full throttle || h.s. ||

sixty-nine || running out the clock *

the song for this chapter is "Mess Around," by Cage The Elephant :)

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Finley

"That's all you're gonna give me? Oh come on, Harry, just give me some more hints," I pleaded as I straddled his lap, pouting out my bottom lip in a lame attempt to get a little more information on these rally races.

Harry's hands slowly slid up and down my hips as he stared up at me with a smirk on his lips.

"No can do, baby. That's all you get for now. But don't worry, you'll find out in two hours," he shrugged.

I groaned and tilted my head back, hearing Harry chuckle at my obvious annoyance, his fingers digging into my hips a little harder and making my head crane back down towards him.

"Two hours is a long time," I sighed, resting my palms flat against Harry's lower abdomen and allowing my body to lean over his slightly.

"Mhmm," he mumbled back, his eyes trained on my hips as his hands pushed up the sides of his t-shirt, revealing my underwear and bare skin to him, his own hips involuntarily bucking upwards a bit at the sight.

"How are we gonna kill time before then?" he mused, tearing his eyes away from my hips and back up to my face, a glint of mischief resting within those green eyes of his.

I registered what he was hinting at, and decided to play along.

"Hmm...I dunno. We could go for a walk?" I suggested, tracing my fingers lightly across the firm and bare skin of his torso.

He pursed his lips together and nodded at me. "We could do that. We could also go make breakfast," he suggested with a small shrug, a grin quirking on the corners of my lips as he spoke.

"That's a good idea too. We could also...and this is just one suggestion...but, we could maybe...take a shower together?" I hummed, biting at my bottom lip and pushing my hips harder against his.

"That's a great idea. We could also maybe...fuck each other senseless in there?" He hummed softly, but even though his volume was low, there was no masking the rasp of arousal that dripped off his tongue as he spoke.

I leaned forward, pressing one of my palms flat right below his shoulder, my breath fanning across his face as my lips curled up into a smile.

"I think we have a winner," I whispered, lowering my head down and craning my neck to the side in order to nip at his earlobe, fighting off a grin when I heard a faint curse fall off of Harry's tongue.

"Looks like you really do need a shower, acting so dirty like this," he rasped out, one of his large hands gripping my ass harshly.

"Then what are you waiting for? Come clean me up baby, before I make a mess of us both right here on the bed," I warned, my throat still scratchy in the early morning hours.

Before he had a chance to respond, I was pushing myself off of him and swinging my legs over the side of the bed, allowing my feet to hit the floor and walking over to the bedroom door, double-checking that it was locked.

I heard the sound of rusting sheets, turning my head to see Harry holding himself up by his forearms, his lower half still tangled in the bedspread, his curls sticking up wildly, and his lips slightly parted.

I turned around and began walking towards the bathroom, my fingers gripping the bottom of Harry's t-shirt and pulling it up and over my body with each step until I had completely removed it from my body, dropping it onto the ground and peering over at Harry over my shoulder.