The Wires Case [ h.s ]

Chapter 61

tw refrences of sexual assault

Brooke Wires

Barging into Harry's room with his lips on mine, I knew his house like the back of my hand, having been here countless of days. With his hands roaming up and down my body vigorously, I knew how many steps to take until I turned him around and made him fall into the bed, me straddling his thighs as we still kissed fiercely.

Not being drunk enough to feel everything spin, I still was beyond tipsy and that was enough to make my body tingle with heat more easily. So, as I felt Harry's hands go down my back and grab my ass roughly, pressing me to him so I could feel the hardness trapped in his dress pants against my core, I couldn't help but let out a moan against his mouth, gaining myself a sharp slap against my ass cheek.

Feeling the tingle of pain travel into my core, I separated my mouth from his, standing up straight on his tights so I could take off my dress and let him roam my body everywhere without any barriers.

Looking down at him, I started rolling my hips subtly as I sneaked my hand behind my back to pull the zipper of my dress down. Harry looked up at me with a heated glance, full lips and hair messed up.

"You're okay about this, yeah?" He asked,voice passive enough to let me know he wasn't on the verge of sobriety either, but still managing to always search for consent, something I was extremely grateful for.

"Yes," I verbalized, knowing a nod isn't enough for him, "I'm so horny right now that if we stop I might cry." I state, not having any filter when being drunk, as I pulled down my dress, letting it peel down to my waist and freeing my breast from it.

Harry chuckles lightly, biting his lips in the most hot way as he starts to sit up, his eyes never leaving my breast as they stand up straight and full, begging for him to do something.

I wait expectantly as he slowly drags his hands up my waist. They're warm and rough and as I feel them go up until my ribcage, tingling every ounce of my body. I look at him with clouded eyes, letting out a whimper when he roughly palms my small breasts in his hands.

I don't have any time to think when he suddenly collides his mouth with mine again, tongues tangling with each other as if he's a starved man and my mouth it's the first meal he's had in years.

I arch myself towards him as he keeps playing with my breasts, massagin, gripping and pinching them without any ounce of care, making the pool of wetness in my core drip along my thighs.

He always gets me so worked up it's insane. I've never been so turned on when having sex before I've met Harry. Every time we fucked, I would always lay in a pool of my own wetness until he decided to either dip his tongue, fingers or his dick in it. And it would always lead me to have my thighs tremble and to end up in an even bigger pool of my own orgasm.

He loves to rile me up until I fucking beg. And he always manages to make me. And to be honest, I don't fucking care.

Feeling him pinch my nipples until the point of pain, I let out a moan against his mouth. I absolutely love it when Harry gets loose in sex and gets rough with me. He's always treating me like I'm glass and I'll break at any second, and while I'm thankful for him caring so much about me, I love when he leaves all that care behind and, especially in bed, fucks me so hard and rough it almost seems like he hates me. But I know he doesn't. I know it's just how he is in bed, and I fucking love it. Because it shows that he's not holding back.

From the countless nights of sex we had after we sorted everything out, I've noticed he is dominant in bed. He loves the power that comes with making a girl feel good. And he's never left me down when it has come to pleasuring me. But because everything was still so unsure, he wasn't giving me everything he was. He wasn't giving me all his versions, because he was scared I wouldn't like it.