his tongue mixed with a night of fun made me dizzier than the alcohol already in my bloodstream, and while it took me some time to get out of my own head, I finally started kissing him back.
I can't help but jump slightly when I felt him moan in my mouth. Shocked, I pull away and look up to see Lisa standing on her tippy toes behind him, nibbling ardently on his neck and grinning wildly at me. Once she got my attention, she let one hand slide down the front of his chest while the other reached down to cup the ever-growing bulge in his pants, the back of her hands brushing against my hardening nipples.
He lets his head tip back, his mouth gaping open in pleasure as she continues to caress his clothed manhood, and I can't help but gasp at the sight of the sweetest creature I've ever seen basking in pleasure in front of me. I watched him pull his bottom lip in between his teeth to temper a moan, but the pleasure became too great, letting it pop out before turning his head to let his lips get lost in Lisa's again.
Watching this unfold in front of me is quite a bit intimidating. It's not that I'm new to this, and I'm certainly not a virgin, but this is some porno shit. And despite the flits of jealousy that wander down my body at my best friend being intimate with my forever crush AND our boss, I want this. I want him. I've wanted him for as long as I could remember.
Lisa's mouth drags teasingly down his neck, placing sloppy kisses on his flesh, which forces a whimper and a hiss out of his mouth before his eyes catch mine. I feel his strong hands grip my waist, pushing his hips hard against mine to let me feel just how excited about this he was.
Yes, I definitely wanted this.
The elevator stops, and as soon as it does, Lisa grabs both of our hands and drags us into the hallway. Pausing in front of the door, she quickly slips her hand back into his pocket, eliciting a growl and an intense stare from our manly companion. She playfully smirks before using it to let us in, him falling in step rather quickly behind her.
I hesitate, watching them both walk in so confidently. Did I really want to do this? There was no going back after this happened.
Harry didn't even give me time for my thoughts to talk me out of it before clamping his long digits around my wrist and tugging me inside. He slammed the door behind me, and pulled me tightly against his chest, his eyes staring deeply into mine again. It only took a few seconds before his lips found mine, enrapturing us into an intense kiss. As our tongues warred with each other, one of his hands slowly slipping down my side, first gripping my waist before moving it to grab a handful of my perky ass.
God, that man's hands.
"Fuck, Harry," Lisa giggles, forcing him to pull away from me to look back at her, much to my disappointment.
She's not even paying attention to us, instead walking around the lavish room and looking it over. We both knew the perks Harry got along with his fame, but it was entirely different to bear witness to it with our own eyes.
"What?" he asked with a chuckle, hands still grasping my ass firmly as he did so. I took the opportunity to lean up and claim the skin of his neck as my own in the process, placing soft, gentle kisses along the expanse of his flesh. I smiled at the beautiful raspy hum of approval he let out in response.
"Think you could've gotten a nicer suite?" she asked, somewhat condescendingly. She loved to make fun of him, knowing it hardened him when the press would say shitty things to him in person.
"What's in here?" she continued, pushing the huge double doors open to reveal a massive bed in its own bedroom, an entire wall of glass to showing off the bright lights of the city to the side of it. This room really was gorgeous.
Lisa grins, turning around to face both of us as she flicks open the button of her jeans defiantly, staring into Harry's eyes as she unzipped them, revealing a hint of her bright red lacy panties. Harry and I both look at each other before looking back at her in awe, watching as she uses both of her index fingers to beckon us inside of the room teasingly.
Harry moves first, and I'm slow to follow. I watch as he quickly comes up to her, hands finding her hips as her hands find his shoulders. In a swift motion, she turns them around and pushes him onto the bed where he struggled a bit to get up on his elbows.
Lisa falls to her knees in front of him, slipping between his legs as she starts to work quickly on his belt. I couldn't help but take in a shaky, awed breath as she takes out his hardened length and gripped it in her hands.
There he was in all of his glory, a sight I had been daydreaming about for years. His penis was perfect, the right mixture of wide and long, beautiful veins showing just how excited he was. The tip was a perfect mushroom shape, slightly pink with desire and leaking a bit of pre-cum. Part of me hated that she got to touch him first.
"Show me how it's done," she offered, looking back at me still standing in the doorway, her words teasing and expectant.
Harry's eyes flitted to me, looking between us as I closed the distance, slowly joining her on her knees in front of him shyly. I can feel my nerves pool in my stomach, but the sight of him had me more turned than nervous. I couldn't help but notice how much his chest was heaving too as our eyes caught each other.
"Show me," she whispers, her lips gently caressing my cheek after whispering in my ear. I smile lightly, gently leaning into her for comfort.
"Kiss her," Harry interrupts, his voice low and raspy with desire. We both look at him, and he swallows hard. "Please," he adds.
I turn to Lisa and smile before closing the distance, our lips meeting delicately in front of him. The kiss is sweet and soft, her lips more gentle than any mans I had ever tasted. The slight hint of cherry from the lip balm I let her borrow filled up my senses as her hand reaches up to caress my cheek. I feel the familiar tug of desire in my stomach, and I can't help but feel excited.
Lisa gasps, pulling away from the kiss quickly before looking down at Harry's hardened length in her hand. Her expression was full of bewilderment, but quickly turned into a fit of giggles.
"It moved," she laughed. I couldn't help but join her.
"Yeah, it's supposed to do that sometimes. When something is really intriguing..." I trailed, noticing how much Harry started to squirm.
"It does other things if you lick it," he growls, a smirk taking over his features as he looks down at both of us.
Lisa narrows her eyes at his perfect figure, her hand tightening around him. He gasps, his head hanging back in ecstacy. I take the opportunity to reach out my tongue, flicking it teasingly against the underside of his head. Th subsequent moans that fall out of his perfect lips cause a shiver to slide down my spine, ending in a pooling of wetness between my legs.
Lisa slowly removes her hand and tilts her head to the side curiously. I watch as she presses her lips to the side of his hard shaft. She slowly opens her mouth and drags her lips down. I decide to follow suit, except I decide to move up instead. Our lips brush each others as we meet in the middle.
Harry cries out, his hips tipping forward, hands fisting in the sheets. I glance up at him, tongue flicking out against his skin, seeing his face screwed up in pleasure as he watches through heavy lids. My hand slides up under his t-shirt, desperate to touch him everywhere and I feel his stomach quake in pleasure.
I want to see him, touch him, taste him all over. But Lisa beats me to it, pulling up to crawl onto the bed with him and pushing his shirt up his chest. Harry whimpers as he watches her flick her tongue against one of his nipples, her hand reaching down to grip his shaft again.
He moans when I take the head into my mouth, Lisa's hand pumping him clumsily and he's panting and writhing, the sounds muffled for a moment when Lisa tugs his shirt over his head.
I grab handfuls of denim and tug down, watching as he lifts his hips slightly to aid me as I pull his jeans and boxers off. Lisa has slid off him, wiggling out of her own jeans while nearly falling in her effort to kick them off her legs. With Lisa's hand gone, I'm allowed to drop my mouth down onto him completely and he groans when he hits the back of my throat, hands flying to tangle in my hair as I work my tongue around him slowly.
"Jesus Christ," he pants, gritting his teeth as I drag back up, tonguing the slit teasingly.
"I wanna try," Lisa slurs, dropping down beside me, her weight leaning against me somewhat and I giggle at her enthusiasm.
Lisa takes him in her hand again, letting her lips brush against the head and I watch goose bumps break out over his thighs. I watch as she takes the head between her lips, her cheeks caving in as she sucks and Harry's eyes roll back in his head, his body falling against the mattress. Lisa takes more of him into her mouth and he yelps suddenly, his hand flying out to grip her shoulder.
"Teeth," I chide gently, pulling Lisa's hair away from her face so she can see better.
I see her jaw struggle to open more and Harry relaxes, moaning softly as she tries to take more of him into her mouth. She gags slightly and pulls off, eyes watering.
"How do you do that," she scoffs and I can't help but laugh, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
Lisa's eyes darken and she grabs my face, crushing her mouth to mine and it takes me a little by surprise, but I moan when her tongue slips past my lips. It's strange to kiss a girl, but it's ultimately not bad, my hazy brain not caring too much at the moment. Her hands are roaming my body, sliding under the stretchy material of my tank top, hands pressing against my ribcage, cupping my breasts softly and I feel that tug in my stomach again.
I hear a low moan and turn my head, Lisa's lips trailing down my jaw and neck and I find Harry watching us both wide eyed, his dick hard and glistening in the dimly lit room. He whimpers, his hips twitching and I smirk at him but gasp when Lisa bends down, her lips finding my nipple through the fabric of my tank top. My hands reach out tentatively, pulling at the hem of her tank top and she pulls back from me, allowing me to tug it up over her head. Harry makes a strangled sound as her breasts are revealed.
I reach out with determined gusto, fingers brushing over her nipples, feeling them tighten and she hisses, her fingers fumbling with the hem of my shirt, tugging restlessly. I raise my arms and my shirt is gone in moments, Lisa's tongue trailing down my chest, sucking my nipple into he mouth and I gasp, fingers threading through her hair and all I can concentrate on is the ache between my legs.
Lisa's hands splay across my ribs and she's trying to pull herself to her feet, her fingers gripping my skin, trying to get me to do the same. I stand on wobbly legs, Lisa pushing me back and I fall onto the bed next to Harry who rolls onto his side, watching the two of us intently, head propped on his hand.
Lisa lays over me, her skin soft against mine as she trails her lips down my neck. I whimper softly, pressing my hips up into her, alcohol and the taboo of the situation making me restless. Her lips drag down the valley between my breasts, her tongue leaving a wet trail down my stomach as she reaches the waistband of my little denim micro-mini. Her hands smooth from my knees and up the outsides of my thighs, her nails scratching back down again. I moan softly, my hips rising off the bed as she smoothes a hand up my inner thigh, reaching between my legs and pressing against me through my panties.
"Fuck," she moans softly, feeling how wet I am and I press against her hand, licking my lips and sighing.
I gasp when I feel a pair of lips on my neck and I loll my head to the side as Harry nibbles at my skin softly. His hand is smoothing down my stomach to flick open the buttons of my fly and Lisa tugs my skirt down, leaving me in my underwear. I gasp as Harry's hand slips under the waistband, his fingers nestling in my folds and I cry out, my hips lifting up, grinding against his hand.
Lisa peels back my panties, moaning as she watches Harry's fingers play in my wetness, rubbing me into a state of delirium. His lips suck at my collarbone as Lisa's hands rub up and down my thighs, watching his calloused fingertips tease my clit. I whine when he pulls back to look down at Lisa, feeling his fingers spread, opening me to her. I look down my body at her, my chest heaving.
"Taste her," he says, his voice nothing more than a low rasp and I let my head fall back with a moan at his words.
I gasp when I feel Lisa's tongue snake out against my folds, relishing in Harry's moan as he watches. His hand snakes back up my body, cupping my breasts in his hands, molding them and pinching at my nipples. My body is humming with pleasure, dizzied by Harry's hands and Lisa's mouth, tossing my head from side to side and crying out.
Harry's lips attach to my neck again, sucking at my pulse point and I look down his lean body, his dick hard and thick against his thigh. My hand reaches for him just as Lisa slips two slender fingers into me and I gasp, hips lifting and I moan as my hand finds him. He hisses as I pump him slow, his head dipping to flick his tongue against one of my nipples and it feels so fucking good, Lisa's tongue between my legs, Harry's mouth on my breasts, and my hand on his cock.
"Hey!" Lisa exclaims suddenly and I whimper as her fingers slide from me and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
Harry lifts his head to look at her curiously and makes a strangled sound when my hand slows to a stop. Lisa grins lazily, clamoring to her feet and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.
"I want your cock," she grins and my jaw drops at her candor and Harry growls watching as Lisa stumbles out of her underwear.
He scoots forward, legs sliding off the bed to pull her into his lap and she giggles. My heart is racing as I watch him kiss along her chest, watch her head hang back as she hums in pleasure. Harry reaches down, fumbling with his jeans and plucks his wallet out of his back pocket, pulling out a condom which Lisa giggles at.
"We're gonna use one of thooooooose?" she asks, watching as he opens the package and slides the condom down his shaft.
"Fuck yes we are," he giggles and we all do because for some reason this is funny. "You have no reason to be on the pill and I'm not riskin' shit."
"That's right I fuck bitches!" she giggles and so do I, watching them intently, licking my lips.
"Not tonight you don't," Harry growls, one arm going around her waist while the other moves behind him to pull them back farther onto the bed.
Lisa straddles his hips, running her hands up and down his chest, giggling slightly. Harry's eyes are dark, his gaze predatory as he grips her hips in his hands, his dick straining up between her legs. I pull myself up, moving behind Lisa, straddling Harry's thighs. He moans as I reach between us, gripping his shaft in my hand and guiding him along Lisa's slit. She gasps as I position him at her entrance and I move my hand as she starts her decent down. She whimpers about half way down, squeezing her eyes shut, nails digging into his chest. I shush her softly, knowing how the first penetration can sting. I kiss along her shoulder, Harry's hands smoothing up her stomach, cupping her breasts, his lip caught between his teeth, trying to be patient.
When she's finally flush against him, they're both panting hard and the effect on me is dizzying, my body flushed and wanting. She starts to rock her hips gently and Harry's hands move to her waist guiding her, his eyes half lidded in pleasure. My hands reach around, holding the heavy globes of her breasts in my hands, fingers rolling her nipples. Her head falls back against my shoulder, breath panting against my neck as she whines and grits her teeth.
"Oh fuck," Harry groans, his hips twitching up, watching as one of my hands slides down Lisa's stomach, fingers nestling in her folds.
She whimpers softly and my lips find hers, tongue sliding against hers, her arms circling back around my neck. She pulls back and I watch her lean forward, her fingers lining with Harry's ribs and my hands mold her breasts again as she rocks against him, hissing. I lick my lips, watching Harry's chest rise and fall, his cheeks flushed, lips dry and parted, and I wish more than anything that it was me riding him, giving him pleasure, making him moan. My pussy throbs with the thoughts, begging for him internally.
"Ugh I can't," Lisa groans, lifting her hips and Harry whines clutching at her, lifting his pelvis and trying to find her again. "It hurts."
She pouts, crawling up his body and settling on his heaving chest. His hips are still rolling and I pant, watching his cock bob, feeling my pussy contract with want.
"Lisa," he chokes, his hands clawing at her sides. "Fuck, don't do this to me. Please!"
"It hurts," she pouts, running a finger along his lips. "Kiss it make it better?"
I can't see his face but the strangled sound he makes causes me to shiver. I see his hands grip her ass and Lisa squeals as he pulls her forward, her knees sinking into the pillow on either side of his head. My mouth falls open as I see his tongue reach out to lick her folds before she settles fully on his face, only allowing me to see his jaw working steadily against her. She moans loudly, her hands gripping the headboard and I can't take it anymore.
I peel the condom off, tossing it aside and I hear him gasp as I give him a slow stroke, positioning my body over him. I gasp as I slide down over him, moaning deep, feeling every inch of him stretching and pushing and it's almost too much but fuck it feels so good. He groans, his hands pushing Lisa's body higher to look down at where our bodies meet and then swallowing hard. Lisa whines and he pants as he pulls her down against him again, his mouth working furiously against her.
My hands clutch at his chest, leaning forward to slide up off him and then lowering myself back down slowly, my mouth falling open in pleasure, feeling him stretch me so completely. His moan is muffled and Lisa gasps, her hips rocking slightly against his face, one hand moving from the headboard to grip his curls.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Lisa whines, throwing her head back and Harry curls his arms around her thighs, holding her steady and I can imagine that his tongue is working against her furiously, dipping in and out and lavishing her clit torturously.
The thought is enough to make me quicken my pace and he's moaning against her again and I watch as Lisa's muscles tense, her body quaking as she cries out and I can imagine her fingers are gripping his curls frantically as his tongue laps at her. She whimpers weakly, sliding to the side and lying next to him panting, her eyelids heavy.
But I don't have much time to think about her because Harry has grabbed my hips, forcing me down harder into his lap, his tongue snaking out to lick his lips. I pant, my hands rubbing all over his chest, desperate to feel every part of him. I've wanted this for so long, I've wanted him for so long.
"Come on girl," he pants, his fingers digging into my hips. "Fuck me."
I moan at his words, lacing my fingers through his and pushing back against him, using his arms for leverage and his mouth falls open, watching my body rise and fall over him. I throw my head back and moan, loving the way his dick is massaging in and out of me.
"Fuck, H," I hiss, my hips working hard, struggling to get myself there. Fuck, I want to come so bad.
"You wanna come, baby?" he asks and I whine, fingers squeezing his hand as a tremor of pleasure runs through my body. "You want daddy to make you come?"
I groan, pulling my hands from his to grip his shoulders, slamming my body down onto him in a figure eight, feeling him hit my spot so deep and hard I nearly scream from it. He moans deep in his chest his, hands gripping my hips before one snakes around and he smacks my ass hard causing me to yelp and try to get my hips to roll faster.
"Fuck, Harry," I whimper and he grins up at me, his eyes wild and dark as he does it again.
"You like that," he taunts, bringing his hand down harder and I yelp, my hips twitching hard and he hisses.
I can't breathe, he feels so fucking good I can't think and I'm so close. I can feel my body humming, that tingle starting in my legs and making its journey higher. My body sucks at him and I gasp, shivering from the pleasure.
"Oh god," I whimper, my hips working hard, nails digging into his shoulders. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come."
I squeal when he rolls us swiftly, never missing a beat, his hips slamming into me hard and I clutch at his back as the tightness explodes in my belly, his name ripping from my throat as he works me rough and deep. I tremble from the force of it, my body humming and pulsing and he's still working me so good, the pleasure so intense.
"Jesus, Kelly," he groans, and I grip his biceps, feeling his muscles tremble and I know he's close.
Fuck, he's so beautiful right now. Hovering above me on locked arms, straining for his release, eyes nearly black with want. I look down between our bodies, watching as he pulls out and pushes in and he does the same, groaning deep.
"Oh fuck," he whimpers breathlessly. "Just... ah that's it. God, yes. Fuck!"
He hisses, pressing his lips together tight, his eyes closed and he's chasing it and god, he's gorgeous. He groans deep before gasping, his arms trembling and I whimper as he pulls out completely, gasping as I watch him give himself one hard stroke before he comes, sticky and wet onto my stomach, his hips twitching into his hand, crushing his forehead to mine.
He whimpers as my hand covers his, tugging along with him, feeling his essence flow over my hand and his, kissing him hard before he finally collapses against me, his face burying in my neck. I shiver as my arms wrap around him, his back slick with sweat and I feel him soften against my stomach.
He rolls off me clumsily, settling between me and Lisa, who is on her stomach, out cold. He chuckles softly, pulling her body against his chest and she barely even moves, just rubs her cheek against his chest before settling back into sleep. He reaches down for the sheet and tugs it up over all of us before he wraps his arm around me. I snuggle against his side, throwing an arm across his stomach and resting my cheek against his chest, giving a content sigh.
He surveys the both of us and drops a kiss on each of our heads before letting his own head loll against us, sighing as he submits to slumber. My eyes are heavy and my body is relaxed and warm and I can't believe that just happened. I want to relive it in my mind over and over, burn it in my memory but my body is fatigued and my mind is still hazy from the alcohol, causing me to fall into a contented sleep almost instantly.
But not before I feel Lisa lean into my ear.
"You're welcome."