The Bagman's Direction

Chapter 19

I had a split second to toss over the possible outcomes of my idiotic confession and to ponder on how Harry would react.

Option One, He'd just get up and walk out of the room.
Option Two, He'd yell at me and tell me how stupid I just sounded.
Option Three, He'd kick me out of One Direction for acting like a melodramatic, horny teenager.

Then there was option four. As I said I only had a split second before he reacted and I barely got around to option four. Option Four seemed so unlikely, so insane and just a fleeting thought to fuel my imagination. Even if I had time I wouldn't have wanted to linger on it, it would've driven my hopes up too much.

Of course, Harry went with option four.

Harry lunged forward, he hastily grabbed hold of my thighs to hold me still and attacked my lips with his own. I was stunned. His grasp was so strong and his lips were so hungry. His lips crashed against mine like impatient white-wash on a wave meeting the shore. I was breathless, I was bewildered, I was... I was turned on.

I reciprocated the kiss, tangling our lips together in a fury as he released my thighs. My hands gripped onto the back of his pale neck as I poked my curious tongue into his mouth. He opened up wider, allowing it roam and play with his own. He tasted of marshmallows and heaven.

Harry broke the kiss and I panted heavily. My hot breaths stroked his face as he gulped hard. I couldn't open my eyes, I didn't want to as I feared it would end this perfect moment.

Suddenly he grabbed hold of my hips and pushed me down onto the mat, flat on my back. I was still panting, my breaths only heavier from being pushed around and I had to open my eyes. He crawled over me and grabbed my wrists to pin me down. I bit my lip, staring into his wide green eyes as he smirked. He was enjoying this, teasing me, having power over me. This was what I was begging for and I couldn't get enough of it.

He ducked his head back down to resume our kissing. I tried to lift my arms up to wrap around him and pull him down but he ensured they wouldn't come off the mat. Yet I wanted to feel him, more of him.

I began to buck my hips up, trying to collide into his. I continued to squirm until he finally got it. He broke our kiss again but this time to laugh and shake his head. He started to grind down on me, his tight jeans scraping against my slacks. He stared at me as he did so, picking up pace with each contact. I looked up at him, moaning slightly and clenching my hands into fists. He moaned too, he moaned even louder and in a more agitated manner.

His tongue was down my throat before I knew it and one of his hands let go of my wrist. His hand crept down between our bodies as we kissed, stopping at his belt buckle. He started to undo it with such haste that he was fumbling. He couldn't keep his hand still and so I decided to take over.

I broke the kiss which made him stare and I took a double glance down to his jeans and he got the hint. He stopped pinning me down and held himself up by having his hands on the floor besides my head. With my free hands I began to undo his belt properly this time, kissing him during the process. I yanked off the slippery, black character and chucked it aside. We chuckled as I undid the button and fly of his pants, relieving some tension and allowing his red underwear to poke out.

Cheekily, I gently bit on his bottom lip and pulled it down. I let my hand slide down his pants but over the fabric of his underwear. He was rock hard and leaking pre-cum through the material. He yelped as I continued to rub it and even muttered my name which drove me wild.

Harry detached our lips and centred on my neck. He started to nibble against it before biting and sucking and branding me. I whimpered, it felt so good.