Unlikely (H.S.)

forty-five*

~Harry~

I stared down at her, my pulse thrumming beneath my skin, heat coiling low in my stomach.

"I said, get down on your knees, Harper."

The green room was dimly lit, the low glow from a single lamp casting golden shadows along the walls. The lingering pulse of the concert still buzzed faintly in my veins, adrenaline refusing to fade entirely. Outside, the muffled sounds of people moving about—crew members packing up, voices blending into the hum of post-show energy—reminded us we weren't alone. But in here, in this moment, nothing else mattered.

Sweat still clung to my skin, dampening the loose curls at my forehead, my shirt sticking in places to my torso. The cool air-conditioning did little to stop the heat building between us. Harper hesitated for only a second before sinking down, her hands skimming my thighs as she positioned herself between them. My chest rose and fell sharply, my hands flexing at my sides as I watched her look up at me through thick lashes.

Fuck.

She was beautiful like this.

Willing.

Wanting.

I reached out, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip, watching it bounce back into place.

Jesus Christ.

She didn't break eye contact, didn't waver, even when I pressed my thumb inside just enough to feel the warmth of her tongue against my skin, when suddenly she swirled her tongue around my thumb. I couldn't help the deep guttural hum that rumbled in my throat. "You're being so good for me, baby."

Her breathing was uneven, and a small, teasing smile played at the corners of her mouth. My grip in her hair tightened instinctively, just enough to make her gasp, the sound nearly lost under the noise outside.

"That smirk is dangerous," I murmured, my voice low, a warning wrapped in heat. "You know what happens when you tease me?"

She tilted her chin up slightly, as if daring me. "What happens?"

I'm gonna fucking show you.

I chuckled, low and dark. "You find out just how much I like making you beg for Daddy."

Her pupils dilated, and that was all the confirmation I needed. I guided her, slow and deliberate, savoring every little gasp, every flutter of her lashes, every quiet sound she made just for me. Her fingers skimmed along the sides of my thighs, nails scratching lightly over my trousers, her warmth radiating through the fabric. The way she looked up at me, pupils blown wide, lips parted—it was enough to make my restraint nearly snap. I couldn't stop myself from whispering to her.

"So pretty like this, baby. You like having my cock in your mouth, baby?"

She swallowed hard, nodding. "Yes."

"Say it," I murmured, my fingers grazing her jaw, tilting her face up just enough to keep her eyes locked on mine, while keeping myself in her mouth.

She pulled herself off of my cock, long strands of saliva trailing in her wake,"I like having your cock in my mouth," she breathed.

A dark satisfaction curled through me, my grip tightening just a little. "Good girl."

Every muscle in my body was taut with restraint, knowing we had to be quiet, knowing anyone could walk in if we weren't careful. The risk only made it hotter. I knitted my fingers through her short hair, guiding her on my cock. She sucked in her cheeks, tightening her grip around me. Her speed increasing, my breathing becoming shallower, I pushed myself further into her mouth, until I felt the back of her throat. Harper let a breath out through her nose and swallowed.