Espresso

Chapter 30

Author's note - adult/ explicit content in this chapter. 18+ only.

Jet

His lips are feverish against mine, desire evident in each kiss as he tangles his long fingertips through my hair and guides me backwards towards the bed.

My nimble fingers unbutton his shirt as he does, my own desire for him building as we stumble through the dimly lit hotel room. He tugs harder on my hair, his actions getting rougher with every step we take and eventually, his fingers coil around my neck and squeeze slightly, sending every single hormone in my body surging at full speed through my veins.

I'm acutely aware of season 5 of Supernatural humming in the background as my ankles gently bump the bed frame and he tips me backwards, left hand still wrapped around my throat though his right grips my waist to cushion my fall.

I giggle as I hit the duvet covered mattress, Harry peppering kisses up my jawline. I undo the last button on his shirt and throw it back over his shoulders before hurriedly sliding it down his arms and discarding it on the floor. I'll steal that later.

"Someone's keen," he teases, grazing his teeth against my earlobe.

"You're the one that came knocking," I remind him and he squeezes my throat harder.

"You're the one wearing my hand as a necklace," he fires back and all I can do is moan in response.

He licks a strip from my neck to my ear and then carefully blows on it, causing goosebumps to the raise on my skin. He removes his hand from my throat and presses a kiss to my lips again before sitting back.

"I see you stole my shirt," he muses, playing with the hem of the grey fabric and I blush.

"Borrowed," I correct, flustered.

"It looks incredible on you," he hums, allowing his fingertips to wander under the material and rub circles into my hips, sparks flying down my legs, "but I think it would look better on the floor."

He lifts the material up and over my head, throwing it onto the growing pile of garments that's building on the carpet. He then lays me back down and litters my chest and neck with kisses, and I think that I may just spontaneously combust with how desperately I want him.

He looks down, his eyes wild as he takes in the sight of my lingerie. It's nothing fancy, just a simple white, lace set, but he's looking at me like I'm a buffet and he hasn't eaten for days.

The contrast of the pale set to my heavily inked skin has him bewildered, I can practically hear how fast his heart is beating and I smirk up at him, noticing how tight his jeans have suddenly become. I reach up and slide his belt out of the buckle and undo his top button, before unzipping them and peeling the material down over his bum.

I lean up to kiss him, my tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. I hold my palm against his cheek and slowly shift us so that he's beneath me. He tugs his jeans further down his legs and kicks them off at his feet.

I straddle his waist, only the fabric of our underwear between us as I slowly begin to grind against him. He hisses breath me, trailing his hand up my torso to my chest and brushing his finger over the lace cups of my bra. He strokes a finger over the supple flesh spilling out of the garment, his mouth slightly agape in awe.

I lean forward until my breasts are in his face, moving my hips faster against him; the tip of his cock colliding with my clit feels unbelievable and I clench my jaw to hold back a moan. He kisses my chest, sucking small hickies into my skin as he unhooks my bra, instantly taking my nipples into his mouth. I pant above him as he firmly grips my hips and rocks me harder and faster against him. If he carries on like this I'll have finished before we've even begun.