𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒰𝓈

Ch.10

📍Flying Rocks
6:00pm

I whip my head around to see a man in dark makeup. He has that familiar mischievous smirk on his face. He squats in place but doesn't breaking eye contact with me. He picks up a rock from the ground and comes back to my level, holding eye contact. He smiles at me before looking beside me and throwing a rock at the yellow sign, opening the gate to the staircase. He walks in front of me into the staircase and I slowly follow behind him.

I probably shouldn't go with him. I know that. But this is the one and only chance that I can come back home, I wanna make the most of it. His comments at Auradon were...strange. But it was a highly stressful time and it was almost a month ago, we're in different circumstances now. Besides, he's my old friend regardless.

We make it up into the loft type room and walk through the tarp door. We walk over to the middle red couch and I look around. The paintings that were once of the VK's and I, have been painted over with 'traitor' written in huge letters. What a welcome home gift.

Harry and I flop into the couch and I let out a breath, already tired.

"So." He says in his thick accent. "How'd Ben take it?" He bluntly asks.

"Wow." My eyes dramatically widen. "Right to the point, huh?" I ask.

"Never was one to beat around the bush." He smirks.

"He got mad." I say.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean what do I mean? He was fuming at me." I laugh.

"That pruny little prince." He spits.

"I mean, I can't blame him. He has good reason."

"What?" He turns his whole body to face me on the couch.

"What?" I shrug. "Us harboring fugitives, stealing a bike...me and you." I say, quietly delivering the last part.

"Me and you?"

"He saw the cameras and wanted to know what's going on." I inform him, honestly wanting to move on from the topic.

"...And what did you tell him?" He slowly asks, scooting closer.

"That there's nothing going on between us." I say, tensing up.

"He was jealous." He gets uncomfortably close to me and touches my hair with his hook, stroking it.

"He- He wasn't." I stutter. "Just concerned."

"Because he doesn't want you alone with someone like me." He whispers in my ear. "He was jealous."

He puts pressure on my cheek with his hook, causing me to face him. He puts his other hand on my thigh and pulls it toward him, spreading my legs.

"Let's give him something to be jealous about, shall we?" He asks.

"We shouldn't." My breath shudders.

"You want to, eh?" His breath warm on my face.

I know I shouldn't.

Regardless, I bite my lip and whimper a yes before I can stop myself.

He lets out a breath and smiles at me. He roughly kisses my lips while rubbing me through my pants. I reach my hand over to his lap and feel the bulge in his jeans. I rub him as well before he stands up and faces me.

I look up at him and see that smirk again. He raises his brow, signaling for me to continue. I nervously start revealing the print in his pants, unbuckling his loose belt and unbuttoning his black pants. I slide them down along with his underwear to see his big member spring onto his stomach.

My eyes widen and I look up at him, I can tell he's enjoying my reaction. I focus my attention back in front of me, I softly grab it and pump my hand up and down a few times. I give it a light lick before sucking the tip. I swirl my tongue around it and he lets out a groan.

I start bobbing my head up and down, not nearly reaching his shaft. I feel him make a ponytail with my hair and thrust into me. Taken by surprise, I Instinctively bring my hand up to stop the force.

"Ah ah ah, no hands." He stops me.

I look take my hands down and brace myself. He slams back into me, in and out. I gag on each thrust and have to consciously stop my hand from coming up each time. Harry starts going faster, but stops abruptly

"I'm not cumming yet." He says.

He pulls me up by my hair and roughly throws me onto the couch. I break my fall, and get on all fours. I put my elbows on the sofa arm and my knees in the seat. He follows behind me and puts both knees on the couch. He places a hand on my ass as he lines himself up with me. He slowly pushes in and I let out a moan. My legs slightly shake as he starts to move inside of me.

In no time, he's pounding in and out of me. Periodically slapping my ass or pulling my hair. He comes down so that his chest meets my back, and whispers in my ear.

"That prince can't fuck you like this, hm?" He growls.

I shake my head no while letting out moan after moan.

I feel a hard yank on my hair.

"Use your words. Tell me he can't fuck you like me."

"He can't fuck me like you. No one can fuck me like you." I blurt. "Fuck!" I scream as he goes at an ungodly pace.

Before long, I feel him twitching inside of me and I tighten around him. We cum together, our moans like music.