My Senior Year Abroad [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Chapter 54

***FRISKY MATERIAL IS UP AHEAD THAT I DID NOT WRITE***

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: FROM EDEN BY HOZIER

RILEY'S POV

"That shot was a bad idea."

Harry lifted his lips from mine just enough to mumble. "No, it wasn't."

"Yes it was" I insisted as I lifted my head to meet his pouty, swollen lips again.

We had been making out heavily for the past ten minutes and I could still feel the lingering effects that shot of scotch Harry convinced me to have. I'd been fumbling with the button to his pants for the past five minutes because of it. The way the alcohol buzzed my thoughts and the feeling of Harry's lips distracting my focus even further wasn't helping the situation at all.

"Oh for fucks sake" I grumbled, palming him over his pants since I couldn't manage to get them open. "These damn skinny jeans are being the most stubborn things I've ever encountered."

Harry laughed as he held himself over me, obviously amused at my tipsy state. I'd never been this way in front of him before and I told him that scotch was my weakness. I only wished my brothers had taught me to hold the hard liquor like I held beer.

"Drunk Riley is a bit of a potty mouth" he continued to chuckle over me before I grabbed his shoulders and brought him back down to me.

"Sh- shut up" I stuttered against his mouth. He wasn't even kissing me back. He was smiling against my lips, a huge satisfied grin that made it impossible for me to continue to sloppily kiss him.

I pushed his chest so I could roll over on top of him, with my panties and bra being the only clothing I still had on. Obviously Harry hadn't been as impaired as I was by the shot, cause he easily removed the unwanted clothing from my body once we got back into his room.

I straddled his waist and began fumbling with his zipper as he stared up at me with amusement. After a few seconds, I gave up and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Harry" I whined, looking into his dilated pupils. "Help me."

"No" he chuckled. "It's far too entertaining to watch you try and do this yourself."

"Don't be an asshole" I chuckled hitting his chest. "The faster we get these off the faster we can continue."

I slid my hands up his bare chest seductively until they wrapped around his neck and entangled in his hair at the back. Our chests were still heaving from moments ago and I could feel the sheen sweat of our skin as I laid on top of him.

"You do want to continue this don't you?" I quirked my eyebrow up at him.

He cupped my face and brought his lips to meet mine in a passionate kiss. The slow push his tongue made into my mouth gave me all the confirmation I need.

"Well come on, get on with it then" I giggled as I guided his hands down between us to initiate the unbuttoning of his skinny jeans.

I sat back up, my thighs on both sides of his narrow hips as he teasingly slowed his movements. His fingers moved at the pace I just couldn't take.

"Seriously Harry, stop fucking with me" I giggled down at him. The cockiest grin covered his face as he let out a low laugh.

"There's that potty mouth again" he teased. He unzipped his pants and I instantly grabbed the hem and pushed them down his legs. "I had two shots of scotch and it's not making me swear like a sailor."