Against literally all good ideas, you and Harry decided to engage in a strictly friends with benefits relationship, not really thinking through the consequences this would have. It wasn't the first dumb idea you two had come up with, no, the first was definitely moving in together and becoming housemates. Although that was somewhat practical as the house you lived in was closer to your uni and closer to Harry's studio, you didn't really realise how frustrated you two would get once lockdown would start and that's how it lead you to this mess.
You and Harry were honestly getting sick and tired of using your own hands to try and get off, it was becoming more of a chore just to cure the boredom of lockdown than for your own pleasure which meant that more times than not you two were left unsatisfied and annoyed. But that changed the day you decided to fuck on the couch, just to add some spice into your now very boring and slow paced lives, after watching the movie "No strings attached", yeah I know how ironic. That one fuck turned into a few and then multiples, you just couldn't stop but honestly you should've seen it coming. Being locked up with Harry during the whole of lockdown, if you didn't expect to come out of it dating or atleast fucking then damn were you gullible.
However, eventhough it wasn't the best idea you had made, there was still something so thrilling and exciting about it. Having sex with Harry had done wonders to you, you woke up smiling and went to bed smiling knowing that you were getting that good dick. Doing the deed with him was also spontaneous, one minute you'd be fucking on the couch and the next he'd have you up against the wall, drilling into you at an incredible speed, trying his best to get you going. It was so hot that sometimes you even stayed up late just so you could end up falling asleep together therefore also waking up to some slow and passionate morning sex.
It was also crazy how Harry had changed after that first time you did it, as cliché as it sounds, he had changed for the better. He wasn't that stuck up Harry anymore, the one that gets angry if you put two spoons of sugar in his tea instead of one or the annoying Harry who would barge into your room early in the morning just to be a pain in the ass. No, now he was more of a gentleman, always making sure you were doing good, bringing you water and a granola bar after everytime you fuck and making sure to kiss your forehead every night before you went to bed.
Eventhough the sex was incredible, Harry was a changed man and life was a bit more spicy than before, you still felt as if he was holding something back. Like he was scared to show you his full potential and damn did you want him to let go and show you.
Which is why you were tangled up with him in the hallway of your house, right by the front door. Harry was meant to go out and buy some essentials from the local supermarket but that was all forgotten about when he saw you come out from behind him, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt reminding him to buy God knows what, he wasn't paying attention. All he cared about now was what was laying underneath that shirt and that's why he couldn't help but push you up against the wall so that he could have his way with you and you were definitely liking it. You did wear that shirt on purpose after all, wanting to tease and wind him up.
That shirt was now disregarded on the floor and so was Harry's clothes, you knew you'd stumble over them later once you were done but you didn't care, all you cared about now was the man that had his forearms hooked underneath your legs so he could spread you out just enough to pound the living daylights out of you. One of his palm was pressed against the wall as he used all the force in him to rock your body with his own. Your arms were hooked around his shoulders whilst he continued his brutal thrusts making you bounce up and down on his rock hard cock.
It was a difficult position to maintain and poor Harry was getting tired. You could see the way his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and his teeth were gritted together, physically fighting back the urge to swear and beg you to cum so he could also finish off, the man was so close and although he had stamina for days sometimes it just didn't work with him and he just wanted his sweet relief.
