Lou's Gold (Larry Stylinson) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 32: Feels Pretty Good So Far

╚Harry✍╝

His hot breath swam in my ears, heavy pleasurable sighs leaving his lips. Memories of how I got there blurred as my teeth nipped at the soft flesh between his neck and collarbone, licking a fresh bruise I was forming. His naked body clung to mine, eager as mine to get more friction between us. I pressed his hips tighter to my groin with my hands, spreading him open with my hands before entering completely.

He sat up straight, throwing his feathered hair back. Suddenly I was inside him, thrusting up as he bounced down on me. The overwhelming feeling of his tight hole around me made it hard for me to catch my breath, leaving me a gasping mess writhing underneath him. His small hands rested on my chest, nails digging into me with every rhythmic pound.

I felt his thin waist between my large hands, perfectly curving to his plump arse, contracting and spreading as he rode my manhood. He leaned over and kissed my lips, a spur of electricity sparking up my already beating heart. He stayed hovering over me, not looking away from our locked gaze.

His piercing blue eyes held contact with mine, my name sputtering from his lips in moans. "Harry, Oh, God, Harry-"

I traced my hands down his chest, reaching for his hands. I intertwined our fingers, turning his right hand to see his smiley face tattoo better.

He smiled, pointing at a tattoo on my bicep I hadn't seen before.

Hi.

I opened my mouth to question it when i felt him speed up, pleasure taking over his face as his eyes rolled back into his head. Loud curses left his plump lips while I continued to thrust into his small frame above me.

His hands made their way back to my chest, pushing himself up to slam back down on my pumping cock. "Harry, Harry, Oh, Harry."

Oddly, he didn't moan anything but my name.

"Harry, Harry, Harry-"

I looked up to him, realizing he stopped.

"Harry, Harry, Har-"

He was no longer on top of me. He stood fully clothed on the other side of the room, being pulled away by an invisible force. His feet dragged across the floor, hands flinging wildly around him. The desperation in his eyes stung my heart.His voice became more frantic as he reached out to me, unable to grasp anything.

I'd never seen anyone so afraid.

"Harry! Harry! H-"

I couldn't move. I laid on my back with my arms outstretched, wiggling as an attempt to save him from slipping away.

"Harry! Harry!

- wake up, mate."

My eyes flicked open in a panic, hands still reaching out in front of me.

I was still grasping nothing.

I felt a shove to my back, making me groan and roll over to where Zayn was laying. "Wh-what?"

"Your phone, mate. It's the third time ringing, don't you hear it?"

As if on cue, my ringtone began again on the night stand next to me, buzzing lightly as it rang. I rolled over again and answered without looking. "Hello?"

"Hey, have you heard from Niall at all?"

I felt my head spin and couldn't put my thoughts together before I answered. "Who?"

"Who is it?" Zayn asked next to me, edging closer as I rolled on my back.

I wondered for a second why Zayn and I were both on the bed when the person on the other line spoke again. "You know, loud, charming lad with fake blonde hair?"