CASUAL • Harry Lewis/w2s

eight

As the other guests left, I returned to help with the dishes. Ethan packed up the leftovers and stored them in the freezer for Harry and Callum as a thank-you for lending their flat. I suspected they wouldn't go uneaten.

Faith and Ethan went to get their coats after putting all of the cooking equipment they'd brought with them in a large box.

I put on my coat and was about to follow Ethan and Faith out the door when Harry stopped me.

"Can you stay a minute?" He asked, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

I nodded because I didn't want to argue with him in front of our friends. Plus, ignoring each other wasn't going great so we need to talk at some point.

Ethan and Faith thanked him several more times and then left.

"What's up?" I asked Harry as I buttoned up my coat. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my keys.

"I'm sorry I was an ass earlier. I was drunk, and you are driving me crazy since you keep avoiding me and don't want to talk."

So he apologized, but he made it clear I was also to blame.

"You sobered up quickly," I said, ignoring the second part of his statement.

"I'm nowhere near sober, but I'm sober enough to know that I was obnoxious."

"I accept your apologies. See you soon," I said, turning towards the door. This was not easy. Now that we were alone and not fighting, my resolve weakened. I wanted him.

"Maisie..." He said, his voice rough, as if it hurt to say the two syllables of my name.

I had my back to him, but I could imagine the expression on his face. I saw it the night we hooked up. I willed myself not to turn around and reached for the door handle. If I could get out to the hall, I'd be fine.

"Why me?" I asked as I stared at the door, unable to open it. "You can have anyone. Why do you want me when you know how much it could fuck up things?"

He put his large hands on my shoulders, and I felt warmth radiate from where he touched me.

"I do not know. I honestly don't. But you do something to me that no one else does," He explained.

Don't turn around, I screamed inside. And definitely do not respond to what he said!

It wasn't any use. I turned to face him and looked up into his ocean-coloured eyes. I felt myself melt.

"I hate you for making me want you," I said.

He gave me an annoyingly endearing crooked smile. "We're so good together, though."

I shook my head. I hadn't allowed myself to consider how good it had been. Thinking about how good that night had been was going to get me in trouble.

"C'mon, Missy. You know we are. Do you really want to leave?" He asked.

"What I want and what I believe is best are not the same. I want to stay, but I know I should leave."

He licked his lips after looking at mine. He knew precisely what he was doing to me.

"Stop," I whispered.

"Stop what?"

"Stop looking at me like you're about to kiss me."

"I'll stop."

And then he kissed me. Technically he did what I told him. He no longer looked like he was about to kiss me; he was actually doing so.

I opened my mouth slightly, craving more. His tongue found mine. I moaned, which made him smile as we kissed.

My mouth moved away from his lips. I ran my tongue along his jawline before gently kissing my way down to his neck. I sucked lightly on his neck, but not enough to leave a mark.

"Jesus," he murmured before moving his mouth to mine and kissing me again.

He pulled away after a few minutes. "You should remove your coat. You feel a little warm."

It wasn't the coat heating me up, but I didn't tell him that. I slowly took it off and went to the closet to hang it up. I then walked down the short hall and straight to his bedroom.

"What about Callum?" I asked forgetting yet again Harry doesn't live alone.

"He's passed out drunk in his bed."

"Good,"

His lips found mine again as we got to his room. I moved my hands from his neck and started unbuttoning his shirt. When I'd achieved that, I pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He helped take it off the rest of the way. Then he grabbed the bottom of my top. I nodded and he proceeded to lift it over my head. I hadn't taken a bra on because of my top which he admired briefly before crashing his lips against mine again.

Harry pulled away and started unbuckling his belt. I watched in awe as he peeled off his jeans, revealing a very visible erection in his black boxer briefs. I extended my hand and touched him, and I noticed his entire body stiffen as he took a sharp intake of air.

Harry hooked a finger on both sides of my skirt pulling my skirt, tights and panties off in one swift motion leaving me completely naked. His large hands moved from my hips to my ass, and I felt myself lifted from the floor. I clung to his neck as he slowly sat down on the bed.

I was straddling his lap, but I moved slightly so that I was on my knees rather than my legs around him.

He put his hands on my hips and pulled me forward, so I made contact with his hard dick, which was still covered by his shorts.

Harry rolled me on my back. I sighed audibly as he kissed his way down my body, then placed his hot, wet mouth on my clit.

He flicked the tip of his tongue across my sensitive bud before sucking on it, and my orgasm came on so quickly, just like the first time we hooked up. Not even my favourite toy could get me off that quickly. As I was recovering, he grabbed a condom and put it on. Spreading my legs wide, I quivered in anticipation of him being inside me.

Harry joined me on the bed and hovered over me. As he started to kiss me I rolled us back so I again was on top.

I positioned my knees on either side of him to make sitting more comfortable. I held onto his muscular shoulders and lowered myself until I felt him at my wet entrance. He had his hands on my hips, keeping me still as I inched forward, allowing him to completely fill me. A sound escaped my lips from the intense sensation of being stretched without genuine pain, a cross between a moan of pleasure and a cry.

"We fit together perfectly," he murmured.

It took me a few seconds to recover from the feeling of being full before I could move. At first, I took advantage of my control. I went at my own pace, enjoying how good it felt to move slowly.

Harry grabbed my hips and began moving me up and down as my walls tightened around him. He had full control now. I planted my hands on his chest and leaned backwards as he began to move me faster, occasionally bucking his hips, causing us both to cry out.

After a while of fucking like this, he sat up and wrapped one arm around me, firmly holding me across my waist while the other supported him. There was something intimate about the way he clutched me while his warm breath hit my chest.

"I'm going to come again," I said, feeling the familiar fire in my belly.

As I reached my peak for the second time, he joined me, calling out my name and a string of expletives as he found his own release.

6 hours later I reserved my path as I snuck out to go home.