Nefarious [h.s]

Chapter 33.

Harry POV:

Fucks sake.

Ella rode my lap, with my pants still on. That really just happened. Part of me thinks I am just dreaming.

I feel a bit disappointed when she grabs the ends of her white button up and ties it back, covering her breasts. I think I have a new favorite thing.

Ella hops off my lap and the cold breeze hits the wet spot on my pants. 

I came in my pants because of her... Jesus get it grip Harry. I watch her as she walks across the room to the tissue box. I am mesmerized. She pulls out a tissue and drags it along her inner thigh. She has no idea what she is doing to me.

I thought that maybe after having an orgasm with her, that would be it and I wouldn't think so much about her but... Now I want more. I can only dream of all the things I want to do to her. I can't get enough of her. I watch her legs as she walks. Her perfect, soft legs. To have those legs of hers wrapped around my neck..

My thoughts come to a halt when I see her kneeling in between my legs. I'm not going to last long if she's about to do what I think she is about to.

One hand rests on one of my hips. She holds on and the other hands comes up with a tissue. She begins to pat my pants with the tissue.

I sigh out of relief but also disappointment. I would kill to watch her suck me off but I'm relived because I know there would be no way I would last tonight.

I watch as she pushes the tissue onto my pants. Is she.. cleaning me up? I furrow my brows. Normally with my random hookups, we clean up ourselves and part ways and never speak again.

But I have a feeling Ella isn't a random one time thing.

"Sorry for making a mess of your pants." She mumbles. Is she really apologizing for that? I've come to a realization that she apologizes for a lot of things that don't even need an apology.

"Darling, I think most of that was me in my pants." I start. "You can make a mess of me anytime." I smirk knowing I'm not lying. I think that would be the best part of a day.

"Nothing like this will ever happen again Harry." She confesses. She crosses her arms and sits between my legs. If she sits there any longer something like this will be happening again very soon.

"And why is that?" I grab her hand, making her stand up between my legs.

"Because I hate you." She stands with her arms crossed. "We are enemies."

"Enemies with benefits." I chuckle. Ella rolls her eyes. Is there anything she can do that won't make me want to fuck her to death?

She flips me off and begins walking away from me. I haven't decided if I hate or love when she walks away from me. Kind of leaning towards love while watching her ass in that short skirt.

Ella leaves the room and the door shuts. I exhale a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. 

I sit for a minute before finally standing up off the couch, leaving the room. She really did a number on me. I'm convinced I look like a wreck.

I step out of the hallway and see everyone sitting at the booth talking. I take a breath and walk back to the table. I slide in next to Ella, pushing her further into the booth.

"Welcome back." Zayn waves at with a smile on his face. He's always happy when he is drunk.. it is weird.

"Harry, where were-" Niall starts but stops.  I furrow my brows. "Oh... never mind."