On Top [H.S.]

Chapter 6

Harry's POV

I wake up to that same fucking bird pecking at my window.

Does he not having a fucking tree he could do that to?

I blink my eyes a few times before turning towards the window, squinting so that I could catch a glimpse of the fucker. He's tiny, with brown wings and a white chest. His beady little eyes staring right at me as if to taunt me, knowing that I can't do anything about him perched on my windowsill.

Little shit.

My staring contest with the little fucker is interrupted by the sound of a zipper and shuffling of clothing. I snap back to reality and realize what happened last night and who it is that's making these noises.

Although these noises don't compare to the ones she was making last night.

I smirk to myself at the thought and turn back around to face the other side of the room to see Lia scavenging about to find her shirt, dressed in only her skirt and bra.

She hasn't noticed that I've woken up yet and she seems pretty frantic.

Was she just going to sneak out again like last time?

"Fuck fuck fuck" I hear her mutter. She seems to be in a hurry but I'm not sure why. I know that the bar isn't open until tonight so it's not like she has work or anything.

Maybe she has a life Harry, people do have those you know.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask, clearly startling her.

She turns around with a jump, her hand going over her chest. "Jesus Christ Harry! I'm leaving, that's what I'm doing, but I can't find my shirt. Where the fuck did you throw it?"

Fuck I've literally just woken up and she's already in a foul mood. I thought maybe I had fucked her well enough that she'd wake up feeling less stressed but clearly I had the opposite fucking effect. Her bitching this morning reminds me of why I don't break any of my three rules.

But she's already broken two of them so cheers to that.

"Fucking relax would you?" I say as I go to sit up in the bed, the sheets dropping down to my lap, "it's probably under the bed."

I catch her glimpsing to where the sheets have just fallen to and I smirk to myself.

Last night was so fucking good. She was even better than I remembered. She knew exactly where to touch and exactly what to do and it got me so fucking aroused.

She's so fucking stunning too. She has the lips of an angel that sin like the devil. Her eyes are warm yet so alive. Her breasts, her ass, her legs, just everything about her is so fucking perfect. I just want to worship her body and devour her whole.

Maybe another time.

The way she tried to make me beg for her mouth...fucking hell. I didn't want to say please, she's the one who is supposed to be obeying the demands, but watching her be so confident and in control made me so fucking weak. I couldn't stop myself from saying please. That was a first.