-----İlayda's POV------
Ahhh, Friday, the best night of the week. My best friend and I are heading to the club with her boyfriend Liam and my FWB (friend with benefits) Harry. We just finished getting ready and we look hot (me: http://www.polyvore.com/i%CC%87laydas_club_set/set?id=69604292 meli: http://www.polyvore.com/mine_for_wattpad_os/set?id=70186734) The club is packed, the music is making the place shake and I am loving it. Meli convinces Liam and Harry to buy us some drinks while we hit up the dance floor after finding some of our other friends. Then this total hunk comes up to me and asks me to dance, naturally I accept and we start to grind on the dance floor. Harry swoops in with our drinks and hands me mine before pulling me away from the hottie. "Hey, mate, why don't you keep off of the girl, yeah?" "Don't think so mate, she looked like she was having fun until you ruined it." the mystery man says. "Boys, stop it. Harry we aren't together so I can dance with whomever I want thank you very much. And you, I need to know your name." I say. "I'm James, and I'd like to keep dancing with you..." "İlayda." I say going back to dancing with James, but not grinding yet per say. Harry just stalks off to the bar talking to Liam quick before he carries out an already stumbling Meli...glad I can keep my alcohol better than her. I finish my drink and ask James to go get me another one. Once he leaves I dance with my group of friends i found earlier and when James comes back I start grinding on him, drinking my...whatever he got me. Half an hour later I wasn't feeling too hot, James tried to take me back to his place but I said no seeing as Harry's half passed out on the bar and he's my flatmate. I drag Harry from the bar and he goes right to James, punching him in the face. "Don't mess with my girl ever again!" He says before letting me drag him away and into the first taxi I could find. Harry started caressing my leg as I told the driver where our flat was located. "Harry, stop it. I'm in no mood to deal with you right now." "I'm sorry baby, I really am. But you're sexy and you're my sexy piece of ass, not his or anyone elses." He says with a burning flame in his eyes. Honestly it kind of excites me and makes me wet. When we arrive at the flat building I take Harry's wallet, and pay the man before walking into the building and to the elevator. Psh, like we're gonna make it up stairs being this drunk and Harry being this horny. In the elevator Harry pushes me up against the wall and kisses me fiercely and passionately. The elevator stops right between the fourth floor and our floor. Not being able to wait Harry unzips and takes off my top appreciating the fact I have no bra on. He then pulls down my shorts and panties. I turn so he's against the wall and then I lift his shirt over his head, running my finger nails up and down his defined abs. Then I slowly unbutton his pants pulling them down before rubbing his boner over his boxers. I then slowly pull those down and start to stroke his dick when he pulls me up. "No time for foreplay babye, I'm too horny for that." Then he lifts me up so my butt is on the bar on the elevator and thrust into me roughly. I moan out and Harry just keeps going not giving me any time to adjust. Now I know how to rile Harry up, I just gotta have him set his own trap. "You're so tight, didn't we just fuck last night?" "Maybe you're not doing it right." Then I see anger flash in his eyes. "I'll show you I know how to fuck you right." he says and then lifts me up by my thighs and thrusts harder and faster hitting my gspot every time. I moan his name over and over as his thrusts get harder and faster each time. "Oh God, Harry I'm close!" "Hold it!" He says and I hold it for about another three minutes before I hear, "On 3. 1...2...3!" I then let go of my majorly impending orgasam and Harry's cum mixes in with mine. He sets me down and we get redressed, just in time too since not even 30 seconds after we finished putting our clothes back on, the elevator starts moving once again. We get out and into our flat before going at it again...and again...again...on just about every surface possible. The next morning fuck that, for the next week I couldn't walk. I yell at him everyday for it. Oh well, drunk Harry equals fun Harry and sometimes walking is the price I pay to see him in action ;)
