Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 17: IF YOU DON'T LET ME JOIN, I'LL TELL

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"We should be focusing,"

Harry was right, but I couldn't stop kissing him. There was something about him that drew me in.

"I know. It's hard to focus with you next to me,"

We were away from the main building of the Centre, half-hidden by the trees and laying on the grass; from where we were, it was possible to see anyone coming in, but they wouldn't be able to see us until they were looking down the slope to the river.

My body was laying over Harry's, with our legs intertwined. I loved being on top of him, feeling the response of his body to every touch. I kissed his lips repeatedly. I loved the tenderness, the softness of his tongue, his taste.

My body would grind on him, in response to my horniness and Harry would let out soft moans here and there. I kissed his neck, the back of his ear and his collarbone, trailing my tongue on his skin. God! I loved his perfume. I returned to his lips, kissing him deeper and with more intensity. I sucked on his lower lip and Harry gasped into me.

"Zayn..." Harry moaned, moving away from my lips. "I can't breathe."

I opened my eyes looking down at him, parted lips, semi-opened eyes and heavy breathing. Harry's lean body stretched under me, and his heartbeat was strongly against his chest. I could feel him.

"I'm sorry," I replied kissing his cheek and then making my way down his neck. My lips stopped on his beating pulsing licking it. Harry shuddered with pleasure.

"You're going to suffocate me, honey."

I smiled against his skin and bit him softly. Harry moaned in reply.

"I promise I won't," Moving back up, I faced him. I parted his knees coming between him. His erection was palpable through his jeans, and I wanted him. "How's the breathing?"

Harry looked at me, showing me a devious smile.

"Okay."

"Fantastic," I replied going in and kissing him again.

Harry's hands ran all over my body and it was turning me on. I pulled Harry's face towards me, lifting him slightly off the grass and I felt how limp his body was.

I was in total control of him. I laid him back again, pushing him down against the ground and thrusting against him, parting his knees further making a position.

My hands ran running over his body: I started at the neck, went down slowly over his chest, then his stomach and stopped at the groin area. I cupped his crotch, gripping it tightly - I could feel the erection through the jeans.

Harry exhaled into my lips.

"My, my Harry..." I looked down at my hand cupping his groin, feeling that bulge against me. I kept massaging him over the jeans, outlining the contour of his cock. I bit my lip remembering what it felt like to have him inside of me. My hunger was growing steadily. "Let me take it out."

"No, no, no..." Harry replied, grabbing my hand, and stopping me. "Someone could see us."

"No one can see us from here, baby."

Harry didn't argue hard enough and, when my hand went inside his boxers grabbing his hard cock, he gasped, hiding his face on my shoulder. I felt him relax under me, propping his knee open, to the side, while his other leg continued to stretch between mine.

I picked up the pace as he hardened in my hand. Harry's head lulled back with closed eyes, and I kissed his lips again.

"Ugh...Zayn..."