Deal With The Devil H.S.

21.

We searched all the places and Charles either didn't own it anymore, or they just weren't there.

I was fucking pissed.

It took everything in me not to kill every person who told us they weren't there. Arlo was now stitching up my arm. He'd already stitched my eyebrow. That will probably leave a badass scar.

I was squeezing Harry's hand as Arlo finished up the stitch.

"All done," Arlo patted my leg as he stood up. He put the supplies back in his bag and set them next to him at the door.

Harry and I were sitting on the couch watching, of course, The Walking Dead. I caved in and restarted the show so Harry could watch without asking a bunch of questions.

Harry placed his hand on my thigh. I wouldn't have done anything, but then he kept sliding it further up. I looked over at him. He was watching the tv with a smug look on his face. I elbowed him and he looked over.

He held his fingers to his lips as he traced his hand higher. He made his way to my jean button. He quickly unbuttoned my pants and slowly unzipped them. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away, but he put it right back. He lightly traced the lace of my underwear, causing me to shiver.

I started breathing heavier. Harry slowly dipped his hand under my underwear. I reached further until his fingers were hovering over my clit.

He finally brought his finger down and applied pressure on my bundle of nerves. My breath hitched in my throat as he slowly circled my clit.

I was trying my hardest not to squirm under him.

Before we could get any further Harry took his hand off of me. He quickly zipped my pants back up and buttoned them.

I glared over at him. He looked at me.

"What's wrong?" He said furrowing his eyebrows.

"Nothing," I said, still glaring at him. He shrugged as he brought his hands to his mouth. He slipped his two fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.

My jaw dropped as he placed his hand back on my thigh.

I squeezed my legs together, trying to relieve some pressure. It didn't work. Right as I was about to reach for Harry's dick, Arlo spoke.

"I'm leaving Harry, Deja's waiting for me at home," We both turned our heads back at Arlo.

"Sounds good, I'll see you tomorrow," Harry said calmly. With that, Arlo left the apartment. As soon as the door shut, I looked over at Harry.

"You shouldn't have done that-" before I could say anything, Harry was on top of me, kissing me.

"I'm pretty sure I can do whatever I want to you," he said as he started to kiss my neck.

I didn't argue, I just let him do what he wanted to do. His fingers played with the neckline of my shirt. I was just wearing a red V-neck. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and ripped the shirt in two.

"Harry what the hell?" I said as he started to kiss down my chest.

"Needed it off of you," he said as he reached his hands under my back, unclipping my bra.

I gasped as he latched onto my nipple, sucking and lapping his tongue. I was throbbing as he slowly kiss all over my chest.

He reached under my back again, picking me up. He peeled the shirt off my arms as he carried me towards the kitchen.

He set me on the small island. His mouth connected with mine harshly. His hands reached for the button on my jeans. He quickly unzipped my jeans.

I left my hips so he could take off my jeans. He started kissing down my neck and onto my shoulder. He bit my shoulder hard, causing me to moan out.