#londonbelow

My best friend Kelsey was his niece. She introduced me when she began to take horseback riding lessons on his ranch shortly after he moved back to town. He wanted to be closer to his family after his wife had passed away, so he packed up his life and moved back to his hometown. 

The first time I saw him, his strong body mounted on top of a large brown horse, my breath got caught in my throat and wouldn’t dislodge the entire time I watched him ride. That day, most days, he wore a ratty old t-shirt that clung to his muscles and a pair of dirty brown cowboy boots under his tight jeans. He traded off between a black cowboy hat and a backwards baseball cap, one that boasted some sports team I had no idea about. Tattoos littered his strong arms and I knew they spread across his torso as well from all the times I drooled over him as he did manual labor around his ranch. 

He had a six year old daughter named Maisy that looked just like him, one who worshipped the ground he walked on. She followed him around like a baby duckling, excitedly showing him things he couldn’t possibly care much about, but he always reacted in a way that told her he did. It was endearing, watching him smile brightly at a large spider his small daughter caught and decided to name Annabelle. He shivered and grimaced as soon as his back was turned to his child, never letting her know that her affinity for bugs grossed him out. 

He was an angel with her. So patient and kind and goofy. Watching them together made me ache for something that I didn’t know I even wanted—a family. I was far too young to be thinking that way, of course, but it didn’t stop my heart from compressing every time I watched him hoist her up onto her pony to go for a ride. 

He was all rough around the edges but a gentleman nonetheless. The first time he met me, he removed his hat and bowed his head a little and called me honey in his luxurious sounding accent. He’d been calling me by that ever since then, claiming it was because I was “sweet as”. He didn’t call anyone else that I knew at the ranch by any sort of nickname, not even the pretty brunette veterinarian who came to tend to the animals. 

He asked me if I was interested in riding lessons and I lied immediately and said yes, absolutely. I was terrified of horses, actually, but I would have done anything he asked of me, as long as I could stare at him while doing it.

He was around 20 years my senior, not that he looked it. He had little crinkles near his eyes and smile lines from years of laughter. His skin was tanned and freckled from the sun, his arm and thigh muscles bulging from all of the physical labor he did. I knew I had daddy issues, but I had never been attracted to an actual dad until Harry. 

I had spent the last two months taking riding lessons with him, keeping my crush as lowkey as I possibly could, although every time his hands brushed my hips or my leg when he was helping me on and off the horses, I felt like I could just melt. 

We grew comfortable with each other and there were times when I thought he may be flirting with me, but it never went anywhere. I started to think I was delusional, that there was no real tension between us like I thought there was. Especially when he asked me in the shyest of tones if I would babysit his daughter for him while he went on a date. 

So here I was, huffing and puffing in annoyance as I sat in the driveway of his home, angry with him for dating someone else and angry with myself for agreeing to babysit so he could. I felt like an idiot. I enjoyed hanging out with his kid because she was a little weirdo like I was at her age, but I didn’t enjoy knowing he’d be out with some lonely housewife throwing herself at him. 

I let out a loud whine as I banged my head against the steering wheel a couple of times, letting my theatrics empty from my body before I sat up straight and composed myself. 

“Get a grip, he wouldn’t touch you anyways. You’re 25 years old. He’s your best friend’s uncle. Of course he wants someone his age, you’re basically a fucking child in his eyes.” I muttered to myself as I reached over for my bag and lugged it out of the car with me. 

It was filled with things I thought Maisy might enjoy, like my black lipstick and some Halloween decorations I had packed away. The child lived for all things horror, she treated every day as if it was Halloween and nothing scared her. It was one of the reasons I completely adored her, despite never liking most children. 

I looked down at my outfit as I made my way to the front door. I didn’t know how late I’d be stuck here, so I dressed comfortably, in little black shorts and a loose crop top. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I reached up to press the doorbell when the door flung open. 

My breath got caught again at the sight of him. His cheeks flushed red as he looked at me, a slow smile tugging on his mouth as he reached out to grab hold of my arm. 

“Hi, thank god you’re here, I need your help.” Harry tugged me into the house quickly. 

His hand on my skin sent goosebumps all over me. He pulled me with him through the corridor and the kitchen, toward his large bedroom. I felt a thrill run through me at his urgency to get me in there, but it settled as I remembered quickly that he wasn’t dragging me there to ravage me like I wanted him to. 

My eyes took him in as he pulled me behind him. He had on his usual jeans and a t-shirt, his usually unruly curls set into a more tame hairstyle. He hadn’t shaved, which I was grateful for, but he smelled fresh and clean and looked like he might be sick at any moment. 

He pulled me to where he had three different outfits laid out on his bed, gesturing to them and then looking at me helplessly. 

“Mr. Styles, I—” 

“Harry, darlin’. I told you to call me Harry.” He corrected me, his hand sliding down my arm, making my stomach flip around, “Now… which one?” 

“Where are you taking her?” I asked, reaching out to touch the fabric on one pair of pants. 

“The Lodge?” He said, sounding as if he were unsure. 

I made a face, impressed with his expensive selection but annoyed that it was going to another woman. He took my reaction the wrong way, assuming that I thought it was a bad choice for a first date. He put his head in his hands and groaned loudly. 

“It’s too much, isn’t it?” He breathed out, “I should just cancel. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m not ready for this.” 

“Woah, hold on, I didn’t say that. It’s a nice restaurant. If you really like this girl…” I trailed off, swallowing hard over the lump in my throat. I looked down at the outfits he selected and smiled at his effort. I touched the edge of one of the more casual ones, “D-do you? Really like her?” 

“Well, I… like her. I don’t know if it’s worth a ‘really’ yet.” He smirked, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Wear this one. You’ll look great.” I pointed to the outfit. 

“Yeah?” He breathed out, moving closer to me so he could reach down to touch it as well, “You think?” 

His arm brushed against mine as we stood next to one another, looking down at my selection. I felt like I couldn’t breathe every time he touched me, even if it was accidental. I reached over and squeezed his arm, feeling my stomach clench up again when I did. This man did something feral to me. I wanted to get naked and display myself for the taking. I wanted him to take and take and take. 

“She’s a lucky lady.” I loosened my grip, letting my fingers brush down the length of his arm gently. 

He turned to look down at me, so close that I could feel his breathing against my forehead. He was much taller than I was, so much so that I had to crane my head back to look up at him. I saw his eyes slide down over my frame, so quickly and discreet that I almost missed it. He averted his gaze back to the clothes on the bed, nodding. 

“Thanks, honey. I should, uh… I should finish getting ready. Don’t want to be late, do I?” He reached up and scratched the back of his head, “Maisy’s in the living room watching the Addams Family again.” 

“Of course she is.” I laughed, moving to his door, “Hey, if she tells me you said it’s okay for her to watch Halloween, she’s lying right?” 

“She’s absolutely lying.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes with a smile, “Nothing above PG-13.” 

“She’s six years old.” I stated dryly, watching him smile brighter as he reached for the bottom of his shirt. 

“Try telling that to her.” He joked, peeling his t-shirt off right in front of me. I felt saliva gather in my mouth at the sight of his tattooed torso, his muscles flexing as he moved. 

I stood there like an idiot, just staring with my lips parted, feeling as if I might start drooling any second. He looked at me, an amused expression on his face, lifting his eyebrows. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asked. I reached up immediately and touched my mouth, forcing my lips closed and checking for drool at the same time. 

“Yep, sorry. I’ll give you some… privacy.” I cleared my throat, feeling my cheeks heat up as I forced myself to leave his room, yanking the door shut behind me. 

I leaned against it and sighed heavily, composing myself before I went out to the living room where Maisy lounged. 

“Hey scream queen, you watching the Addams Family again?” I plopped down onto the couch, looking over at her. 

She was spitting image of Harry. Really, if I hadn’t seen photos of her late mother I would think he cloned her to look exactly like him. She had the same soft brunette curls, the same green eyes that looked blue in certain light, the same pouty pink lips and the same little accent as him. The only difference was the streak of temporary purple dye in her hair, which I put in for her a week ago. 

“Yep! When daddy leaves, do you wanna watch Halloween?” She whispered the question to me, smiling slowly like the little evil thing she was. 

“I will not be held responsible for your nightmares tonight, little one.” I reached over and brushed her hair out of her face. 

“Please, please, please.” She begged, grabbing onto my face with her tiny hands, squishing my cheeks together, “I won’t tell him, I swear! You’re my favorite babysitter ever, nobody else is as fun as you are.” 

I narrowed my eyes at her buttering me up, “You are good.” 

“I know.” She giggled loudly as I began to tickle her sides, watching her fall back against the couch cushions and squeal with delight.  

I didn’t notice Harry walk over to the living room at first. He just stood there, silently, watching me tickle his daughter with a smile on his face. I stopped when I finally noticed him, wondering how long he had been watching us. He seemed perfectly content to stay right there, his eyes steady on me and his daughter. 

He lifted his eyebrows and pushed himself off the door frame when he realized I had noticed him. 

His cheeks went slightly pink, “Alright, girls. How do I look?” 

We both watched him as he did a slow spin, showing off his outfit. I felt my heartbeat quicken at the sight of him. He looked incredible—wearing tight black slacks with a matching button-up shirt under a suit jacket. He left a lot of the buttons undone, showing off his chest where his shiny crucifix necklace was teasing me. I could have gotten down on my knees right then to pray. 

His eyes darkened slightly when they took in my reaction to him, so much so that I swore he could read the arousal I felt all over my stupid face. I swallowed hard, averting my gaze from him as my cheeks went up in flames. 

“You look nice, daddy!” Maisy said, rushing over to him and into his arms. He picked her up into his arms and gave her a toss into the air that made my heart stop for a second, but he caught her with ease and she screamed happily. 

Harry grinned at her, leaning down to rub his nose across hers, giving her their special bunny kisses. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. 

“You smell good, too!” She said, wiggling out of his arms and back down to the ground, “Will Miss Casey smell you tonight?” 

I almost laughed, but the reminder that Harry was going on a date with the local kindergarten teacher—a beautiful 30-something year old who was fantastic with children—made my heart drop into my stomach.

“I’m sure she will at some point.” Harry said in a bashful tone, reaching up to nervously scratch the back of his head. 

Maisy called my name, running back over to me and grabbing my hand, dragging me to her father, “Smell daddy!” 

“Uh, Maisy, I don’t think…” I started, but Harry smiled and shook his head to stop me. 

“I’d actually like to hear if you think it’s too much. I don’t wear cologne very often, only on special occasions.” He said sheepishly, “Do you mind?” 

Special occasions, like the date he was about to go on. My heart made another leap into my stomach, making me frown. 

“No, I… I don’t mind.” I said breathlessly, forcing a smile and stepping closer to him. 

I placed my hand against his shoulder even though I didn’t have to and then I leaned in close to him. I shut my eyes as I inhaled his scent, trying to force the moan down my throat. It came out as a soft “mmm” instead. 

He smelled delicious. Just the perfect amount of spicy and sweet mixed in with his natural musky scent that was so familiar to me after all the time we’d spent together. I wanted to nuzzle my face into his neck and inhale it again but instead I forced myself back from him, nodding like a crazy person. 

“She’ll love it.” I said quietly, watching his soft eyes follow me as I stepped backwards, my hand reaching out to take Maisy’s, trying to anchor myself back down to earth. She squeezed my hand tightly once before letting it go and running back to her movie. 

“K, bye daddy!” She called out, once again glued to the TV screen as Wednesday Addams tortured her brother for fun. 

I walked Harry to the door, my eyes scanning over him as much as I could before he took notice. I wanted to tell him not to go, to stay here with us instead. I wanted him to see how badly I ached for him and to take me up on the offer. I knew the idea was a complete delusion, I knew that he could never see me that way, but I couldn’t help my fantasies. 

He turned to face me at the front door, tapping his fingers gently against the edge of it as we looked at one another. There was so much staring between us, it felt like longing. He’d drape his slow gaze over me, not saying a word, making me tingle all over. 

“Okay, um, call me if you need anything. I shouldn’t be out too late. You know her bedtime routine…” He trailed off, patting his pockets to ensure he had his phone and his wallet, “Are you… are you sure I shouldn’t cancel? Stay here with you and Maze and watch Halloween movies instead?” 

Yes. Cancel. Forget her and stay with me, please. Please. My throat felt like it was closing up at my thoughts, too scared to say them out loud. I shook my head to him, forcing a smile.

“You need to go. Put yourself out there. You deserve to be happy, Harry.” I said to him, reaching up and patting his shoulder. I let my hand linger there for a long moment, just rubbing him in what I hoped was a comforting manner and not creepy. 

He reached up and put his hand on top of my own, squeezing it gently as he looked at me in a way that I hadn’t seen before. I felt like I couldn’t breathe as he pulled my hand from his shoulder, his fingers tightening around my own just for a moment before he dropped it. I clenched it into a fist, desperate to hold onto the feeling of his skin on mine. 

“You are something else, honey.” He said quietly, shaking his head slightly, “Thanks again for watching Maze, you know how much she loves you.” 

“Anytime.” I murmured, smiling, “Have fun tonight. Call if you’re going to be late, okay?” 

He smiled and nodded, taking another long moment to look me over. He flipped his car keys in his hand and let out a loud sigh before he turned away from me for good. I watched him leave, waving from the door as he backed out of the driveway, heading off to the last place I wanted him to go. 

I sighed heavily and locked the door, heading back to Maisy, who was digging through my bag greedily, giggling in delight at every new treasure she found. 

“I see you found my bag of goodies.” I said to her with a grin. 

“Are these for me?!” She squealed and I laughed, nodding as she pulled out a big stuffed bat that I picked up from Target. 

“They are, you little sneak. You could have waited for me to give them to you myself.” I laughed as I sat down behind her. 

“So…” Maisy climbed up to my lap, smiling, “Halloween?” 

I sighed and smiled, “You can’t watch that movie, Maisy.” 

“I’ve already watched it!” She whined. 

“How about Casper instead?” I suggested. 

She made a face, offended, “That wimpy ghost?” 

I laughed loudly, breathing out a sigh, “Okay, fine. But you’re covering your eyes for the bad parts.” 

Maisy rushed off my lap, clapping her hands in delight and jumping up and down next to me, “Can we have popcorn too? Can I have juice? Can I have candy?” 

“You are an absolute terror.” I grabbed her shoulders to stop her from jumping, listening to her laughter. I scooped her up and carried her to the kitchen anyway, unable to say no to her. 

“How about we make my famous brownies? That way your dad has something sweet to eat when he gets home.” I suggested to her as she climbed up onto one of the bar stools, starting to pull out all of the ingredients I needed. 

“Daddy doesn't need sweets when you’re around, on a count of you being honey and all.” She asked me, kicking her feet out over and over again as her eyes carefully watched me. 

“Oh? Is that so?” I laughed, raising my eyebrows. 

“I heard him talkin’ to Mr. Davis about it!” She nodded confidently, smiling at me at her knowledge of her fathers private conversations. 

Mr. Davis was Harry’s closest friend and one of the ranch hands. They were always shit talking and shooting the breeze whenever they had free time. I had no idea that Harry mentioned me at all to him and I couldn’t help but probe Maisy for further information. 

“And what exactly did your daddy say to Mr. Davis?” I narrowed my eyes, pulling different ingredients out of the fridge and placing them on the countertop. 

“He said that he bets you taste just like honey, sweet as can be. He told Mr. Davis that he’d love to try it some time.” She squinted, “Do you have lots of bees at your house? Can I come see them?” 

I had to force my laughter down at her misunderstanding of what her daddy meant. I felt my face heat up at the confirmation that Harry thought about me in the same way that I thought about him. I had to press my hand against my chest to try and calm my breathing before I turned to face the little girl who was talking to me. 

“I do have lots of bees, but you better watch out, because they’ll sting you!” I turned and poked at her sides, tickling them and sending her on a laughter frenzy. 

“Now, back to business. We need a mixing bowl…” 

Maisy and I spent the rest of the night baking brownies and decorating them for her father. Then she ate way too many of them and passed out from a sugar crash about five minutes into Halloween. I carried her into her bedroom and tucked her in, starting to clean up the living room and the kitchen. 

It was still early when I finished up in the kitchen and I flicked the lights off, figuring I’d settle into the dark living room to finish watching Halloween by myself. I curled up onto the couch and shut all the lights off, stretching my body out.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what Maisy told me, her little innocent mind not even realizing that Harry was talking about going down on me. I wondered if she heard him right or if I’d make a fool of myself by making a move the next time I saw him. 

I must have dozed off thinking about it, because the next thing I knew, I heard Harry’s key in the door and listened as he quietly shut it behind him. His gentle footsteps made their way into the living room and I barely opened my eyes to look at him. 

He stood by the entryway, staring at me, his eyes roaming over my body carefully. My breath got caught when I realized he was checking me out. He took his time, drinking in the outline of my body in a greedy manner. He ran a hand through his hair and started toward me, looking more and more full of want as he got closer. 

My eyes fluttered open as he pulled a blanket off the couch, intending to cover me up with it and leave me. I wasn’t ready for him to leave, I wanted to spend more time with him, so I made it known that I was up. I reached over and touched his hip, watching him pull back to look down at my face. 

“Hey…” I said sleepily, stretching my body out, a quiet moan releasing from my throat. 

Harry swallowed harshly at the sound, shifting on his feet, “Hey, sweetheart. You must have dozed off.” 

“Yeah, sorry.” I sat up slowly, once again stretching my limbs out before I stood up from the couch, “How was your date?” 

We were standing insanely close to one another, so much so that my chest nearly brushed over his own. I leaned forward so that my breasts would touch him, just barely, and he didn’t move back from me like I thought he would. 

“Horrible.” He whispered, shaking his head.

“Oh no, I’m sorry. How about I make you a drink and you can tell me all about it?” I offered him, watching him smirk at me. 

“Are you even old enough to drink?” He teased me, to which I gave him a playful shove against his chest. 

“Very funny. I’m not that young.” I said to him sternly, raising my eyebrows, “I’m old enough to do a lot of things. Things you couldn’t possibly imagine.” 

I watched his eyebrows hitch high on his forehead at that and then I smirked at him. I turned and walked out of the living room with that, knowing that he was watching me go, his eyes steady on my ass as it jiggled into the kitchen. I went to his bar, which was a locked cabinet, getting up onto the tips of my toes to try and reach the key that he kept hidden high up. 

I knew my shirt was rising up as I reached, exposing the underside of my breasts, and I swore I heard a small groan from Harry as he watched me.

“Harry? Can you help me?” I said softly, turning to look at him over my shoulder as I continued to try and reach the key. I knew I had no chance of getting it, but I also wanted him closer to me.

He obliged like I hoped he would. He came up behind me, his body pressing against mine too closely for it to be a mistake or a casual thing. He raised his arm to take the key down and I turned my head to look at him as he did this. Our faces were so close, if I moved just a few inches forward, I could kiss him. He could kiss me. I silently willed him to do it, but he didn’t. 

He just watched me, his eyes more intense than I’d ever seen them. He studied my features, moving slow as he handed me the key. Our fingers brushed lightly as he passed it to me, his hand so warm against my own. 

“Thank you.” I whispered, watching his eyes fall to my lips as they formed the words. 

He cleared his throat and backed away from me slightly, but not enough that I wouldn’t bump into him when I bent over to dig around in the liquor cabinet. 

“So tell me… what went wrong on the date?” I asked, carefully turning to bend over, my ass brushing over the front of his pants just barely when I did. 

I swore I heard him let out a gasp, but he didn’t move back from me like I thought he would. He stayed exactly where he was, hips solid as I leaned back slightly on my heels to give him a little more pressure. 

He froze in place as I did this but he didn’t pull his hips back. He did the opposite. It was subtle, but he flexed his hips forward against my body, letting me feel how hard he was for a second before he pulled back again. 

I stood up, turning to look at him with a bottle of bourbon in my hands. I eyed him, keeping my back to him as he moved in closer to me, close enough for his hips to graze over my ass again, his chest touching my shoulder blades. 

“Honestly?” He whispered, moving even closer to me, one of his hands brushing up against my hip as he did. 

“Tell me.” I replied, my voice hoarse, strained from the close contact between us, which made me feel like I was on fire. 

Harry’s eyes flickered down over my face, taking me in, and he swallowed harshly before he confessed, “Couldn’t stop thinking about you all night, honey.” 

My heart was pounding harder than ever before, going wild in my chest. Did he actually just say those words or was I hallucinating? I watched them form on his lips but it still felt unreal. I blinked at him, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth to bite down and make sure I was awake. He reached up and touched my chin, tugging my lip back out. 

He cleared his throat and shook his head, “Not bourbon.” 

His eyes were dark, narrowed down toward me as if he were angry, but I knew he wasn’t. He was turned on. Ridiculously so. I also knew that he loved bourbon, so turning it down meant that he wanted me to bend back over and pick up a different bottle. I didn’t ask him which liquor he wanted instead, I simply bent at the hips again and pushed my ass back into him as I put the bourbon bottle back. 

His hips once again made contact with my ass cheeks, his hard cock pushing up against me in a desperate manner, his fingers digging into the skin of my hip. I pretended to poke around in the cabinet, letting him keep himself pressed to me much longer than the first time. I snagged a bottle of vodka and stood up, pulling myself away from him abruptly. 

“How about this?” I asked breathlessly, licking my lips slowly as I turned my head to meet his stare once again. 

“Not that.” He shook his head, his eyes falling down to my mouth for a long moment. His voice was strained when he spoke again, “Bend back over and try again for me, sweetheart.” 

This time, I smiled slowly at him before I turned away, bending at the hips and jutting my ass out as an offering for him. He did the same thing as before—let me back up against him, let my ass press into his crotch. He was subtle in his movements the first two times, but something came unhinged for him this time. 

Maybe it was the way my loose shirt slid up and exposed my breasts when I bent that time. Maybe it was the way I reached back and grabbed onto his thigh to steady myself on the way down. He lost all sense of self-control, both of his hands now grasping roughly onto my hips and yanking me hard against him. 

A low moan released from his throat as he pulled me into him until my back was pressed against his front, burying his face in my neck. His hands clawed up my sides, hips grinding into me slowly, sensually, like he wanted me to feel all of him. 

“Fuck,” He moaned, “This is wrong… so so wrong.” 

I whined, clinging onto the edge of the counter as he continued to grind himself against me, my cunt dripping with desire for him, “Don’t stop. Please…” 

He grabbed onto both of my arms then, pulling them behind my back and holding them there, bending me over the counter so my bare breasts and my face were pressed to the cool marble. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long.” He slid his free hand around my hips, finding the wet spot at the front of my shorts and pressing into it, “You’re soaking wet…” 

“Oh god!” I cried out when he rubbed a circle against my clit, sending a shockwave through me. 

“Shhh…” He ordered me, “Shh, baby. Be a good girl and stay quiet for me, okay? Can you do that?” 

I whimpered and nodded, willing to agree to anything if only he would touch me again. I wiggled my hips back, needing more contact from him, and he grasped onto my shorts, yanking them down to my ankles. He got onto his knees behind me and I shut my eyes with a soft moan as he palmed my thighs, prying them open so he could get a good look at my pussy. 

“Fuck, look at this pretty little cunt.” He breathed in the scent of my arousal, groaning in pleasure, “I need to taste you, honey. I need to…” 

“Please, Harry…” I gasped out just as his tongue slid up my slit slowly, lapping up all of my juices. 

He moaned again as his tongue went wild, slipping up and down my slit and licking up every drop before dipping inside of me, trying to get as much of my arousal as possible. I couldn’t believe how deeply he was tongue fucking me, the sounds of him slurping up every drop sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head. 

“More, more, give me more…” He groaned against my cunt, the vibrations sending a new flood of arousal through me that he lapped up immediately. 

I was shaking, still clinging to the countertop, my face warm now against the marble. I swore I was going to start drooling soon if he kept diving his tongue deep into me, the pleasure being nearly too much for me to handle. 

“You are everything I’ve dreamed of and more.” He murmured as pulled back, standing up to his full height so he could unbutton his pants, “You gonna take every inch of my cock, baby? You think you can handle that?” 

“Yes, yes… please…” I moaned out, nodding in hazy delusion. 

“Stay still, gonna start slow for ya, since you’re being so good for me.” He panted out, removing his cock from his pants but leaving all of his clothes on otherwise. 

I glanced down, seeing how swollen and drippy he was with precum, desperate to be touched. His cock was beautiful, it was thick and long with delicious looking veins protruding from the sides. He fisted himself carefully, dragging his hand up and down it a few times, precum squeezing out. I wanted to lick it up, wanted to taste every inch of him that I could. 

He lined his hips up behind me and positioned his cock between my slit, pressing against me. He rocked his hips back and forth carefully, letting my pussy coat him with my arousal, getting it slippery wet. The head of his cock bumped up against my clit with every thrust he made and I let out a nearly-silent cry at the teasing. 

He reached his hands around to slip them up against my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples, making them harden at his touch. He buried his face in the back of my neck again, inhaling me, his lips trailing roughly across the sensitive skin there. 

He kissed along every inch of my neck, brushing my hair away from my skin so he could kiss more and more. He pulled me back against his body, his hand moving up over my chest and throat to grasp my chin, forcing my head to the side. I looked at him, craning my neck around as much as I could, offering him my mouth. He leaned in closer to me, our noses brushing, lips parting as we both panted heavily into each other's mouths. 

“I shouldn’t be doing this. You’re so fucking young.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against mine, still thrusting his cock up against my wet cunt but not entering me.

Both his hands went down to my hips, clinging to them tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he tried to control himself. He was shaking as he pressed his cock against me over and over and I could see him unwinding for me.

“So then stop doing it.” I teased him, grinning wickedly. 

“Get over here.” He ordered me, pulling back so he could force me to turn around. His lips found mine right away, his tongue pressing into my mouth and flicking across mine. His large, calloused fingers took hold of my naked hips, shoving me up onto the counter and spreading my legs apart for him. 

“You want me to stop, baby?” He pulled back to whisper, his fingers slipping into my cunt, immediately stroking upward, making me feel things I’d never felt before in my life. 

“Oh fuck!” I cried out loudly, unable to keep it down. 

He slapped his hand over my mouth, keeping his face right in front of mine so I’d maintain eye contact with him. His fingers began to stroke me faster, harder, pressing into what I assumed was my g-spot. I’d never felt anything like it. My stomach rolled in the best way possible and my legs began to shake. My cunt clenched and gushed around his fingers, so wet for him that it was spreading all over my inner thighs the rougher he finger-fucked me. 

“There you go, that’s my girl… give it all to me, honey.” He murmured, tightening his fingers over my mouth when I moaned behind them, “Shh, come for me, come all over me, I want every fucking drop.” 

He began to finger me harder, faster, his fingers jerking up and down instead of in and out and I felt something explode inside of me. My orgasm hit hard, making me cry out from behind Harry’s hand, and he replaced it with his mouth, swallowing up all of my moans and curses. 

A warm liquid gushed out of my cunt and shot all over Harry’s torso as I came hard. That had never happened before. I pulled back from the kiss and looked in a panic to see his reaction, expecting him to be as confused as I was, but he looked overjoyed by it. His mouth found mine again, tongue excitedly taking control of my own. 

He kept his hand firmly inside of me, his thumb brushing through my public hair down to my clit, rubbing it in slow circles. He moaned into my mouth, his free arm going around my waist to tug me to the edge of the counter. 

“I want you to come like that all over my cock.” He murmured against my lips, kissing me desperately again as he removed his fingers from my pussy. 

He brought his wet hand up to our mouths, pulling back from kissing me so he could offer me his fingers. I sucked my arousal off of them, wiggling my hips down lower so my cunt was on full display for him. I spread my legs as far as I could, wanting him to have all of me. 

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” He whispered, to which I nodded, pulling off his fingers with a soft pop. 

“Been waiting for you to notice me.” I whispered back, “Took you long enough…” 

Harry sighed against my lips, shaking his head as he smiled slowly, “Crazy, crazy girl. I’ve been obsessed with you since the day I laid eyes on you.” 

“Really?” I whined out, watching him nod, licking his lips and leaning down to kiss me again. 

“Shh now, pretty. Need to be inside you so bad. Gotta be quiet for me.” He whispered, waiting for me to nod at him in confirmation before he pressed forward. 

I felt the swollen head of his cock pressing up against my cunt, begging for entrance. I rolled my head back, exposing my throat to him as he pushed slowly into me, filling me completely. My cunt stretched to accommodate his size and I gasped out at the slight sting of pain I felt as he kept pushing and pushing inside of me. His cock was big, but I had also only been with one guy before who was below average in size.

“God, fuck,” He gasped as he filled me to the hilt, holding still as he reached a hand up to brush my hair back, “You okay, angel? Hmm?” 

“S’full…” I mumbled, my mouth finding his, kissing him deliriously, “Feels so good… need more.” 

“Yeah? You want more? You wanna feel me so deep inside of you, stretching you out?” He murmured against my mouth, tongue slipping out to tease along my upper lip. I gasped when he pulled back, rolling his hips forward into me hard, “I know it feels so fuckin’ good. Look how you take my cock like the perfect fuck toy you are.” 

He grabbed onto my face, squeezing it as he made me look down between our bodies at the way his cock slid in and out of me, shiny with my arousal. We looked back up at each other in unison and I slid my arms over his shoulders, fisting a hand into his hair. I pulled his mouth back to mine and kissed him deeply, only pulling back to gasp for air or moan his name. 

“Made for me, you’re fuckin’ made for me…” He whispered against my lips as he thrust deeper and deeper into me. When he wasn’t kissing me, he’d slide his large hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. 

“This is mine now.” He ordered me as he slipped his hand between our bodies, fingers finding my clit so he could rub quick circles against it, “Tell me, tell me your pussy belongs to me now.” 

I moaned at his hushed tones, at the strain in his voice as he tried desperately to keep his voice down so we didn’t wake his daughter. He laid kisses down my jaw and to my neck, sucking at the spot right by my ear that sent goosebumps all over my skin. 

“It’s yours, I’m yours. Fuck, don’t stop.” I gasped out, clinging to him harder, digging my nails into his back, “You feel so good, I’m gonna… fuck!” 

He began to pound into me, fingers gripping my thighs so tight that I knew I’d have bruises there the next day. I didn’t care. I wanted him to mark me all over, to claim me as his own, to leave me with reminders of what we did in this dark kitchen. 

Harry grabbed my face in  one hand, squeezing my cheeks hard as my lips fell open in ecstasy. He slid his tongue against my own, coaxing it out, licking across every crevice of my mouth in a sloppy manner. I felt consumed by him in every sense of the word, felt completely claimed in a way I hadn’t expected to feel. I knew I’d never get over this, never be able to go back to fucking guys my own age after experiencing him. 

“Good girl… wanna feel your cunt squeezing me, milking every drop outta me. That’s it, baby. You feel like heaven, oh god.” He gasped, his lips brushing mine with every word, “So fuckin’ hungry for my cock…” 

“Harry… Harry, Harry, Harry…” I moaned out as he reached down to grasp the back of my thighs, shoving my legs up until my knees pressed into my torso, bending me in ways that I knew would leave me sore. 

His eyes fell down to watch his cock pound into me, his breath quickening at the sight, “So fucking wet, baby… god. I’m gonna come, do I need to pull out?” 

I shook my head wildly, whimpering at the intense feeling building up in my abdomen, “On the p-pill. Fuck, Harry! Need you to fill me up. Please, please, come inside me.” 

My legs went over his shoulders as he grabbed me by the throat, applying the slightest of pressure as he tugged my mouth to his own, kissing me deeply. 

He stopped kissing me and I let my eyes flutter open, finding his dark green ones staring back at me. He looked so intense, so full of desire, it made me shiver all over. 

“Look at me, sweet girl. God, you’re beautiful. Don’t look away… right there, baby.” He nodded his head and then his mouth fell open, a moan releasing from him that tipped me over the edge. 

I kept my eyes on his own blown out ones as I came around his cock, my cunt clenching over and over with each wave that hit me. I gushed all over him and he moaned louder at the feeling of it. I clung to him desperately, digging my nails into his back as I pushed my hips forward, trying to ride out my orgasm as long as I could. I never looked away as I watched him come, his cheeks flushed and lips shiny with my spit. 

He moaned my name as he came hard, his body shaking and trembling against my own. I slid my fingers into his sweaty hair, watching the way he came undone. He kept eye contact with me the whole time, drinking me in, like he couldn’t get enough.

Harry kissed me, his tongue moving over mine sensually, his fingers releasing their harsh grip into my skin. His breaths came hard against my cheek as we kissed, but he didn’t pull back to catch it until he had kissed me as long as he could. His hold went from rough to gentle, arms slipping around my back, his fingers a whisper against my spine. We stayed like that for a long time, with him nestled inside of me, our breathing and heartbeats both slowing back to normal. 

“Let me clean you up.” He whispered, slowly pulling out of me, rubbing his hands over my thighs when I dropped them down. 

I felt like jello, like I would melt into the countertops if he didn’t hold onto me tight. He massaged my thighs for a long moment before he reached over for some napkins, using them to clean all of his cum off of the both of us. I watched him bend over to pick up my shorts and underwear, which were left forgotten on the kitchen floor. 

He pressed kisses to my ankles and calves as he carefully slid my shorts back on, waiting for me to lift my hips so he could pull them all the way up. I was grateful for the help as I knew as soon as I stood on both legs, I’d be wobbling all over the place. 

Harry pressed his hands to the counter on either side of my body, leaning forward until his face was inches from mine. His eyes were dark, his gorgeous mouth so close to my own that I could feel his warm breath as he let out a long sigh. 

I thought maybe this would be the moment he tells me that this shouldn’t have happened, that this couldn’t continue, that he was too old or I was too young and we were both stupid with lust. I braced myself like I would for a punch. 

But he didn’t say that. He leaned in and he kissed me passionately, lifting his hands to cup my face between them. He brushed my hair back and then pulled my lips from his, his eyes finding mine right away. 

I expected it to be awkward, but he couldn’t keep his smoldering eyes off of me and I could practically feel the desire seeping off his skin for me. 

My hand was trembling as I lifted it to knock on the front door, my heart feeling like it might pound right out of my chest. Harry and I hadn’t talked since the other night. When I got his text yesterday, I hoped it would be about seeing me again, but it was only about babysitting. He was his usual self, friendly and short, which made me feel a little confused. Was he going to just pretend that nothing happened? 

The door swung open and my eyes dropped to see Maze standing there, wearing a black bathing suit and chomping on a banana. I smiled as the little girl lit up at the sight of me, wrapping her free arm around my legs in a hug. 

“You’re here, you’re here! Daddy, she’s here!” 

“Hey my little rain cloud. You excited to go swimming?” I asked her, watching her nod and jump on the balls of her feet. 

“Excited? She hasn’t shut up about it since I told her yesterday.” Harry’s voice called out, sending a wave of joy right through my body. 

“You’re the one who hasn’t shut up about it!” Maisy called back to her father, turning her big eyes up to me in an roll, “He asked me a BILLION times to check the front window for you.” 

He walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. Our eyes met and I felt my entire body flush, heat shooting right through me as his eyes took me in slowly. He started from my feet up, drinking in every inch of exposed skin and finally landing on my eyes. He smiled, the wrinkles near his eyes getting a little more pronounced when he did. His own cheeks went slightly pink and I shivered, unable to believe I could make a man like him blush. 

“Hi.” I said softly, chewing on my bottom lip to keep the very obvious smile off my face. 

“Hey there, honey. You want some pancakes?” He asked, gesturing toward the kitchen. 

Maisy groaned at the idea of having to wait for me to eat to get into the pool and I laughed, squeezing her little hand. 

“I already ate, but thanks. I better take our little mermaid outside before she just withers away.” I looked back up at him, watching his eyes fly up to meet mine from whatever body part of mine he was ogling. 

I’d never felt so good in my own skin before. The way Harry looked at me—like he wanted to devour every inch of my body, like he wanted to consume me—it made my confidence skyrocket. I’d always felt that I was too big to attract anyone, especially after my last boyfriend, who made constant hints about me going to the gym with him. But here was Harry, the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid my eyes on… and he couldn’t keep his off me. 

“Of course. Y’all have fun. Holler if you need me.” Harry said, licking his lips as his eyes searched my own. 

Maisy tugged me hard, dragging me past him. 

“We will.” I replied, silently praying he would reach his hand out and touch me as I passed him, but he didn’t. 

I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked away though, stinging like a sunburn after a long day of baking. 

I couldn’t stop myself from craning my neck all the way around to look back at the house, desperate for any movement inside that could be Harry. Just as I was ready to slump in my chair with disappointment, he came walking around the side of the house carrying a heavy bag of what looked like soil on his shoulder. 

He was dressed in tight jeans and his usual boots, a light gray t-shirt on his body that showed off the sweat stains from how hard he’d been working. My mouth went dry at the thought of licking drops of sweat off of his chiseled body and I had to force my eyes away from him to stop myself. 

“Hey Uncle H!” Kelsey called out to him, making me wince at the reminder that this man I was infatuated with was my best friend's literal uncle. 

It’s not weird. You only met her two years ago, you’re not a lifelong friend, you didn’t grow up with this man. It’s not weird. I reassured myself silently, nodding to myself in agreement. It wasn’t weird. We met as adults. Sure, there was an age gap but it didn’t bother me. I sighed. I knew it would bother Kelsey, which is where my guilt came from. 

“Hey Kels. When did you get here?” He asked her. 

My eyes followed him from behind my sunglasses, watching as he threw the bag down to the ground, straightening back out with a quiet little groan. My pussy clenched in desire when I heard that noise and then I was stifling my own fucking moan because Harry was reaching for the hem of his sweaty t-shirt. He peeled the material from his body, exposing his glistening chest and his tight muscles, which flexed every time he moved. 

His eyes slid to me as he tucked his shirt into the back of those gloriously tight jeans, his hand reaching up to rub through his sweaty curls slowly. I watched his eyes move down over the expanse of my body, which was stretched out on a lounge chair, sweat pooling in all of my crevices from the hot sun. 

“Just got here so our girl could take a breather.” Kelsey laughed, splashing some water in my general direction. 

“Yeah, we all know what a terror Miss Maze can be.” I teased, watching the small girl giggle and stick her tongue out at me, which I gave right back to her. 

“Anyone hungry yet? I’ll go in and make some sandwiches and lemonade.” Harry offered, moving toward the sliding glass door at the back of his house. 

“Yes, please!” Maisy called out, “And Doritos!” 

“Yeah, yeah. And Doritos.” He laughed, yanking the door open and stepping into the house, but not before shooting me another look over his shoulder. 

My heart was beating so fast that I swore Kelsey and Maze would see it right through my skin. My legs ached to move, to run into the house after him and beg him to take me in the kitchen instead of making lunch. I stayed still as long as I could and then I got up off the chair. 

“I’m gonna go see if he needs help.” I called out over my shoulder as nonchalantly as I could. 

“See if you can coax him into unlocking that precious liquor cabinet of his! I want some vodka in my lemonade.” Kelsey called out, which made me pause with my hand against the door. 

The irony. 

“I’ll see what I can do.” I laughed, shaking my head and prying the door open. 

The air conditioning was on full blast and I shivered as I crossed the threshold. My nipples went hard under my thin bikini top, goosebumps rising all over my arms and chest. I suddenly realized how nearly naked I was in the bright sunny kitchen and wished I would have thrown at least my shorts on before I came inside. I didn’t understand why I picked the tiniest bikini I owned, the one that showed off all of the dimples and dips in my skin, all of my stretch marks and imperfections. 

You picked it because you thought you could seduce him, so get on it! My thoughts taunted me. I pushed them away. 

I went to the fridge, yanking the door open to search for the pitcher of lemonade. I moved some things around and got onto the tips of my toes to reach the back of the top shelf where it had been shoved. 

“Need some help?” 

I jumped at the sound of Harry’s voice, turning around to look at him, nudging the fridge shut as I did so. He was standing right behind me, so close to me that I was surprised I didn’t feel him breathing on my neck. Or hear him come in. I was too busy chastising myself for my exposed skin, the same exposed skin that his eyes were drinking in right now. 

He was still shirtless, glistening with sweat despite how freezing cold it was in here. He leaned back against the island behind him, holding a short glass with about an inch or so of amber colored liquor in it. I watched him swirl the liquid around inside the glass slowly before he lifted it to his mouth, tilting it all down his throat in one smooth go. 

“Hi.” I said softly, my voice nearly squeaking, “I thought I’d help with lunch.” 

His eyes took me in, gliding from my eyes down to my neck, to my chest, to my stomach, all the way past my thighs and to my feet. Then back up… just as slow, his gaze so hot that I swore it was burning every inch of my skin that it covered. 

“What are you drinking?” I asked, desperate to fill the silence.

“Honey whiskey.” He smirked at me, letting his eyes graze lower as he continued, “You know how I love all things honey flavored.” 

I blushed something fierce, trying to keep my smile as demure as possible as I discreetly positioned the pitcher of lemonade in front of my stomach. Harry’s hand shot out, fingers pressing to it so he could shove it back out of the way, exposing my body to him. 

“Sweetheart… you’re being cruel.” He whispered, smiling slowly as he put the glass down behind him. 

“Cruel?” I frowned at him, my eyebrows furrowing. 

He pushed off the kitchen island, stepping toward me, forcing me to crane my head back to look up at him. I was frozen like a deer in headlights. All I could do was stumble backwards away from him, but I hit the counter behind me with nowhere to go. He took the pitcher of lemonade from my hands and put it down for me. 

“I’ve seen you in my pool a hundred times,” He spoke quietly, his arms going to either side of me, locking me in against the counter, “And I’ve never seen you wearing a bikini this small before. Now why’s that?” 

“Um,” I swallowed, shrugging, “Maybe it shrank.” 

“Or maybe you picked it out knowing that I wouldn’t be able to keep my fuckin’ hands to myself when I saw you in it.” He said, leaning in so close to me that I could feel each word as he breathed them onto my mouth. 

“You haven’t touched me yet, so I’d say you—” 

His mouth crashed down against mine, hands sliding off the counter to wrap around my waist instead. I could taste the honey whiskey on his mouth. He was hot, so hot, his skin and his mouth and his tongue all feeling like they could burn me. I plunged my hands into his sweaty curls, tugging at them, rubbing my body up against his like a cat in heat. 

He moaned against me, his hands slipping down to grasp at every inch of flesh that he could get at. He squeezed at my hips, at the rolls at my sides, at the plump curve of my ass. He pulled me against him so hard that I thought I’d mold into him. 

“Harry…” I gasped out as his lips trailed down to my neck, his scruff rough against my delicate skin, “Please…” 

“You wore this just to tease me, didn’t you?” He growled out, lifting a hand up to grasp my jaw tightly, prying my mouth open when he did. He popped his thumb into my mouth and I groaned as I sucked on it happily. 

His free hand went to my bikini top, yanking the thin material away from my breasts to expose them to the cold air and his warm mouth. He moaned as he swirled his tongue around one of my hardened nipples, his teeth scraping softly around the sensitive skin. I gasped, my hips jutting forward to seek out some sort of friction from him. 

“Mmm… you taste so good.” He whispered into my skin, slipping his thumb from my mouth so he could slide his hands down to my outer thighs. 

I gasped loudly as he shoved me up onto the counter, spreading my thighs and pressing himself between them. The rough material of his jeans over his hard cock rubbed all over my pussy, making me moan at the friction. He bit down lightly on my sensitive nipple, dragging his hands up over my sides as he found my lips again. I panted into his mouth, eyes fluttering open to find his own staring back at me darkly. 

“What am I doing?” He whispered, almost to himself as he slid his hands up my chest to my neck, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” 

He said the words but his mouth found mine right after, his tongue slick against my own, his hands exploring my body. They went to my hips, pulling at me until my ass was on the edge of the counter. I was desperate for pleasure, rubbing my cunt all over him, grinding against his hard bulge. His fingers gripped at my thighs hard enough to bruise them and I realized that he was matching my movements, just as desperate as I was. 

He was panting, shaking his head, but his mouth was still against mine as he murmured, “You’re too young for me.” 

“I’m just right for you.” I whispered back, nipping at his bottom lip, watching his mouth fall open, “I’m perfect for you.” 

I kissed him again, sliding my tongue against his in a sloppy manner, trembling at the feeling of his hands as they slid to my arms. He squeezed tight and I worried he would push me back, worried that he would stop this. He looked down at me, his eyes heavily-lidded, like he was drunk. I knew he wasn’t, he was just so aroused that he could barely think straight. I knew it because I felt the same. 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” He whispered, shaking his head slightly before he pulled me back to his mouth. 

I moaned as he dropped his hands back down to my thighs, accepting defeat. I squealed in surprise when he lifted me off the counter like I weighed nothing, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist tightly. I wanted to throw him down on the kitchen floor and ride him right here, but I knew he was taking me somewhere more private. We couldn’t risk being caught. 

He carried me into his home office, kicking the door shut behind him quickly. He gripped my waist with one arm as his other one swiped over his desk, shoving anything in his way onto the floor as he sat me down on the edge of it. He yanked his t-shirt out of his pocket and tossed it on the floor as he plopped down into his large leather chair. Our eyes met as he patted his hand against his thigh very lightly. 

“Get in my lap.” He breathed out, “You wanna be good for me? C’mere. Get in my lap, sweetheart.” 

I nodded eagerly, shifting down into his lap. I straddled him in the chair, my inner thighs squeezing him tightly as I rocked my hips down hard until I felt his cock pressing up against my pussy. I moaned against him at the feeling of him—rock hard under his tight jeans, the friction against my clit sending waves of warmth through my stomach. 

“That’s it.” He encouraged me, trailing his mouth away from my own so he could move it down over my neck. He bit the sensitive skin there, sucking it into his mouth until I was sure a red hickey would form. I didn’t know how I’d explain that. I didn’t care to think of it. It felt too good. 

I slid my hand up to his throat and pushed him back from my body by it, feeling braver by the second. Our eyes met, his lips swollen from our kisses, open and panting for more. I rolled my hips forward again, watching his eyes squeeze shut at the way I felt against his cock. 

“Look at me. Tell me you want me.” I whispered, not a beg or a plea but an order, “Tell me how bad you want my pussy… look at how you’re trembling for it.” 

“Fuck,” His hands tightened around my hips, yanking me down even harder into his lap as he jerked his body up to meet it, “I want you, I fucking need your pussy… need that wet, tight pussy gripping my cock. Need to see it, let me…” 

He urged me backwards to lean against the edge of his desk, the wood sharp against my spine. I didn’t care. I would have twisted my body into unimaginable positions to give him whatever he wanted. He looked down at my pussy, covered by my small bikini bottoms. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous...” He whispered, rubbing his fingers down over my slit. I wished he would rip them right off my body and feel my bare cunt. 

As if he read my mind, he began to tug at the strings that held my bottoms together, his eyes flashing up to mine. I kept my eyes on his, swallowing hard as he unwrapped my pussy like it was a gift. The bottoms fell away from my body and onto the floor, his eyes turning down to look at me as soon as I was bare. 

“Honey,” He breathed out, two of his fingers swiping up along my wet slit, shaking his head slightly, “Look how wet you are. You want me this bad? S’fucking pathetic for me, aren’t you?”

He watched my reaction as he showed me his fingers, glistening with my arousal. He offered them to me and I wrapped my lips around them, tasting myself on his skin. I swirled my tongue around his fingers, lapping at them desperately, watching his eyes glisten at me. 

“Such a good girl.” He murmured, pulling his fingers back, grasping onto my thighs tightly to yank me back into his lap. 

I snuggled down against him, grinding my pussy all over his lap. My eyes fluttered up at the feeling of his hard cock under me, so rock solid for me. 

He squeezed my cheeks to force my lips open so he could fuck his tongue into my mouth, moaning as he tasted me. I couldn’t believe how much I was aching from his kisses alone, I was never one to enjoy a sloppy or wet kiss but his were so fucking desperate. It was like he needed to fuck every hole on my body with his tongue, like he had to lick every inch of my mouth and taste every crevice of me before he was satisfied. I’d never felt that desire from anyone and I couldn’t stop shaking from the way it made me feel. 

Harry pulled away from the kiss slightly, but I yanked him right back, tasting him the way he just did to me. 

“Spit in my mouth.” I whispered against his lips, half-opening my hazy eyes as I repeated myself, “Spit in my mouth.” 

His eyes sparkled, “You wanna taste me? Open.” 

I gladly did, extending my tongue to him, watching his own as it worked behind his closed lips. His hold on my face turned softer, almost tender as he let his spit slowly dribble down onto my waiting tongue. He wrapped his lips around it right after, sucking on it and pressing his own tongue into my mouth. His free hand grabbed onto my cheeks and made me look down at his lap, squeezing my face tightly. 

“Look at the way you’re dripping all over my jeans. Should make you get on your fuckin’ knees and lick it off.” He said, to which I let out a whine and began to nod as much as I could, “Yes? You want to? Use your words, sweetheart.” 

He didn’t release my face, he squeezed it harder as he pulled me close to him, his eyes dark as they flickered over me. 

“I want to! Please, let me clean it for you. Let me taste you.” I begged him, my fingers desperately reaching under my body for his zipper. 

“On your knees.” He ordered me, his strong hands back to gripping my arms as he guided me off his desk and onto the floor in front of him. He gestured to the wet spot I left against the crotch in his jeans and my face went up in flames. 

“Lick it.” He whispered, reaching over to curl his fingers into my hair, pulling my head down, “Taste your cunt all over my jeans like a good girl.” 

My eyes flashed up to look at him as I carefully slid my tongue along the wet spot in his crotch. He shivered at the sight, shaking his head slightly as I continued to lick across my arousal. The taste of myself mixed with the material of his jeans was sharp, I was surprised and a little embarrassed at how well I could actually taste myself there. I really was dripping for him. 

My thighs rubbed together desperately trying to get any friction I could. I was so wet that I was dripping down my thighs and I couldn’t stand another moment of not having his cock in my mouth. 

“Need your cock.” I mumbled, looking up at him with pleading eyes. I flattened my tongue along the outline of his hard length through his jeans, feeling his fingers tighten in my hair, “Please, Harry… please, let me make you feel good.” 

A strangled sound escaped his mouth as he nodded at me almost violently, his fingers flying down to undo his pants. I thought I would have liked for him to tug those tight jeans down so I could see his thighs, but he didn’t. He only reached in and pulled his hard cock out for me. Something about only being able to see his dripping cock exposed made it feel inherently dirtier, made my entire body buzz with a thrill. 

His cock was perfect to me. Not too long, perfectly thick, the head of it flushed dark pink and dripping with precum for me. Thick veins protruded from the sides and throbbed along with his pulse. Harry wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and brought it up in one slow stroke. My mouth watered when more precum dripped out for me, his thumb pressing over his slit so he could spread it around the head. 

“Give me that tongue.” He whispered, guiding my face down to his lap as I bared my tongue to him. He tapped the head of his cock against it, letting me taste the slightly salty drops of his arousal. He gasped softly as he did this a few more times and then he pressed his cock into my mouth. 

I moaned when I finally tasted him fully, swirling my tongue around the head excitedly, lapping up every drop of him. He tangled his fingers into my hair, urging my face down gently, like he was testing me to see if I could take more. I could. I slid my mouth down until I met his hand which was still wrapped around the base. I pulled back until my lips popped off him and I spit onto his cock, watching my saliva slowly drip down to his fist. 

“Fuck. Fuck, baby…” He gasped out, sliding his hand up over his shaft once again, helping to spread my spit all over it, “You’re such a filthy little thing, aren’t you?” 

I smiled as I slid my mouth back down around his cock, urging his hand to move away so I could take him all the way. He pressed into my throat, feeling the resistance, but I forced past it until I could feel his cock at the back of it. I held him there for a moment, held him there until he started to jerk his hips up, clearly needing to fuck something. I nodded around him and his hands were suddenly on either side of my head and he began to roughly fuck up into my face, slamming me down onto his cock over and over. 

“God!” He cried out, pulling my mouth off of him as quickly as he started. I was panting heavily and drooling, dumb for his cock. He held me very still as he looked away from me, trying his hardest to hold his orgasm back. 

I let out a whine, my hands going down to slip between my thighs so I could touch my aching clit finally. He stopped me before I could even get near my cunt. He reached for me, pulling me back until I was sitting on the edge of his desk once again. He stood in front of me, angling himself between my spread legs. 

Harry trailed his large hand down over my chest, yanking my bikini top down once more to expose my breasts. He pinched each of my nipples and then his head dove forward so he could wrap his lips around them, sucking them hard. His teeth grazed over my sensitive skin and I nearly screamed at the pleasure I was feeling. 

“Harry, please!” I cried out, my hips rolling against nothing, seeking some sort of pleasure out. I was humping the air, that’s how desperate I had become for him. 

“How wet are you for me now? Show me.” He whispered, his voice so calm despite the way he was shaking as he pulled back from his assault on my breasts. “Spread those fucking legs… oh, honey… fuck.” 

I leaned back on my elbows, spreading my thighs as wide as I could to show off my glistening cunt. His hand moved to begin stroking his cock again as he looked down at me. His eyes were heavy-lidded and black with lust, his pupils so blown out that all the green had disappeared. 

“Touch yourself.” He said, biting down on his bottom lip to stifle a moan as I obeyed, my fingers slipping down to my cunt. 

I scissored my fingers in a V shape, spreading my swollen lips open so he could see how absolutely dripping I was before I slid those fingers down to thrust them inside of myself. 

I was so drunk with lust and the need to come that I couldn’t even focus on putting on a show for him the way I would have liked. I could only press my fingers into my slippery cunt and feel how soaking wet I was as I pressed the heel of my palm into my clit. I began to shake at the pleasure that rolled through me, the only sounds being of our heavy panting and my wet pussy gushing as I fucked myself with my fingers. 

Harry couldn’t look away from me, but he was shaking his head, like he was fighting some inner demons about what we were doing here in his office with his family right outside. 

“Fuck it. I’m going to hell anyways.” He breathed out, and then he was wrapping his hand around my wrist and yanking me forward by it. 

He brought my fingers up to his mouth, shiny with my arousal, and I watched him guide my fingertips over his lips slowly. I could feel his cock pressing against my entrance below us and I quickly adjusted myself a little to give him easier access. Neither of us moved for a moment, both knowing that we shouldn’t be doing this but unable to stop ourselves. 

I made the first move this time. I pushed my fingers into his mouth at the same time that his cock sank slowly into my tight cunt. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he sucked at my fingers in a greedy manner, his hands moving to grip at my waist. I knew there would be bruises on my hips tomorrow in the shapes of his fingers, but I didn’t care. I wanted a reminder of him. 

His hands gripped onto me tightly and he didn’t let me do any work. He just held me still while he thrusted forward into my cunt roughly, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He dropped his forehead against mine, his eyes flashing down to meet mine. 

“Do I taste good?” I asked him as I slid my wet fingers out of his mouth, moving them to grip his jaw in my hand, “Let me taste.” 

It was his turn to offer his tongue to me and I slid my own against it, slipping it around in a swirling motion as I pressed it back into his mouth. I could taste my cunt there, the musky, feminine taste of my arousal so familiar to me. I moaned into him as my tongue went wild, licking at every crevice of his mouth. He began to fuck me even harder, his cock stretching me open and making me feel like I was being split into two.

I had to pull back from the kiss to moan and cry out, my hands reaching out for something to steady myself on. One hand wrapped around the edge of his desk, the other tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Harder… make it hurt…” I whimpered out loudly, “Fuck!” 

“Shh.” He slammed his hand over my mouth, “Quiet for me, baby. Quiet. Can’t let anyone know what a delicious little fucktoy I have in here. Mine, mine, mine…” 

I whined into his palm, nodding my head vigorously. Yes, I was his. I was his this whole time. I’d be his forever if he wanted me that long. I tried to move, tried to match his thrusts, but he wouldn’t let me. He was in control of my body, he owned it, he was going to use me like a toy. Fucktoy, he called me. I enjoyed it more than I ever imagined I would. 

“You’re perfect, so perfect… your cunt is a fuckin’ dream.” He panted out, slamming his body into me harder and harder, “Touch yourself. I want you to feel you come around my cock.” 

I gripped onto his shoulder with one hand to steady myself as I slid the other between my thighs. He cursed softly as I started to rub my clit in quick circles. I moaned against his palm, feeling myself start to drool from how fucked out I was. 

I was weak, his cock slamming into me hurt so good and I couldn’t keep holding myself up. I fell back against the desk, his hand falling from my mouth as I did. The new angle made his cock press right up against my g-spot and I couldn’t stop the sob from escaping my mouth at how deliciously good it felt. 

“My little crybaby slut, shh…” Harry murmured to me, reaching a hand down to wipe my tears, “I know it feels so fucking good, honey… I know. You’re doing so good for me. Taking every inch of my cock… fuck, you feel incredible.” 

“I’m gonna come,” I whimpered out, “can’t hold it…” 

“Just a little longer, just a…” He gasped out, “Tell me… tell me how bad you want me…” 

I whined, feeling my stomach tighten up as my orgasm built faster and faster, “So fucking bad… I touch myself every night thinking about you. Dream about the way your cock felt inside of me, splitting me open l-like… like it is right now, fuck! Harry, please, please let me come, I’ll be so good for you…” 

Harry’s eyes flashed and his thrusts became that of an animalistic nature, like he had snapped and lost all grip on reality, “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.” 

His thrusts were so feral that his desk actually moved, it rocked back a foot or so with force. I couldn’t stop to focus on it as my orgasm finally hit its peak and washed over me. My vision blurred and blackened as I came harder than I ever thought was possible, so hard that I felt as if I were seeing stars. I was shaking viciously as my cunt gushed once again, this time wetting his bare chest and his jeans much more than it did the last time. 

“Oh god,” He moaned at the sight, reaching his hand between us so he could start to rub my clit in quick, harsh circles, “Give me one more.” 

“I… I can’t…” I gasped out, shaking my head, but I was lying. I could. I could feel it start to build as soon as he touched my clit, but I was so sensitive that it almost hurt. 

“You can and you will.” He ordered me, his hand moving faster, pressing down hard, “C’mon, princess. Come for me, show me how good you can be.” 

“Fuck!” I cried out, my eyes flashing open to look down as I came once more, his hand working quick circles through my entire second orgasm. 

I had to reach down to wrap my hand around his wrist and stop him, holding him still as I twitched and squirted a little more. He thrusted into me only a few more times, his mouth claiming my own so I would muffle the sound of his moaning. He was so vocal, all slow moans and heavy breaths as he came hard. His hands slid over the sides of my body, groping at my sweaty skin as he pulled me into a sitting position. Our bare chests pressed together as his tongue massaged mine. 

My legs were trembling as I dropped them from where they were locked around his waist. His large hands moved over my shoulders and down my back, feeling over my spine. I didn’t ever want to stop kissing him. It made my entire body feel alive. I clung to him a little tighter, wishing I could rewind and relive this moment again and again and again. 

Harry held my face in his hands as he pulled back to look at me, running his thumbs across the apples of my cheeks.

“You’re all burnt.” He smiled, his voice low, “Didn’t your parents ever tell you to wear sunscreen?” 

“No. You wanna play daddy and teach me?” I lifted an eyebrow to him, tilting my face further into his palm. 

“Don’t be bad now.” He shook his head, smiling brighter and lowering his lips to mine, “Not after showing me how good you are…” 

He kissed me a moment longer before pulling back, reaching out a hand to pull a handful of tissues from the box that thankfully hadn’t been pushed onto the ground in our passionate state. He breathed out a quiet sigh as he pulled out of me, pressing the tissues against me to stop the spill of his semen from dripping out. 

I eyed him as he straightened himself out, zipping up his jeans as he reached down for my bikini bottoms from the floor. He examined them, looking confused by the many strings, as if he intended to figure them out and dress me himself. I shot him a gentle smile as I took them from him to do it on my own. 

“So…” He started to say, his heavy gaze on me as I pulled my bikini back into place, tightening the strings and adjusting my top. 

“So…” I repeated, giving him a look, watching him rub a hand over his face with a soft curse. 

“Are you…” He broke off, his hand working to the back of his neck as he looked at me sheepishly, “Are you seeing anyone right now?” 

“Hmm?” I cocked my head in confusion, “Like dating? No… nope. Not dating anyone.” 

“You’re not going out with that Jace Matthews kid?” He asked, a skeptical look on his face. 

“Jace?” I blurted out, my face heating, “No. I mean… no, we just fooled around a little.” 

Harry’s face hardened, his voice dark, “Last night?” 

“No!” My eyebrows knitted together. 

“Sam mentioned he saw you out with him last night… I just assumed.” He shrugged a shoulder, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. 

Sam Davis. One of Harry’s closest friends and probably the only person who knows how he actually feels about me. Maze told me how she overheard the two of them talking about my ‘honey’ and she thankfully confused it with me keeping bees. I didn’t know how I was going to produce a beehive for her if she ever actually insisted on seeing them. 

“Oh.” I straightened up, a lightbulb going off in my head. He was jealous. I relaxed with a soft smile, “God, no. Jace is old news, we just have some mutual friends now. I haven’t… there isn’t anyone else but you.” 

“Good.” He whispered to me, leaning up against the door behind him, his eyes flickering over my face. 

My face went up in flames again. I was grateful for the sunburn on my cheeks, praying that it was helping to disguise how often this man seemed to make me blush. He had a real talent for it. 

“What about you and that vet? Isobel, right?” I asked him, remembering the amount of times I watched in envy as he flirted with the pretty veterinarian who came to take care of his horses. 

His eyes narrowed slightly as he shook his head, “We had some sparks at one point, I guess. But not now. Not anymore.” 

He reached behind his body and popped the door open, pushing it out so I could pass him and head back to the kitchen. We’d been gone so long that Maze and Kelsey would certainly expect a gourmet lunch instead of sandwiches and Doritos. I hoped she wouldn’t question me about it later. 

“And what about me?” I asked him as I stepped forward, getting closer to him, “Do you feel sparks with me?” 

We stared at one another for a long, intense moment. He shifted forward, pressing his body against mine, trapping me between him and the door frame. His arms slid easily around my waist and his eyes were smoldering as they met my own. I thought he might kiss me again and send us both into another sexual frenzy, but he just leaned in close. He lightly glided the tip of his nose along the side of my face, inhaling my scent. 

I knew the place would be filled with familiar faces, which made me feel much more comfortable with expanding my boundaries and stepping out of my comfort zone. I didn’t know a lot of the celebrities personally, but I knew the photographers, the stylists, the make-up artists, the label executives and film directors - all the people behind the scenes, the ones that really ran things. The celebrities never seemed to matter to me, I didn’t come here specifically to seek the famous people out - I just went with anyone I had an attraction to.

Which is why I was a little surprised by the tickling electricity that ran up my spine at my first sight of him:

Grammy Award Winner Harry fuckin’ Styles.

I had never met him before, but everyone knew who he was - you had to be living under a rock these days to not know his name. My first time at Black Rabbit I spent a little time with an actor from a popular crime show, named Matthew, who had previously hooked up with Harry (both in and out of the club) and he told me just how insatiable the man was. He told me that every time he appeared - which unfortunately wasn’t very often, as he didn’t have much free time - he would take his time exploring the place, feeling out the vibes of everyone around him and picking who he would play with that night.

The problem seemed to be that he vibed with nearly everyone, he had one of those personalities - charismatic, magnetic, captivating - he pulled you toward him and held you there as long as he so desired.

I was lounging in a red velvet chair when he entered the room and I witnessed that pull of his firsthand. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

He was wearing the same outfit I watched him perform in earlier and I drank it in - black boots, black leather pants, a matching leather jacket that was undone and a green feather boa. He was shirtless underneath, his tanned, tattooed chest and abs gleaming below the dim lighting of the club, drawing my eyes there. He was even more beautiful in person than he was on stage, if that was possible. I felt my lips part, my body straightening out in the chair as soon as I laid my eyes on him.

Harry worked his way through the club as his security detail stayed a couple of feet behind, watching him do his thing. My eyes followed as he moved, a graceful prowl, hunting for what he would feast on tonight. His darkened eyes flickered around the crowded club, a slow smirk growing on his face as he met the stares of those around us who were brave enough to look back.

I didn’t realize that I was one of the brave few until his eyes found mine. The stare was so intense that I felt stuck, like I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to - he had complete power over me immediately and I found that I didn’t mind. I had never considered myself to be a sub until the moment he looked at me and I knew that if he wanted, I would let him have his way with me.

He seemed intrigued by my unwillingness to avert my gaze, tilting his head to the side just barely as he licked his lips and started in my direction. I inhaled sharply, readying myself for what was about to happen, when he was intercepted by a couple that he seemed to know.

I realized quickly that I knew them as well, they were the couple that eased me into the threesome my second time here. The actor’s name was Austin, along with his long time girlfriend, Celine. The three of them spoke for a few moments before they were turning off and heading for a private room.

Not one to follow without invitation, I slumped back into my seat and let out a quiet sigh at the disappointing climax to that scenario, ready to find someone else to spend my time with. I had just started to look around again when suddenly Matthew was there, grabbing onto my hand and tugging me up from my spot. I let out a tiny yelp at it, my eyes widening up at him, but he only grinned at me.

“Mr. Styles has requested for you to join us.” He purred down to me, raising his eyebrows, “Would you?”

“Yes.” I breathed out without hesitation, nodding my head deliriously, unable to grasp that he requested me. He must have felt that same attraction I did the moment our eyes met.

Matthew’s eyes fell down to my body, eyeing the thin, sheer, black lace teddy covering me, a garter belt attached over my generous thighs to my stockings. I felt Matthew lean in close to me and run his hand down my side and over to one of my nipples, brushing it lightly. I took a deep breath, which only pressed my chest further into his touch, making his smile widen.

“You’re just as sweet as cherry pie. Come on.” He murmured, offering me his hand, waiting for me to place mine against his, “We won’t bite.”

“I like biting.” I teased him back, giving him my hand and watching his eyebrows raise, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Then love bites you shall receive.” He stated, guiding me down the hall and toward a set of huge black double doors that were shut, those two security guards of Harry’s standing in front of them.

They moved aside for Matthew immediately, each grabbing a door to open them for us, neither one making eye contact or really looking at us at all. I could hear moans as soon as we entered the room, which was dimly lit with some type of orange-ish, golden hued lighting.

There was a large bed in against the wall opposite the doors, a velvet couch pressed off to the side of it, and two matching lounge chairs on the other side. I knew each room held fresh toys, kept in a large chest at the end of the bed, but this room also had items hanging on each wall. Rope, floggers, whips, restraints, blindfolds… it held every toy or tool you’d see at any sex shop.

A chill ran down my spine as I eyed them, wondering if my partners for the night would be interested in using any of them. I hoped they would. I loved being tied up.

Matthew guided me by my arm over toward the couch on the side of the room, his eyes dark as he turned to look at the scene set before us.

“Come here…” He murmured, grabbing me and sitting me down next to him, one of his hands pressing to my back and trailing up and down my spine. I shivered at his touch, eyeing the side of his gorgeous face before turning my eyes toward the bed in the middle of the room as well.

Harry was laying in the bed, still in his full leather outfit, but his pants were unbuttoned. His hand was hidden inside of them as he touched himself, watching Austin and Celine. I glanced over at the couple, watching as they kissed deeply, his hands trailing down over her chest and cupping her breasts. Austin’s fingers pinched at her nipples as she gasped out at the sensation. He brought his other hand down the front of her body, slipping it inside of her underwear to feel her.

My eyes flew back to Harry as Matthew leaned against me, one hand brushing my thick hair over my shoulder to expose my neck to him. His mouth connected to my flesh and I sighed at the feeling of being touched after watching everyone else touching one another all night long. My cunt was throbbing with desire and I could feel how wet my underwear were as my eyes locked with Harry’s once again.

He smirked at me, trailing his eyes down over my body for a long, slow moment before he moved them back over to the couple in front of him who were now getting undressed. My eyes moved down to the front of Harry’s leather pants, watching as his hand moved up and down with each of his strokes along his cock beneath the leather trousers. I wanted to see it, wanted to taste it, possibly more than I’d ever wanted anything.

“You want to taste him?” Matthew murmured against my ear and I nodded eagerly, swallowing as he chuckled softly, trailing his mouth over my skin, “So do I.”

Matthew’s lips were rough against my skin but I enjoyed the feeling, forcing my head to turn away from the scene before me so I could kiss him, moaning as his tongue slid between my lips. His hands grasped my waist and tugged me closer, groping their way up my body, when suddenly a voice spoke.

“Matthew.”

Harry’s voice was thick with lust and heavy with his accent. We pulled back from the kiss as soon as he spoke, both of us turning to look at him for the cause of the interruption. He stared at us as he pushed his leather pants down just slightly, just enough for him to pull his cock out of them. It was fucking beautiful - swollen with desire, the head of it dripping shiny precum that I had the immediate desire to lick up. He fisted his hand around it, giving himself long, slow strokes as his eyes found Matthew’s. I couldn’t look away from his thumb as he ran it over the head, a string of precum connecting the two as he pulled it away.

No other words had to be said, he just stood up and moved to Harry without a word, dropping to his knees before the rockstar. I licked my lips and leaned back against the couch as I watched his hard cock slide slowly into Matthew’s mouth.

Harry reached down and buried his fingers into the man’s light brown hair, pulling him down harder, a moan escaping his lips as he did so. I could see Celine and Austin stopping their movements behind him, standing up from the bed, both fully undressed now.

Harry’s eyes opened up and found mine again, heavily lidded like he was in a trance, his lips moving in a direct order to me.

“Touch yourself for me, pet.” He murmured to me as my eyes fell from him and down to the man who was sucking his cock, “Wanna watch you.”

I met Harry’s eyes again as Celine and Austin made their way over to me, each one taking a seat on either side of me, their hands reaching for me in unison. Austin pulled my mouth to his and kissed me deeply, his full lips like pillows beneath my own. I nipped at his bottom lip, remembering from our last encounter that he enjoyed a little pain with his pleasure like I did, listening to him moan at it.

His girlfriend began to kiss along my neck, one of her hands grabbing onto mine, guiding it down toward my panties. I turned away from Austin so I could kiss her next, inhaling the sweet scent of her, my free hand reaching up to grab the back of her head. She deepened the kiss, tongue sliding in to meet mine, as she continued to guide my hand down into my underwear.

She kept hers laid on top of mine until my fingers touched my wet folds and then she released me, allowing me to touch myself on my own. I pulled away from our kiss to gasp at the relief of finally touching my throbbing clit, my eyes getting pulled back to Harry’s as the couple with me moved their mouths and hands over my upper body.

Celine’s hands pulled at my teddy to release my breasts, her warm lips wrapping around one of my hardened nipples as Austin’s mouth sucked at my earlobe, his hand wrapping around the front of my throat to choke me lightly as he did so.

Harry was staring at me touching myself, licking his lips and moaning loudly as Matthew continued to suck his cock. His head was bobbing up and down wildly, the gagging noises making my cunt clench up in arousal. My eyes moved over Harry’s torso, watching him as he shrugged the black leather jacket off his sweaty body, dropping it down to the floor.

Our eyes met again, making me inhale sharply at the intense eye contact. His eyes flickered over to watch the couple surrounding me as they took turns kissing and sucking at my skin, their greedy hands exploring my body.

Pulling my fingers out of my underwear, I held contact with Harry’s intense eyes as I brought my wet fingers up to my mouth. I watched his lips part slowly as his eyes followed the movement of my tongue gliding slowly along my fingers, tasting myself on them. I let out a moan, pressing my fingers into my mouth, giving a small laugh at the look on his face.

Celine dropped to her knees before me so she could unhook me from my garter belt and pull my underwear off. Austin stood up and grabbed the hair at the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his hard cock as his lovely girlfriend buried her face into my wet cunt. I couldn’t stop myself from opening my eyes and looking over at Harry again as I worked my mouth down over Austin’s dick, swirling my tongue around the tip of it. He was staring back at us, watching the scene before him unfold, looking as if he were ready to jump in.

I moaned around Austin’s cock as Celine slid her tongue into me deeply, my hips rocking forward for more contact. He pulled at my hair hard, pushing me down further onto his cock and I gagged around his length but let him hold me down there, gasping loudly when he pulled me back to take a breath.

“Good girl.” He praised me with a smile, his thumb coming up to wipe the spit that was dripping down my chin from it.

My eyes caught the action of Harry and Matthew both undressing behind Celine and Harry moved to roll a condom on immediately, falling to his knees behind her form. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head when she moaned against my clit as he reached down to feel how wet she was, his fingers coming up slick with her arousal. He met my eyes again as he slid those fingers into his mouth, sucking the taste of her off.

I averted my gaze from him, knowing somehow that it would drive him crazy if I didn’t pay attention to him, and sure enough, he let out a whine that made me smile.

I continued to ignore him, spitting into my hand and wrapping it around the base of Austin’s cock, licking along the tip of it as I began to jerk him off. Celine groaned into me again just as I turned to watch Harry thrust into her from behind, his fingers grasping at her hips tightly. He didn’t waste a second, he started to drive into her without abandon, so roughly and fiercely that she had to grasp onto my thighs to keep herself steady for him.

I pulled my mouth from Austin, listening to him grunt in frustration when I did, moving my mouth to Celine’s and kissing her deeply. I kept my eyes open as I did so I could look at Harry, watching him smirk at me as he stared back, his thighs and hips slapping against her skin. He wrapped an arm to the front of her body and placed his fingers around her throat, yanking her back against him and away from my mouth. I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling as if I was in the middle of some sick game with him.

Matthew moved behind Harry, now wearing a condom himself and holding a bottle of lube in his hand. I watched Harry’s eyes glaze over as the man behind him pressed his lubed fingers into his backside, working them in and out slowly for a bit, following behind with his cock. I watched Harry gasp and moan as Matthew began to fuck him as he fucked Celine.

Matthew’s hands gripped his hips, pressing into those widely known fern tattoos and I zoned in on it, barely able to focus as Austin pressed a hand to my shoulder and directed me onto my knees in front of Celine. She was blind with lust, her body jerking forward with each harsh thrust that Harry pressed into her, all three of their bodies moving together in sync.

Austin’s mouth came down to my ear, his voice a low whisper, “Do you like watching, baby? Or do you want to join in on the fun? Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Fuck me…” I begged immediately in a whispered voice, tearing my eyes off of Harry so I could look up at Austin.

I reached up and pushed a strand of his long blonde hair out of his face, watching those beautiful blue eyes of his darken down at me. He smiled, his hand gentle as he brought it around the back of my head to gently pet my hair, pulling my mouth up to his. He kissed me deeply for a moment and then turned me back around to face his girlfriend, putting me directly in front of her, so close that my nipples rubbed over her own chest every time we moved.

Bending forward, I flicked my tongue over her nipples, lifting one hand to my mouth and licking my fingers quickly to bring them between her plush thighs, rubbing her clit in circles. Austin worked a condom on behind me and lined himself up, slipping inside without hesitation. My tight cunt resisted his size, and I moaned loudly against Celine’s chest, moving to bury my face into the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arms around me to keep me steady as I adjusted to his size, feeling stuffed full.

“Fuck!” I moaned out, unable to stop myself from begging him, “Fuck me harder... harder…”

He obliged, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me as harshly as he could, sending cries from my lips at the sensation. I was panting heavily and could hardly form words as he fucked me, but I wanted more pain - I craved it and I didn’t know how to ask for it when I was so delirious with the pleasure of his cock stretching me open.

A strong hand grasped my throat then and a strangled moan escaped me as the fingers tightened, giving me exactly what I wanted, dragging me up away from Celine’s body. It was at that moment that I realized who the hand belonged to - the fingers around my throat had heavy rings on each of them, and they pulled my gaze up until it was locked with his over Celine’s shoulder.

“Do you like this?” He whispered to me, his voice thick and strangled as he tried to multitask with all the bodies and pleasure happening around him. My eyes flicked down to watch his cock move in and out of her, to watch Matthew’s hips thrust into him, over and over again, his hands wrapped around his chest and tweaking his nipples as he did so.

Harry’s hand squeezed around my throat as I nodded at him, my voice a gasped order, “Yes… fuck… tighter. Squeeze tighter.”

An eyebrow raised, but he obliged, tightening his fingers around my throat as he pulled my face even closer to his. Our foreheads touched and I could feel his warm breath against my face as he panted, a guttural moan pulling from his throat.

“That cock feels so fucking good in you, doesn’t it, kitten?” He asked, teasing me by leaning forward as if he was going to kiss me and then pulling away, “Tell me… tell me how good it feels.”

“God…” I choked out, feeling Austin’s cock slide in and out of me wildly, making me shiver and shake and nearly break down, “He feels fucking amazing… his cock is… oh, fuck! So good...”

Harry gasped and released my throat when Matthew began to really pound into him and I wasn’t able to focus on the loss of his hand around my throat because Austin picked up the pace to match the other bodies in the room. Soon there were no sounds but moans and panting and the slapping of skin against skin as we all fucked like rabbits to get to our individual orgasms.

My lips found Celine’s, kissing her deeply and swallowing her moans, feeling her fingers rake down my sweaty back as she clung to me. Austin leaned forward to kiss his girlfriend over my shoulder as soon as I was done kissing her, and as he did so, Matthew let out a loud moan, his muscles flexing as he came. He slowed to a stop and soon after he did, Celine was moaning and gasping, sandwiched between me and Harry, brought to orgasm by both his cock in her and my fingers still working her clit.

Harry pulled out of her slowly when she finished - no orgasm had for him. I could feel one building in me, but I switched my thoughts to something else, trying desperately to edge myself. I wasn’t ready to cum yet - I wanted to cum with Harry.

Austin came shortly after the others, leaning heavily against my back and gasping into my skin, his lips pressing gentle kisses to me. I shivered under the touch, my dazed eyes looking up to meet Harry’s immediately.

He moved to toss out his condom and then stood by the bed, his turning onto me, his cock half-hard as he watched me. He didn’t look at anyone else but me as he spoke.

“Do you guys mind if I...”

Matthew laughed, cutting him off, “She’s all yours.”

Austin pulled out of me and helped me up to my feet, my thighs shaking from my almost-orgasm, pressing a quick kiss to my mouth and wiggling his eyebrows, “Have fun, babe.”

The other two came over to kiss me as well, their sneaky smiles saying all that I needed to know. I was about to get my entire life rocked by this man - one on one. I froze up as soon as the door clicked behind the three of them as they left to get cleaned up, my back stiffening as Harry started toward me. His hand was fisted around his cock again, pumping it up and down slowly to work himself back up. His eyes didn’t leave me as he did it and when he removed his hand, he was rock hard once again.

God, he really didn’t just walk - he prowled. He prowled around me as if I was his prey and he was going to eat me alive. His eyes took in my body, gliding along the curves and the dips and the sweat that glistened on me. I was breathing harshly, waiting for his touch, the anticipation almost too much to handle.

“Down on your knees for me, love.” He ordered, pressing one hand to my body finally, only it was just to my shoulder as he pushed me down to my knees in front of him, “Open up…”

He held his dick at the base, guiding it to my lips, pressing the swollen head of his cock to them. I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head of him, tasting the salty precum, moaning at it. I looked up to meet his eyes as I wrapped my lips around his cock, allowing him to have control of pushing himself further in.

“I want to fuck your face…” He said in a raspy voice, raising his eyebrows to me. His lips parted slightly as he continued to push his cock further into my mouth as I licked and sucked him like he was my favorite popsicle.

I nodded around his length and he cupped my face in his hands, moving his fingers back to tangle into my hair. I looked up and met his eyes, watching him give me a look.

“Squeeze my leg if it’s too much.” He said, and then he pulled his hips back and slammed his cock back into my mouth.

Harry began to fuck my face roughly, his cock pressing down my throat with every single thrust, making my eyes water as he gave me no room to breathe or gather myself. He pulled my face down onto him hard, until my lips met his pelvis, holding me there for a long moment. I was breathing heavily through my nose, tears starting to stream over my cheeks from the pressure of his large cock pushing further and further down my throat.

But I refused to tap out. I gagged against him and he pulled back, removing his cock from my lips. I gasped out loud, watching my spit trail from my lips to his cock, thick strings of it connecting between the two. I reached up as I panted heavily to catch my breath, wiping the spit off my mouth and rubbing it all over his cock.

I looked up and met his eyes, which were hazy with lust, sticking my tongue out and slapping his cock against it gently before I took him back into my mouth. He moaned loudly, petting the back of my head as he let me control the pace now.

“Such a good cocksucking little slut, hmm?” He cooed down to me and I nodded happily around his cock, moaning at the taste of him, “Feels so fucking good… gotta stop before I cum, baby.”

Harry pulled away from me and reached down, grasping me under the arms to urge me up onto my feet. His chest was rising and falling heavily with each breath as he struggled to regain control of himself. His hand came up to my face, thumb wiping some excess spit from my chin with a slow grin before he turned away.

He moved to pick up the green feather boa that he wore earlier, feeling the material of it, letting it slide between his fingers over and over again.

“Tell me, pet…” Harry said quietly, “Do you enjoy being tied up?”

“Yes.” I replied, nodding my head at him, “Very much so.”

“Would you let me tie you up,” he paused, tilting his head as he stepped closer to me, “and have my way with you?”

I could practically feel my eyes sparkling at him as I nodded in agreement, “Please.”

“Need you to say it.” He murmured, his body so close to me that I could feel his chest brush over mine with every breath inhaled.

He moved up to drape the boa over my neck, the soft feathers tickling my skin as his hands moved down over each end slowly, waiting for my answer.

“I want you…” I whispered, leaning into him until my lips were barely touching his own, “to do whatever you want with m-...”

He used the boa to yank me against him, dipping his head down to claim my mouth with his own, hungry and desperate and warm. His lips were soft but harsh, letting me know how badly he wanted this. He pried my lips open with his tongue, exploring my mouth, moaning into it.

He wrapped his arms around my body and spun me around, backing me up toward the bed until the backs of my knees hit it, making me fall back onto it. His body fell with mine, his thigh pressing between my legs as he pushed me up further toward the headboard. I moaned into his mouth when his thigh made contact with my cunt, desperately needing more.

One hand pressed to my throat as he pulled back from our passionate kissing, his other hand yanking the boa out from under me. He smirked down at me as he looped it around my wrists a couple of times, tying them together and then guiding my wrists up to the iron headboard and tying the boa around it securely. I tested the hold, tugging against the boa, finding that he tied it surprisingly tight.

He raised his eyebrows to me like he was checking to be sure it was okay and I nodded at him happily, my hips raising up off the bed to get closer to him, needing to feel him.

“Harry…” I whispered, watching him grin at how whiny and desperate my voice was.

“Yes?” He lowered his mouth down to my breasts, kissing over them, letting his tongue snake out to lick each of my nipples as he did.

“I need you to fuck me…” I begged him, gasping at the sensation of his warm mouth on my skin.

“Do you?” He murmured, chuckling quietly, continuing to move his greedy lips down over my body, “How do you want it, baby?”

“Hard.” I moaned out, feeling his mouth slip down over my tummy and toward my hips, covering every inch with his mouth, “Rough… I want you to…”

“What?” He coaxed me, his voice teasing.

“Hurt me.” I said, swallowing harshly, because I never knew how anyone would react to this, “I want you to make it hurt.”

Harry tilted his head up to meet my eyes, his body settled between my thighs now, his cock fully hard and ready for me. He moved back down to kiss the insides of each of my thighs, his breath warm against my skin.

He murmured, “Knew I liked you the second I saw you…”

His teeth sunk into the delicate skin of my inner thigh, making me gasp out and sit up slightly, only to be restrained back to the bed by the feather boa. He chuckled against my skin, licking at the bite mark to soothe it, crawling back up my body until he was face to face with me again.

His lips came down onto mine, one hand grasping my face, fingers pressing harshly into my cheeks to pry my mouth open so his tongue could explore. I strained against the boa, desperate to be closer to him, my chest pressing against his just barely. He moaned into my mouth, sending vibrations through me and down to my core.

Suddenly he pulled back, his teeth grazing over my bottom lip as he did so, and he moved off the bed and over toward the wall of whips and floggers and restraints. He picked a black riding crop from the line-up, testing it against his palm as he turned back toward me.

“May I?” Harry asked, displaying the whip to me. I nodded my head at him, swallowing harshly, but he shook his head, “Tsk, tsk. Use your words, pet.”

“Yes, please.” I begged him, twisting my wrists under the tie of the boa, nodding my head eagerly again, “Please, use it…”

He walked up to the bed, extending the arm that held the riding crop, letting the black leather tip of it glide slowly up one of my legs. I watched the muscles of his arm ripple as he moved it over my body slowly, feeling my cunt tighten at the sight.

Goosebumps covered my skin at the feeling, watching as the leather crop slid up and down my thighs. He lifted it and brought it down onto my inner thigh in a quick hit, making me inhale a sharp gasp at the pain. He watched my body react - the way my nipples hardened, the way goosebumps were covering me, the way my eyes glazed over in pleasure and pain. I was throbbing at the feeling, wanting more.

“Again.” I requested, and he instantly brought the crop down on my opposite thigh in another quick whip. He reached his hand out to rub that one, soothing the pain, his fingers gentle after the harshness.

His eyes stayed on me as he slid the riding crop over my thighs again, stopping to whip each one in a different spot, getting closer and closer to my core. I jerked and gasped every time he did it, but it felt so good, and I wanted the marks they would leave behind. I needed the reminder of this night, of this feeling of being on the same level as him, as this man who made everyone feel alive.

“Open your legs.” He ordered me gruffly, his voice tight. I watched his hand reach down to touch his hard cock briefly, sighing at the feeling and then forcing his hand down.

The riding crop slid carefully further up my thighs, dipping in between them now and pressing gently against my cunt. He moved it slowly, slipping it in between my folds as I opened my legs for him further, needing to feel it in me. The leather was cool against my warmth, gliding up and down my wet slit, getting covered in my arousal. I gasped at that feeling, my heartbeat quickening when he rubbed the crop against my clit gently. I released a shaky breath as he paused, holding it there for a silent moment.

“If you want me to stop…” He whispered, but I shook my head in protest immediately.

“Don’t stop... please...” I begged him, my voice such a pathetic whine that I could barely recognize it, “Do it.”

As soon as the words were out of my lips, he was lifting the crop and bringing it down against my cunt in a sharp slap. The pain that went through me was intense, but the throbbing feeling it left behind as the pain settled was unlike anything else I’d ever experienced. He pressed his hand between my thighs, palm against my clit, slowly moving his fingers in between my slit, feeling how drenched I was.

“God…” He groaned out at the feeling of me, slipping his fingers inside of me as he dropped the riding crop, leaning down until his lips were just barely pressed to mine, “You’re so wet. You’re such a dirty little fuck toy, aren’t you, kitten? You want to feel my cock in you?”

“Yes!” I panted out as his fingers began to move in and out of me, his heavy rings slamming into me with every slow thrust. I loved the added pain from them, my eyes rolling up toward the ceiling, a soft cry to god releasing from my lips when he curled his fingers up to press against my g-spot.

“Can I fuck you bare?” Harry whispered, his voice sounding desperate as well, “I want to cum inside of you…”

I nodded at him eagerly - everyone had to get tested for STDs before attending a night in the club, so I knew we would both be clean.

“I’m on birth control.” I said, giving him the verbal confirmation I knew he needed, and he pulled his fingers out of my cunt slowly.

He positioned himself between my thighs, reaching up to my lips and pressing his fingertips against them.

“Open…” He urged me in a whisper, his eyes watching my lips part as I took his wet fingers into my mouth, tasting my arousal on them, “I know you taste so fucking good… give me your tongue…”

Harry’s cock was rubbing against my entrance as he bent forward, rolling his tongue along mine as I presented it to him. He pushed my tongue back into my mouth with his own, kissing me deeply, pulling back only so he could let a slow string of spit dribble into my mouth.

“Swallow…” He whispered, watching me, “Good girl… such a good fucking girl…”

“Please… I need you…” I begged him, “Need you to fuck me, daddy…”

He let out a moan, dropping his forehead to press against my shoulder as I said that word and I briefly wondered if I had gone too far, when suddenly he rolled his hips forward and shoved his hard cock into me. I gasped loudly, my wrists straining against the boa, wanting to grasp onto him and rake my nails down his back and let them explore, but he made no movement to untie me.

“Say that again…” He begged me, dragging his lips up over my neck and toward my jawline, kissing and sucking over it, so harshly that I knew he would in fact leave love bites behind. I knew I should care about that, but I couldn’t make myself. He didn’t move his hips, he stayed perfectly still, letting me adjust to him.

“Fuck me, daddy…” I whispered, smirking up at him when he pulled back to look down in my eyes.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he pulled his hips away from my body, sliding his cock out of me at a painfully slow pace, until just his swollen head was inside of me. He slammed his cock back into me, hips meeting mine, taking me all the way, making me cry out in pleasure.

He reached up finally to untie my wrists from the green boa, pressing his chest to mine as he did so, my nipples hardening as soon as he was touching them. I wrapped my arms around his body as soon as they were free, burying my hands into his hair, pulling his mouth down to mine.

“You feel so good inside me…” I whispered against his lips, licking his bottom one, feeling him panting against my mouth. He moved at a steady pace, thrusting into my velvety cunt over and over, his features strained, like he could barely stand how amazing I felt, wrapped around his cock, “Fuck me harder… make it hurt…”

“Turn over.” He ordered me, pulling his cock out of me and pressing his hand to it, rubbing himself as he watched me position myself onto all fours in front of him.

His hand fisted into my hair right away, yanking my body back by it as he pressed his cock head up against my swollen folds. He ran it up and down my slit slowly, teasing me, making me whimper with desire.

“Say please, kitten…” He taunted me, his fingers tightening in my hair, “Be a good whore and beg for it.”

He slipped the head in for a moment and I gasped, thinking he was going to give it to me, but he popped it right back out and pressed it between my folds, the head pressing up against my clit.

“Please fuck me, daddy… please, please.” I moaned out, gasping when he pulled my hair hard, until I was up on my knees, my back pressing against his chest.

Harry slammed his cock into me at my pleadings, bringing his free hand around to the front of me, pinching my nipples gently. He began to fuck me harshly, moving his hand down my body until it was pressing against my cunt from the front, rubbing circles on my clit. The feeling was nearly too much for me to handle, I was so sensitive already, and I cried out when he quickened both his thrusts and the fingers circling my clit.

His mouth sucked bruises along my neck, down to my shoulder, his hand still fisted roughly in my hair and he tugged at it again, tilting my head back against his shoulder. He released my hair so he could wrap that hand around the front of my body, grasping onto my face, fingers pressing into my cheeks. His fingers crawled up until they were fish hooked into my mouth, tugging my mouth open wider every time he thrusted and pulled at me.

“Filthy fucking baby…” Harry whispered into my ear, his teeth biting into my earlobe gently, “You’re taking my cock like such a good girl… you want my cum in you? I wanna cum so deep in you, kitten…”

I nodded my head wildly, wanting nothing more, and he pulled his fingers out of my mouth, grasping onto my face instead. Spit dribbled out of my mouth as I gasped for air, still nodding.

“Give it to me, please, fuck...” I begged him, and he pressed a kiss to the side of my head before he pulled back, grasping onto my wrists and holding them behind my back in one of his large hands.

He held my body tightly against his as he began to fuck me harder, pounding into me with no regard for my safety or well-being, just as I liked. His free hand came around and squeezed and kneaded at my breasts, pulling back just so he could slap each of them, eliciting a loud moan from my lips.

“Fuck. Harry!” I cried out at the pain and the pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by it.

“Say it again. Say my name…” He ordered me, letting out his own moan,  “Tell me who this cunt belongs to right now.”

“You… fuck, Harry. Harry, you own my cunt!” I gasped, his hand coming down harshly on each of my tits again, leaving red handprints in their wake.

His fingers worked one of my nipples, tweaking it and pinching it as he released my wrists and pressed his body against mine. My knees were shaking wildly under my weight from how long I’d been up on them and how insane the pleasure was, feeling his cock push up into me so far that it almost became painful for me.

“Feels so fucking good, pet. Your cunt is grippin’ me so tight… I’m gonna cum…” He whispered into my ear, grunting loudly after, “Fuck, tell me to fill you up. Call me daddy again… please, baby.”

“Daddy!” I gasped, reaching up to where one of his hands laid on my breasts, squeezing one around it tightly so he would hurt me more, “Cum inside me. Fuck, please, daddy - fill my pussy up… need you to fill me…”

Harry buried his face into the crook of my neck and let out a moan that was so feral it almost sounded like a growl, his body moving faster and harder, his skin slapping against mine roughly. He pinched my nipple with one hand as the other rubbed my clit in fast circles, trying to help me over the edge.

I gasped at the throb that was building, at the slow burn that was rolling through my stomach and getting ready to explode, and he came seconds before I did. We were both gasping and moaning, his body twitching against mine for a long moment as he tried to keep himself still afterwards. I wanted to collapse against the bed, but his strong arms were holding me against him tightly, his breathing hard against my neck.

I lifted a hand to reach behind me so I could run my fingers through his hair. He gave a soft little hum at the feeling, pressing a kiss against the side of my neck. He pulled out of me slowly and I gasped at the feeling, I was so swollen and sore that I knew I would feel him for days after this - but I didn’t mind. It was exactly what I wanted.

Turning to face him, I kissed his lips lightly, feeling his fingers trail down my spine as I did so. He kissed me back sweetly, but I knew rockstars never wanted their play things to stick around, so I quickly got up to get myself ready to go clean up and leave.

Harry stayed laying on the bed as I stood up, moving to the row of fresh robes that were lined up near the door to the bathroom, wrapping one around my body.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked me, almost a sad tone to his voice, which made me turn to look at him inquisitively.

“I…” I paused, “I sort of expected you’d want me to.”

He gave me a sad little smile, looking lonely, “I’d really love it if you stayed for a bit, but no pressure.”

“You wanna shower with me?” I asked, holding out my hand.

Harry smiled shyly, nodding in agreement as he accepted my hand, allowing me to tug him in the direction of the bathroom.

“Oh, by the way…” I turned around to look back at him, watching a slow smile grow over his face.

His smile was brilliant, the crinkles by his eyes so endearing that I wondered what it was like to make him smile that hard on a daily basis. I thought briefly about how lucky people must feel to know him. About how lucky I felt to have experienced him tonight, even if it was only once.

Harry’s smile lit up the room like the goddamn sun as I spoke my next sentence to him: