I breathlessly pulled away from Harry’s lips, resting my forehead against his. We were silent for a minute or so, just enjoying each other’s presence. The silence was comfy and nice rather than awkward.
The silence was soon broken, Harry being the first to speak. “Marilyn, do you remember that night when your old foster dad tried to rape you?” He whispered softly, placing a soft kiss to my cheek.
I smiled slightly at his actions, my fingers playing with his hair. “No, but I don’t remember a lot of things anyways.” I shrugged, slightly bummed that I didn’t remember much with Harry. It was like I was supposed to forget about him.
He continued kissing my cheek, trailing down to my neck where he placed tons of kisses. “Well, you were just getting back from being with me. Your hair was wet since we had taken a shower that soon turned into shower sex…”
I laughed, leaning my head back to give Harry more access to my neck. “Harry!” I playfully slapped his arm, a small moan escaping my lips. “I have to go, my dad’s going to be pissed that I’m home late. Although you shouldn’t be acting like this since we just had sex in your shower.” He chuckled against my neck, his hands holding him up so he was hovering his body over mine.
"Well, I don’t care. I want you again, it’s these damn shorts I’m telling you. They just expose your nice arse, legs, and pretty close to showing your pussy. So teasing that I can’t seem to have enough of you." He growled in my ear, my arousal lighting at his words. He was always so smooth with the words that came out of his perfectly plump lips.
I bit my bottom lip, trying not to give in to him. He was my addiction. It was hard to say no to something so tempting. He looked like an angel but acted like a lion. He was beautiful but wild, especially when it came to sex or what he wanted.
"Harry, no. I have to go, my parents will kill us." I said softly, attempting to push him off but he was too strong. "Stop trying to rape me." I said playfully, a smirk taking over my lips.
A smug grin replaced his smirk, my heart fluttering softly. “Mmm, it’s not rape if you enjoy it love.” He winked, licking his lips slow and seductively. I bit my bottom lip, that was the end. I pushed him off with all my might, running to his bathroom where I slid my white lace underwear down my legs. I stepped out of them, my black skater skirt the only thing I was wearing on my bottom half. I grabbed them and walked back to his bedroom where he sat at the foot of the bed, a smirk forming on his lips as I leaned against the door frame.
I lifted my underwear up and waved it, signaling surrender. “I didn’t have a white flag so I figured whit lace underwear would have to do.” I smiled, Hardy getting up from the bed as he walked over to me, his silhouette towering over me.
His eyes were dark with lust, looking almost black. You could’ve though he was a fallen angel. The demonic behavior with the innocent and beautiful look of an angel. He grabbed the underwear and tossed it, pushing me against the wall as his hand rested above my head. “I think that works just fine, especially in my case.” He said lowly, his eyes looking into mine intently.
It took me a minute to try and figure out what he meant before his felt cold air hit my heat and Harry’s fingers in my entrance. A loud moan escaped my lips, my hips bucking into his hand. My heartbeat quickened as I felt my pussy get wet around his fingers. “For saying you didn’t want me, you’re pretty damn soaked if you ask me.” He said huskily, my hips rolling into his fingers, wanting to feel more of him.
He could always be my addiction, even if I hate him, I will enjoy every moment of him. Call me crazy or whatever the hell you want to, but he’s my demonic angel. Perfect and beautiful, but acts like a drug who ruins people.
In fact, he ruined me as well. He turned me into a drug addict, he is my drug. Every second spent with him, can brighten my day. I can’t get him out of my head.
The feel of his fingers leaving my opening caused me to leave my thoughts, looking at him before my eyes closed in pleasure. I only saw a glimpse of him on his knees, the tip of his tongue brushing on my clit.
He moved my legs over his shoulders so his tongue had better access in me. I hooked my fingers in his hair, small moans and gasps leaving my lips as his tongue skillfully circled, wiggled, pumped, and he sometimes slurped. I felt my climax approach, my back arching, toes curling, fingers tugging his hair as I orgasmed.
He continued for a while, his tongue savoring the taste. A sigh escaped my lips, light pants being sound as he pulled his tongue out, his eyes looking up into mine. “You are absolutely skilled with that tongue, Styles.” I said breathlessly, watching as his famous smirk took over his lips.
• Will still be a flashback
•Lots of drama