Sweet Tooth [HS]

FOURTEEN

"Who was that?" Came Harry's voice as Max slipped silently back into bed.

"Lexie," Max whispered back, and smiled when Harry reached an arm out to pull her on top of him under the duvet. "She's coming over at 12, we're going shopping."

"Oo. Fun."

"Mhmm." Max hummed. Her hands skimmed over his arms, over his chest and her eyes followed her movements. She traced each one of his tattoos, as if she was trying to commit each one to memory.

She felt his arm pull her tighter, his hands slowly moving further down her body.

"God, I love waking up like this," he whispered as Max fluttered her eyes shut. His voice sounded all thick and sexy with sleep and his hands felt so warm resting on her hips.

"Me too," Max managed to speak. She drew her head back so she was looking directly at him; smiling at him as he smiled right back. "It's so... nice."

Nice barely even scratched the surface of how she felt but it was too early to think of anything else. Too early to think about how she really felt.

"Hm, you're nice." Harry replied and squeezed her bum, grinning wide before leaning up to kiss her.

It was all lazy and half-asleep but Max could feel the wetness between her legs already.

In fact, she'd felt like this, like some weird hyper-horny being since the moment she'd laid eyes on Harry. She wanted him, always. Didn't care where they were, what they were doing; Max just constantly craved the closeness. The contact. Felt like she needed him near her, as close to her as he could possibly be- all the damn time.

And so it was no surprise to Max the relief she felt as he slipped a finger inside her. Her back arched and she pressed her chest into him, moaned his name as he started pumping his finger, and then another, in and out of her. So slowly. So torturously.

"Harry," she moaned and broke their kiss to nip at his jaw.

"You like that, hm? Slow like this," she felt him put another finger inside her, stretching her out deliciously, and she couldn't help but moan again.

"Answer me, Max," he growled, and flipped them over suddenly. She whined at the loss of contact, but the noise was lost as Harry bent down and kissed her. It was sort of sloppy and lazy and slow and lovely and his hair was all knotty as she ran her fingers into it- but fuck Max wanted him and fuck if even half-asleep Harry was the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and could feel him hardening against her, exciting her as she tugged on his hair.

Harry used one hand to hold his weight and the other travelled down between them, and he returned his fingers to where they had been buried inside her.

"Like this, Maxie," slowly he curled his fingers, finding the secret, sacred places inside her that nearly made her come right there. "Slow, like this?"

"Yes, Harry. If feels- so- good."

He did it again and again until Max could hardly kiss him back anymore. Could only comprehend the delectable feeling of Harry pumping in and out of her; how good he was making her feel.

"More, Harry," she whispered. She needed him. Needed all of him.

"Patience, Maxie," he smirked and continued his torturous pace with his fingers. She pushed her head back into her mattress as his thumb found her clit, and she could tell he was watching her as she writhed beneath him.

"Harry," she breathed. It was all she could say as she let him have her.

"God, Maxie, you're so wet," he whispered, and it was those simple, dirty words that did it for Max. She couldn't stop that explosion of pleasure from rolling through her body at the sound of his voice and she didn't know how long she lay there panting as she tried to recover herself.

She felt him lean down and kiss her, and finally she opened her eyes to find him sucking his fingers into his mouth. "Maxie you taste so good."

And Max could only whine at him. Could only use her still shaking legs to pull him closer to her, all tight and slick against her in the way she craved.

"You're so fucking sexy, Max. Watching you, it's just-" she cut him off by slamming her lips into his. She gripped his hair like her life could have depended upon it and relished in the feel of his warm tongue licking against hers. His hands were all over her body and all she could think was Harry.

How badly she needed him.

Too soon Harry broke their kiss, and Max was about to protest before she felt him lean over to grab a condom from the bedside table. She bit her lip as he rolled it down over himself, admiring his back muscles, his biceps, the way his hair flopped in front of his face as he leaned down. He looked like he'd been carved from stone- like her very own green eyed Hercules- and she would never get tired of the sight.

Her staring was cut short when he moved to lay over her again, but how could Max be annoyed when she could feel his weight pressing her down into the mattress?

"You OK?" He asked quickly, glancing over her face that was no doubt all sweaty and sated.

"Yes," she smiled. "Please."

And that was all she needed to say before Harry was pushing into her, filling her up the only way he knew how.

They both cursed "Fuck" at the same time. No matter how many times Harry fucked her, the feeling of him inside her always felt so new, so good. Max would never get used to how it felt to have him like this, would never forget how it made her feel.

"God, Maxie, you feel so good." He breathed into her neck and started rocking his hips into her. She had no words to reply, only thrust her hips up to meet his so she could feel him deeper.

Her hands scratched up his back as he quickened his pace and he could only moan at the feeling. It was pure ecstasy. Pure and perfect satisfaction. Max felt like she was dreaming as he fucked her like that, each thrust harder, hotter than the last. His hands were everywhere, his lips were on her neck, on her breasts- worshipping her as she cried out.

"Fuck, Harry," she spoke when she felt herself nearing the edge. She was actually quite proud she'd lasted this long.

"Yes, baby," he replied from above her and Max opened her eyes to look at him. His green irises were nearly all black, his cheeks were flushed pink and Max had never seen something so erotic in her life.

"Max," he breathed, and his voice was all ragged and hot and fuck, Max couldn't take it anymore.

She cried out his name as she came apart around him, sagged back in the mattress as he kissed her hard and found his end himself.

"Jesus Max," he whispered as he flopped down on the bed beside her. She turned her head and looked lazily at him, smiling.

"What?"

"I just. I dunno. You're driving me crazy."

Max giggled. "Am I now?"

He blinked his eyes at her, all green and half-asleep and beautiful. "Yep. But I'm into it." He winked, before pulling her back into his side. "I'm really into it."