Mocked: A Marcel Fanfic

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three



"Fuck." The word actually leaves my mouth, causing Veronica to giggle against my skin.

She's on top of me, her entire body pressing against mine. My brain is completely shut down, fried even with an incapability of thinking.

Her tongue licks across my collar bone and I moan. My cheeks flush at the sound. That's even more embarrassing than her hearing me moan.

"Harry, you're so virginal," she whispers and kisses up my neck. "Anything I do to you, makes you react so well," she purs and I groan as she bites my neck playfully.

I shut my eyes and fist my hands at my sides beneath the blanket. Must resist the temptation to touch her.

"Harry, open your eyes." Her breath is across my face and I find myself following her command.

I stare up, into her brown eyes. My stomach flops and I shake beneath her body.

"Better," she notes and kisses below my jaw. Her teeth graze the skin and another involuntary moan escapes my lips.

Is it getting really hot in here? I feel like I'm about to start sweating.

"Veronica, it's hot," I state bluntly.

Veronica laughs lowly and grins down at me, her brown eyes flashing playfully above me. "Oh it's about to get a lot hotter," she winks.

And I'm gone. Completely gone out of my mind.

"Why is that?" I ask her slowly. My hips start making a subtle thrusting motion with her on me. I can only imagine what it would feel like without these damn blankets.

"You'll see," she purs. "Let's get these blankets away, yeah?"

I don't argue with her as she gets off my lap to throw the blankets off the bed. I shiver from the sudden cold and wrap my arms around my body. I realize that I'm not shirtless and that there's a black t-shirt on my body.

"Whose shirt is this?" I ask as she tosses the blankets down.

"Was my dad's," she shrugs. "Not like he'll miss it," she mutters.

I don't want to talk about her dad or anything other than having sex with her. I just don't. I can feel my body craving her every touch.

Veronica crawls back towards me, her brown eyes set on mine. I stare back and can't help but bite my lip. She's driving me insane.

I gasp when she straddles me once again, her legs on either side of my hips. She dips her face down to mine. I reach up and cup her face with my hand, using my thumb to stroke her cheek.

There are no words as I bring her face down to mine and kiss her. The only sound is a moan as our lips press against each other. Veronica's lips are hard on mine and when I gasp, she takes the opportunity and deepens the kiss.

Her hands cup my head, her fingers grabbing my curls. I feel her hips grinding against mine, a motion that sets my body on fire.

I need her. I've never needed anything more than this fucking girl. It scares me.

Veronica breaks the kiss and sits up on my lap, her hands flying down to the bottom hem of my shirt. I sit up and she pulls it over my head before coming back down to kiss me.

My heart flutters. This is going to happen. It's seriously going to happen.

I roll us over and push Veronica into the bed. She gazes up at me as her hands roam my chest. I grab at her shirt and she nods to permit me taking it off.

She sits up as I raise the shirt, revealing her tan body beneath it. I eye the dark blue bra, her breasts making me want to do so many unspeakable things.

Veronica laughs quietly and grabs my face, pulling me down on her lips again. "What, Harry? Never seen a pair of boobs before?"

I can't lie. "No, I haven't."

"Another first together," she whispers. Veronica wraps her legs around my waist and flips us over again. My head lands against a pillow and she grins down at me. "I want to be in charge," she tells me.

I nod and let her because I have no fucking clue as to what I'm doing.

Veronica's hands trail down to my hip bones, touching the edge of my jeans. How crazy is it that the last I was here, it was in these jeans. Then again, I've only ever worn two pairs.

I stop thinking when her hand brushes my crotch. I moan and buck my hips upwards, wanting her hand to touch me again.

Veronica slowly unbuttons my jeans and I feel my entire body quiver. "Someone's excited," she teases before pressing her lips against mine again.

This time, I grab her face and kiss her harshly. Our tongues rub against each other and I moan, her teeth biting my bottom lip playfully.

She drags my pants down, somehow remaining on my lap. I know I'm pressing against her with my suddenly hard erection. My cheeks flush with dirty thoughts.

I would never feel it if she weren't pressed so closely to me, but Veronica shudders on top of me.

Her face is above mine, our lips attached to each other. Her hands are on my waist, her hips grinding against mine. I thrust upwards slowly, matching our kiss to how my body feels.

It's going to happen between us.

A drop of water trails down my cheek suddenly. A tear from Veronica.

I stop moving my hips and lift her face so that I can see her. She looks away from me shamefully, but I see very clearly that she started crying.

I sit up immediately, concern filling me. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask, holding her waist.

Veronica looks sideways, her hands rubbing against her eyes. "Nothing, sorry, something's in my eyes," she lies. I can hear her lying so clearly.

"Veronica, what's wrong?" I make her look at me. "Tell me," I beg.

She shakes her head, her bottom lip quivering as she drops her face into her hands. Her shoulders shake and she starts sobbing.

What's happening? I have no idea, but I feel the need to comfort her.

I sigh and pull her close to me, laying back down with her on top of me. Dirty thoughts are gone and I'm just filled with the need to hold her.

She rests her head against my chest and I trail my finger down her bare lower back, wondering how everything suddenly changed tracks.

"It's okay, Veronica," I whisper and kiss the top of her brown head.

I hold her close to me and just start singing under my breath. Whatever the reason she just started crying, I'm determined to find out.

But for now, I'll be content with just holding her.

It feels somehow more intimate than I imagine sex ever could.