The Unbelievable (Book Two)

Chapter 23

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"Babe seriously?" Harry laughed and tried to pry my phone from my hand after I took the most hilarious photo of him with his hair tied up in two buns on each half of his head in Miley Cyrus fashion.

"You're so hot!" I laughed pushing at his hands while scooting away from him on my couch. "You should make this your next album cover. Like it's that golden, Harry," the corners of my mouth were turned up and I couldn't help the giggles that left my parted lips.

After a minute of wrestling his long arms and fingers, he gave up and leaned away from me to take his buns out.

The interviews lasted for a while earlier today, but after that phone call I had at work with him, he stayed in a particularly great mood towards me. For the past hour or two, we'd finally been able to leave interview time for him and were lounging around my apartment. We ordered a pizza but it didn't last long. The only thing left of it was the box on the ottoman and a few pieces of crust inside the box.

After Harry was done with his hair, he snuggled up to my side, kissing my temple and speaking softly over my loud heart beat, "I'm glad you came to see me, Cal."

"I'm your girlfriend. I'll always be there for you," I reminded him. I rested my head on his shoulder and traced circles with my fingertip into his knee.

"I'm sorry for not being what you need," he mumbled under his breath. If I hadn't known him for so long, I probably wouldn't have understood what he said. I swallowed the small lump in my throat as the feeling of guilt rushed over me. He had so much stress piled onto him with everything going on and here I was being selfish and greedy with him. It's not about me right now, it's about him.

I looked at him and kissed his lips for a moment. He responded eagerly and I knew he sincerely felt sad about not being with me as often. Yes, I was sad to not be with him every moment I possibly could, but his life was far from ordinary and I had to learn that because of his new life, I would have to learn that everything isn't always about me and what I need at that moment.

I kissed his chin, trailed kisses down his torso and I was finally on my knees in front of him sitting on the couch. I looked up to his eyes when I reached for his button on his black jeans. His eyes were excited and his mouth parted open when my forearm brushed against his length still in his pants.

I bit my bottom lip and pulled his zipper down. I reached into his boxers and grabbed onto his length brushing my fingers along him. He had the softest texture to his length and I remember the first time I ever gave him a blowjob back at his old buddy's house. It was nice but I really didn't know what I was doing. I had so much more experience now with stuff like this and it made me excited to know that I was able to turn him on still.

My hand massaged him up and down until he was completely hard.

"Callie," Harry seethed in as I wrapped my lips around his tip. One of his hands held on to the couch and then his other hand reached for mine to hold. With my right hand, I took his base and adjusted my grip while I sucked him off. My lips popped off his tip as I worked my mouth down and up his length.

"Will you fuck me?" I begged and reached in between my legs pressing on my clit not being able to stand how turned on I was anymore.

"I thought you'd never ask," he pulled his pants to his knees and then I sat onto his lap. 

His hands were working quickly at my zipper and button and next thing I knew I was on my back and he was filling me entirely.

"Ugh, Harry," I felt my walls clench around him.