Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

83. On the Edge of Seventeen

Adrian smirks, walking over to me. He lifts me onto the long counter that goes down the entire room.

He slowly brings his lips to my neck; his hands find my hips and squeeze me tightly. I pull his face to mine, kissing him on the lips passionately. I tug gently at his hair, and he begins to rub my back softly. His hands feel like a trail of fire, warming me in the best way. I pull my body to his, forcing my chest against his sweater. He pulls his head away, his eyes dark and drunk with lust.

He wraps one arm around my waist, lifting me up and sliding my underwear off from under my skirt with the other hand. I gasp, and he kneels in front of me. He pulls me to the edge of the counter, bringing his lips to my heat without warning.

I moan lightly as he begins to enter me with his tongue; the slight sucking motion making my entire body writhe. He leans back, sucking on his fingers lightly before he brings them to my entrance. He rubs around the outside for a moment, teasing me. "Please, Adrian." I whimper, begging him to enter me.

"Only because you asked so nicely." He mutters, slowly penetrating me. I gasp loudly, groaning at his touch. He moves slowly, pumping into me with caution. He brings his mouth to me again, sucking on my most sensitive area as gently as he can.

His other hand reaches up to my thigh, holding me still. I bring my hands to his hair, lightly massaging his head. He groans into me, the vibrations edging me closer to completion.

He removes his mouth from me and stands; his hands do not stop as he moves- instead they go even faster. I moan loudly, and place an arm behind me to prop myself up.

He kisses me heatedly, his tongue entering my mouth. I kiss him messily, unable to control myself. My body writhes and moves, and I feel him bring a hand to my throat. He squeezes the sides of my neck, and his rings are cold and bite into me.

His hand tightens, pushing a moan out of me. The heat inside of me reaches my throat, and I can feel myself finishing on his fingers.

He slides out of me, letting go of my neck as well. I sit up and begin to kiss him once more, and I gasp when I feel his bulge against my heat. I rub into him lightly and he knots a hand in my hair. With his other hand, he undoes his pants, bringing them only low enough to free his erection. I lick the palm of my hand and begin to stroke him gently. His head flies back, and he groans lightly.

He looks back down, watching me as I move my hand from his base to his tip. He pushes my hand off, lining himself up to enter me. "You know, I quite like doing this with your skirt on." He tells me.

I blush, watching him slowly enter me. He only puts the tip in, but I gasp. My mind flies to the last time we were together, and anxiety fills me.

"Adrian, wait." I say, pushing against his chest.

"What is it?" He asks me, pulling out of me.

"I-I don't know. I just... I can't. I'm scared." I tell him. Once the words leave my mouth, I wince; I'm afraid of his reaction.

"You're afraid I'll hurt you?" He asks, his face growing sad.

"I don't know, I just... The last few times were pretty rough." I tell him. I look down, embarrassed. "I'm still new to this, you just- you have more experience than me."

"I'm sorry." He whispers, slipping his hand to the hair at the top of my neck. "Before me, did you..."

"Erm, only with one person. And it was nothing like this." I say, covering my face. "Can we not talk about this?" I beg.

"Of course. The past doesn't matter, alright? I've never asked you before; it doesn't matter to me. Here, we don't have to do anything else." He says, pulling my hands from my face.