lies

9

Taytum Moore

He kisses me hard, putting his arms around my waist and walks back into my room. He closes the door behind him with his foot still kissing me and I feel his tongue brush against my bottom lip. I push him back slamming him against my bedroom. My lips part at the feeling of his tongue brushing against my bottom lip again and his hands start roaming around my body. Everything starts to get heated quickly.

"You like being a brat?" He says and I pull back from him with widened eyes. His face goes from serious to soft, realizing what he said. "I'm sorry I said that it was in the heat of the moment and it jus-" Harry says rambling but I cut him off before he keeps apologizing for something that he thinks I'm mad about.

"Say it again." I say as we both are still breathing heavily from the long and heated first kiss we just shared. Our first kiss.

"You like when I call you a brat?" He asks as I feel his hands unattach from my waist, moving them down slowly to my ass giving it a squeeze. "Answer me." He says, raising his voice.

I nod my head then mumble out a flustered "Yes." When I feel his hands start playing with the bottom of my shirt until I feel my shirt get ripped in half. I look down at my now ripped shirt hanging on my sides.

Looking back up to Harry he has a smirk on his face. When I see his eyes filled with lust he turns his face up to look at me instead of my shirt.

When I feel Harry's hands slowly slide down to the back of my thighs and he startles me by picking me up. My legs instantly wrap around his waist tightly and my hands both tangle into the nape of his hair at the back of his head.

He connects his lips to mine again, turning around and slamming my back against the door. I immediately feel his teeth pull on my bottom lip, pulling it out of its place and it pops back in once he lets go. His hands are now resting on my ass and mine are still tangled in his hair. I give it a pull and he groans in my ear with his head resting against the door face the side of my head.

I attach my lips to his neck and suck lightly on certain spots leaving small marks.

"You like marking me baby?" He whispers into my ear and I moan at the sound of his voice. Humming out a "Yes" then going back to leaving marks on his neck. I feel his hands squeeze my ass, probably leaving hand marks on my skin.

I don't care though.

He moves one hand from my ass to my face pulling it away from his neck and then moves his hand down to wrap around my throat. I feel his hand tighten around my throat feeling a rush of adrenaline and moan at the feeling.

"Such a dirty slut, you like when I choke you too?" He says and I feel my body stutter at his words. I've never been one for degrading but at this moment he could honestly say anything and I'd get even more turned on from his voice.

"I didn't hear an answer to my question. You like being a dirty fucking slut?" He says tightening his hand around my neck again making me moan loudly. I give him a breathless "Yeah." He slowly moves his hand from neck to my ass again and starts to move toward my bed, throwing me onto it.

"Help me with these, love." He says tugging my jeans down a little. I immediately unbutton my jeans and pull them down. Harry stands up from my bed, pulling his shirt off from the back. HOT. He slowly moves back onto the bed hovering over me, putting one of his knees between my legs making them spread apart.

"Good girl." He whispers, leaning close to my ear. I feel my body start to get hot as Harry leans back down to start kissing me. With his lips back on mine I feel his tongue brush my bottom lip and my lips instantly part. My hands go back to tangling my fingers in his long hair and pulling it making him groan.