Dynasty | h.s

Twenty Four !

The moment the words "one more time" leave my lips, Harry's hand snakes behind me and pulls the door hand open. He pulls my body flush into him so he can open the door without me being a force of resistance. My hands thread under his arms and rest on his shoulder blades. When the door is open wide enough, the two of us eagerly clamber into the back, hands hot on the other's body.

I move back on the seat until the handle of the opposite side's door is pressing into my back. Harry's body is turned towards me and only centimeters away, one knee of the seat and the other stretched out on the floor. In one swift movement, he's sitting down in the middle of the seat and tugging my body towards him.

I understand what he is trying to do and I swing a leg over him, lifting myself into his lap. Instantly, his greedy hands are on me and he grips anywhere he can. They start at my back and travel to my hips before settling on my ass where he curls his fingers into the flesh and jolts my body forward, my tits essentially in his face and begging for his attention.

His lips are hot on my skin, pressing kisses into any exposed skin he can from the neck down. There's nothing classy about the way his lips grace my skin; he's messy and eager as he places wet kisses to the exposed cleavage that is right in front of him.

While his lips are busy assaulting my skin in the best possible way, my hands push the jacket off of Harry's broad shoulders and down his arms. He reluctantly removes his hands off of my ass and shimmies himself out of the useless article of clothing. I pull it out from behind him and toss it to the side, wanting little to no interference. The space we're working with is already limited.

His lips trail from my breasts and place open mouth kisses along the column of my throat, and then along my jaw until he reaches the shell of my ear. He kisses delicately behind the lobe before sinking his teeth into the sweet skin. He smooths the sting with his tongue before he sucks in the same spot, no doubt leaving a mark behind.

It's a waste to even lecture him on marking my skin. He knows how I feel about hickeys and continues to leave them anyway. There's no telling him no and I might as well save my breath.

"You're so fucking annoying," Harry breathes out against the skin behind my ear. His breath is warm yet still brings chilling goosebumps to the surface of my skin. He then nibbles on the lobe with his teeth before he adds, "I can't stand you."

"Yet, here we are again," I murmur, "have to kind of like me."

Light laughter escapes from his lips as if I told him a joke. "You're only a good fuck."

His words are the harsh reality of our situation. I'm nothing to Harry, I'm just someone he can use to get off with on occasion. Nothing more, nothing less.

I choose not to let Harry's words affect me or to kill the mood. I'm not about to be a sensitive little bitch and let his words shatter my heart. I'm not naive, I know what kind of situation I put myself in with him.

So instead, I roll my hips down into him, trying to find any sort of friction I can to relieve the ache between my thighs. "So then show me just how good of a fuck I am," I tell him, fingers threading into his hair and tugging at the strands to pull him away from my neck. His iris has been drunk by his pupils and I don't know whether or not to blame the alcohol or the immense desire radiating off of him. "C'mon pretty boy, use me."

My words bring out the animalistic man within him. The man who operates purely out of desire, want, and lust. His fingers curl around my hips and he switches the position. Within seconds, he has me on my back and he kneels between my thighs.

The moon is the only thing that illuminates the backseat, but I can still see the way Harry's eyes roam my body. "It's a shame you didn't wear one of those pretty sundresses," he murmurs as his hands smooth over my thighs. "Could've easily lifted the dress to your hips and pushed your panties to the side. Could've easily eaten that pretty pussy of yours. But now," he tsks as his fingers brush against the skin of my exposed thigh, "I have to work for it."