Muse [h.s.]

26. crimson lounge

🎵She Is — The Fray

Ella's POV

"Oh, fuck," I hiss out, throwing my head back against the headboard. I bite my lip, forcing my lulled gaze open so that I could look at him.

And what a fucking sight it is.

His dark, jade colored eyes are trained on me, that wild look imprinted in his gaze that always comes out when he's like this.

He gives me a sinful smirk as he continues to thrust into me at a pace that'll make my legs turn to jelly when we're done.

One of his arms is extended to grip onto the headboard and I watch as his biceps ripple with how hard he's holding on, the dark ink of his tattoos coming to life.

"You're always so wet for me, baby," he breathes, looking down between us to watch — like the sinful man that he is — to watch our bodies connect together and a delicous moan escapes his mouth.

"Only for you, always for you," I speak, leaning forward. I desperately need to feel his lips on mine; I know he's close, I can feel it.

His thrusts become sloppy just as our lips meet, his tongue immediately sliding into my mouth, dancing with mine. I love tasting the mint on his tongue and I especially love that I can taste myself, too.

"Faster, I'm about to come," I sputter out as Harry pummels into me, stretching me open so that I can feel every inch of his perfect. cock inside of me.

"I fit so perfectly in this pretty little pussy, yeah? It's all mine?"

"No way you guys are still asleep right now!" a loud voice shouts, causing me to jump up out of my sleep. My heart pounds loudly like a metronome in my chest with just how badly I've been startled.

I immediately groan — you've got to be kidding me.

I was having an amazing dream.

"Holy fuck, babe!" Lydia screeches from beside me, flinging the sheets with her limbs tangled up between them.

There's a sudden loud thud and when I whip my head around, I see Lydia face first on the floor, her feet still stuck in the sheets.

I hear a loud snort and I turn to see Jax stood in the doorway of the bedroom— that's who shouted and woke us up. He startled both Lydia and I so badly that poor Lydia rolled off the bed.

He's carrying a cup tray with three coffee cups and a paper bag, but he's struggling because he's hunched forward, his eyes screwed shut as he laughs silently.

I can't help the own laugh that escapes my lips as I look back at Lydia on the floor, who's now sitting up with her arms crossed, her hair a matted mess atop her head. She bursts into a laugh, too, however, when she sees Jax and I cracking up.

"Jax, I was having a really good dream!" I complain, tossing the pillow over my head. I feel the bed dip and Lydia lets out a laugh from beside me.

"Oh, is that what that was? Oh, Harry, you feel so good in—" Lydia mocks.

I immediately throw the pillow off of me and slam it against Lydia's body as she lets out a loud laugh. "I'll roll you off this bed again, try me!"