I want you 2 rock me

Part 2

I was appalled by his forwardness. "S-sure." I stuttered. He reached out his hand for mine, I took it and he walked me to my car before I got in and I assumed that he was getting in with me, but no. He got in the black Range Rover that towered over my car. He pulled out of his parking spot and gave me enough room to pull out as well. As soon as I was out of the space his Range moved forward and along the smooth cold pavement as I followed behind him. As the short time passed I could see his muscles flex in the side mirror as he drove. We soon pulled onto the familiar road, my road. How did he know where I lived? Next thing I knew we were pulling into a driveway about two houses down from my house. We lived so close, yet I haven't noticed the guy that I want to sleep with was so near. I parked my car in front of the large house. It looked very much like mine on the outside. But when Harry put the golden key in the lock and the door was pushed open, I was amazed. Cathedral ceilings, artistic paintings, and high-class crown molding lined the house's walls. His parents had very high taste in home decor. I stepped in the polished house, following Harry to the kitchen. There was a silence, not awkward but comfortable. I broke it "Harry, I think we should probably get your.... well....body...cleaned up." I suggested a bit uncomfortable because, I mean he had cuts all over his body and bruises. Luckily they left his crotch alone. That would be even worse- for both of us. I hopped off the counter I was sitting on as did Harry. He led me to a room, I assumed to be as his bedroom, he walked through another door and poked his head back out. "Well aren't you coming with?" he asked hopeful. "Sure...." I wasn't so sure with where he was going with this, but I majorly wanted to find out! I walked in and he was still fully clothed, leaning under the sink to get probably the first aid kit. "So where is your mum and dad?" I sat on the sink as I swing my feet beside his muscular body. He stood back up, put the kit beside me on the sink and smirked at me. "Well wouldn't you just want to find out?" he asked as he took off his shirt. I couldn't help, but to stare. His hair now messy and ruffled, his face calm and relaxed, his neck. I can't even describe it. His chest strong and muscular. He could definitely put up a fight to Zayn, but not with a dozen of Zayn's friends as well as Zayn against him. His chest followed his large biceps and arms, and his abs as muscular as his chest. I then noticed his happy trail and he had taken off his jeans in all my staring. I could see a faint out-line of his half-hard length. It was strapped down to his abdomen begging for freedom. I felt a hand on my chin, he moved my face from his lower abdomen to his face. He seemed so much more shy in school, now he was more normal. Not quite like Zayn, but he had that cockiness that most guys happen to get when you are checking them out for a little while. He also seemed quite a bit more confident. We were behind closed doors where nothing could go wrong. With the people we go to school with anyways. "They are at work. Mum doesn't get home till 7 and dad...he works a lot." he seemed to not want to tell me something and I wasn't going to push for something I didn't need to know. "Okay lets get you washed up!" I got off the sink's counter. "No." Harry told me sternly. "What do you mean? There is dirt in your cuts, they will get infected and get worse. Only to make Zayn even happier that he caused us pain." I told him wetting a wash cloth. "Us?" he asked sounding shocked. "Yeah, I got you into this mess. And do you not remember- they tried to make us..." I blushed crimson and looked away from his face. "Yeah, I remember." he whispered into my neck from behind as he rubbed my hips with his thumbs. "You are beautiful." he moved his hand to my bum gracing over the fabric of my jeans. "I remember your naked body huddled to me to hide from everyone else. And Mrs. Harcell, (made up, pronounce as you like) she looked a bit uncomfortable. Seeing two of her students pressed together naked and cold." he then moved his large hands to my front and pressed his lower abdomen to my back. I could feel it. I could feel him. He had a major hard-on, he grinded onto my bum. I could feel the blood rush between my legs as he moved my shirt and unbuttoned my jeans. I held my grasp on the sink and he pushed the fabric to the floor. His eyes lit up at the sight in the mirror. I was in my lacy black panties from when we were at school. I was surprised he didn't notice then, but who could blame him, he was in just his boxers right there. I moaned and he grinded harder now aware that I was enjoying it. "Do you want this?" he mumbled kissing my neck. I couldn't respond, I grabbed his left forearm and placed it on the hem of my shirt as if to tell him yes. He chuckled. He removed his other hand from my well-heated and now pulsing area. I whimpered from the loss of his contact. He tore off my shirt hastily. I reached for the clasp of my bra before my hand was swatted away. "No! My job!" he sternly told me. I felt him playing with it, having some trouble. When everything happened with Zayn, he knew how, I was quite glad Harry didn't. Because that shows a bit of what kind of guy he is. He doesn't sleep with girls then leave them or never talk to them again. I reached behind me once again and undid the clasp with ease. I looked at Harry, it was funny, he had this ashamed look on his face. "Aw! Haz, why are you sad?" I let the bra fall down my shoulders to the floor. "Because I couldn't unclasp your bra for you!" his face saddened even more. "Harry, no. I like that you couldn't do that. It shows what kind of guy you are. I like that kind of guy." I pressed my lips against his. I have never felt to alive so full of life. He hugged me. Our naked chests pressed together in the middle of his bathroom. I felt it all rush from my body as he pulled away. I have never not ever felt anything so special, life-filled, loving. It was very special. He reached for my lace panties, looking to my eyes for permission, I nodded yes and I felt the extremely thin fabric being pulled down my closed thighs. I looked down at him as he had his eyes locked on my centre. I pulled on his curly ringlets. He got the message, he put his face in front of my crotch. I got it, he was a virgin. "Awh! That's adorable! Do you like- know what to-like do?" I shifted. He nodded, dipping his warm wet tongue into me. He grabbed hold of my thighs, trying to separate them. If I did I would fall over from pleasure and being unbalanced. "Bedroom." I moaned out attempting to hold my eyes open, but failing. I felt his tongue leave me and my body being picked up bridal style. He leaned up to my ear as I felt his breathe on my neck, but his arms still around my naked body in mid air. "I've never tasted anyone else, but you taste amazing." he whispered. I felt a chill go through my body as he spoke. His warm soft breathe, against my cold clammy sweaty skin. I felt a silky sheet beneath me. My legs hung off the bed as Harry spread them as far as my hips would allow. His face moved between my thighs and to where I needed him most. I felt his tongue slip inside of me. I clenched my muscles, I was close. "Harry!" I moaned loudly as I fisted his curls farther between my legs. He hummed not knowing what he just did to me. My vision went white and i was sent into a sense of pure pleasure as I let go of everything onto his tongue and mouth. He hovered over me looking a bit nervous. "What's wrong?" I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Well....You probably already know. I'm a virgin, Y/N." he stood back up and paced around the room. "Harry, we don't have to. But I do want to give you something for the amazing job you just did." I kissed his wet lips. His eyes widened and his lips parted, "No, you really don't have to." But I already had his boxers down to his ankles. His length sprang up slapping him on the belly button. He sighed in relief. I was wide-eyed, he was bigger than I thought. I took his tip into my mouth sucking like it was a lolly pop. I slowly moved him down my throat as I hollowed my cheeks and began moving faster on him. I made sure to press my tongue against his underside. It seems to make it more enjoyable for him. I felt him hit the back of my throat, he let a load moan go in response. That is when I heard it. The front door open and a female voice call Harry's name.