Teacher |H.S.|

nineteen

GEORGIE

There he is, in that red vintage car of his.

A smile forms itself onto my face but I try to keep it down because I don't want to look too excited. Harry's eyes are already on me, following my every move till I'm at his car.

I open up the passenger door and first throw in my bag before I let myself slide down in the seat. Harry is quick to grab my bag and place it in the backseat, I watch him and smile as his eyes lock with mine.

"You look tired.." he mumbles as he examines my face.

"Are you saying I look bad?" I fire the question back at him.

"No, you could never look bad. I'm just saying that you look tired." he clarifies his words for me and makes my heart jump.

"I am." I mumble, turning my head and looking in front of me now.

Harry seems to get that I don't really want to talk about it and I'm glad, I have had it with constantly nagging on about my problems. It's when the engine turns on that I look back at Harry, taking a glimpse of his side profile.

I get an idea, wanting to spice things up because I need the distraction. If it's one thing I'm good at it, it's teasing Harry when he can do nothing about it.

Slowly, I move my hands down to my thighs. I reach up, taking the oversized shirt with me until I'm at the lining of my panties. I quickly glance over at Harry, seeing how his eyes are already on me and it makes me smirk lightly before looking back down at my bare thighs.

I hook my fingers behind the silk fabric and then pull it down, slightly lifting my hips in the process so my underwear would slide off easier and then let it drop to my ankles.

"Georgie, don't." Harry speaks up, voice stern as his hands are getting a tighter grip around the steering wheel.

I give him the innocent eyes before reaching down so I can take my underwear from off the ground. As I sit back up, I dangle it in front of Harry's face. I watch his jaw clench as he takes a hold of my black laced panties, he lets them fall into his lap and then glances back over at me.

"You're playing a dangerous game here, Doll." he warns me as I lean back in the seat, not able to hide the smirk that's on my face.

I try to focus on what I'm doing and ignore the warm feeling my heart gets when I hear the new nickname he gave me. He knew I didn't like 'pet' so I'm glad he changed it, lets me know that he cares about me.

Harry reaches over, placing his hand onto my thigh. Goosebumps form on my skin that's being touched by his, I bite down on my lip and feel an ache for him grow in between my legs.

When I glance back down at his hand, I see how his knuckles are bruised.. It makes a bad feeling rise in my chest. He had this once before, those bruised knuckles, like he got into a fight. I am not surprised by that, I'm more surprised by the fact I care so much.

I take his hand in mine, bringing it up to my face so I can press a few kisses onto his skin. Harry cups my cheek and moves his thumb over my lips, it makes me open my mouth a bit and Harry seems to know where I'm going with this because he slips his finger into my mouth rather easily. I proceed to suck on it.

"For fuck's sake.. Georgie." Harry breaths out, eyes staying on me as long as they can before looking back to the road in front of him.

Harry takes away his hand as he parks the car on the driveway of his house. He's eager to get inside but my mind is only thinking about the bruises on his knuckles. I want to finish what I started just as badly as he wants me to but I can't, I need to act the part.