Faceless [H.S]

Hungry. // PART TWO * 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

It was so quick. All of it. And it was so overwhelming.

The unzipping and unbuckling. The look on his face. My throbbing clit. Harry was so eager and so hungry--the adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I knew someone could walk by--I knew I shouldn't be weak under him like this, but I couldn't even control myself. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to run away.

But here he was--in front of me--and his lips tasted like the sweetest fucking poison. His voice was enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand. His fingers, made me crumble and writhe beneath him. He scared me--he terrified me, actually. But every fiber of my being was on fire in this moment, burning and yearning for him.

Fuck.

Soon enough, I found myself propped on my knees; the rush of the cold belonging to the cement causing me to shudder. He looked down at me with his green orbs darting back and forth; face flushed. I pulled his hips close to me so I could take him in my mouth.

I haven't done this in a while... I hope this was good.

I finally pulled his aching erection out of his boxers, his veiny cock springing out. The tip was swollen, and pink. It was long, and thick, and a shocked gasp escaped me. This was definitely the biggest I had ever encountered. What the fuck. I wrapped my fingers around it gently, and he took his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyebrows pushed together until harsh lines poked into his forehead. His jaw was so clenched you could cut ice on it. I took a deep breath, feeling like he had knocked out all the air in my lungs. He licked his lips and placed his hands on the wall behind me, holding himself up at an angle, his cock menacing as it hung dangerously above me. I began to move my fingers and nails teasingly against his shaft. The rush of the anxiety of getting caught paired with the slight tipsy feeling buzzing in my head and the whirl of the adrenaline combined in such an utterly indescribable manner.

The pandemonium was absolute pleasure.

He let out a deep guttural groan when I finally took him in my mouth. I closed my eyes, mouth wide and completely wet as his dick touched the back of my throat.

Don't gag, don't gag...

I bobbed up and down, my lips firm around the head of his member. I allowed my tongue to feel every inch; run it along every vein. Coming up for air with a harsh pop sound, I grinned a bit.

Oh fuck--I really like this.

And I like that I shouldn't like this.

"Fucking shit, Val," he sputtered out, weakly. He was twitching and there was a bead of pre cum on the tip--leaking now. A string of spit was connected from his head to my mouth and I went back down to lick at the sweetness, the pit of my stomach flexing and tensing in excitement. There was a deep ache in my core, I pushed my thighs together and moaned into his cock. He put down a hand to my head, pushing down only slightly and began to thrust. Every time he pulled out and shoved back in I tried not to choke or gag, but I knew he could tell it was effecting me. I think deep down he liked it--there was a sadistic expression on his face. An evil desire I couldn't even fathom or truly put into words. He pulled out, his cock drenched in my clear saliva.

"Valerie," he said through gritted teeth. "Get up."

The two words made me listen instantly. I rose to my feet and I could see him fumbling in his back pocket for something.