Deception - H.S

Chapter 69

Hope Whitlock

Harry's arms were wrapped around me, nuzzling his face into my neck to place a soft kiss there. A soft hum left his lips at the innocent touch. He must have realized I had woken up or else he wouldn't be tightening his grip around me in case I woke up.

He soon switched to letting out grunts and groans, pulling me closer against his body. It was then I realized his hardness pressed against my lower back.

"You okay there?" I placed my hands over his as he shifted a little, he was clearly uncomfortable.

"You had some bad intentions last night, Bree, and it's been on my mind ever since. It's been a rough fucking night." He mumbled against my ear, his morning rasp sound a little too hot than usual.

I turned around to face him which made him groan in frustration, "Seriously? At least let my dick calm down." I bit on my lower lip to hold back a smile, placing my hand on his abs and tracing them down slowly over the contours of his muscles until I reached his crotch. He was basically suffocating in those sweatpants, it must be painful.

His lazy lips found my neck, brushing them slowly down my arch while placing random kisses all over.

"Yeah? I'll let it calm down..." I say, smirking to myself as I grazed my fingers over his pubic bone, hearing him suck in a sharp breath in sensitivity. I don't know what had taken over me this morning but I was in a... mood.

Harry's warm lips press against my neck, nibbling and sucking while his hands were wandering underneath my shirt like he couldn't get enough contact. He pushed his hips forward against my hand, circling them to create a friction that I was depriving him of with my teasing.

"I've been craving you since last night. You're driving me fuckin' crazy." He pants, his large hands grabbing a fistful of my ass and palming the flesh, sending shockwaves straight to my center, pooling between my legs; that's all that was required for me to become a mess, his morning voice and his words.

His eyes were closed, eyelids still heavy with sleep but I could just picture the lustful look behind them. The last time I did this, I felt a sort of power over him and watching what I do to him was a whole new type of euphoria.

I place a singular kiss on his jaw, softly nibbling on the skin while I took his hands away from my body, his brows creased in confusion, snapping his eyes open to see what was wrong.

Before I give him the chance to speak, I get on my knees on the mattress, pressing my lips against his ear to leave a wet kiss, tugging on his lobe, "I'm craving you too..."

I start lowering myself down, sinking underneath the blanket and smoothing my hands over his torso as I did so.

"Bree... you don't have to." He speaks once he realized what my intentions were.

"Shh... Mr. Styles, didn't you want a show?" I tilt my head, innocently looking at him through my lashes. I hook my fingers into the hem of his sweatpants, finding out that he wasn't wearing any boxers. He was really worked up, wasn't he?

I was being so forward and it was a new fun experience yet the nerves still remained. Sometimes, when you feel a lot, your body wants to express it and lust was a feeling after all.

"Fuck..." he hisses, pinching his eyes shut as I released his hardened erection by tugging his pants down. My hands smoothed over his thighs, fingers lingering over his left thigh that had the tiger tattoo for a little longer than intended. The things that thigh can do...

Before getting too distracted, I fixed my gaze on his, sliding my hands higher until I wrapped my fingers around his base timidly, sliding my hand up his silky skin slowly before bringing it back down and creating a slow motion with a little twist of my wrist every few seconds.