Rewind (Mature H.S)

Next Day

"I have to go into the country club to check on a few things. You're alright on your own?" my dad asks as I make myself breakfast.

"Better alone anyways," I say, his sigh heard. I can tell he's trying but I'm still irritated at him, always trying to make things right when he was the one that ruined everything in the first place.

"Be home soon," he says, my head nodding. I take the bagel out of the toaster and start to spread cream cheese onto it, my hand tossing the butter knife in the sink. I move to sit on the counter and I go on my phone, but am rudely interrupted by the knocking on the front door.

I jump off the counter and walk over, my hand opening the door. "Go out with me," Harry rushes, my eyebrow lifting.

"Hello to you too, Tarzan," I say, rolling my eyes and walking back to the kitchen on the assumption he'll follow me.

"Claire, go on a date with me," he says, my eyes narrowing.

"Why would I do that?" I ask, his hands grabbing my waist. I look up at him and slowly bite my bagel, teasing him to no end.

"Because last night is the beginning of our relationship and I will not let us end it at that," he says, my eyes rolling.

"I'm not going on a date with you," I say, but he pulls me closer.

"Please," he says, my head shaking as I continue to eat my bagel.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to eat my breakfast," I say, pulling away from him. He watches and I sit back on the counter, but I don't expect him to part my legs and forcefully stand between them.

"I didn't get to kiss you last night," he says, my smirk showing through.

"Maybe because you talk to much," I say, lifting an eyebrow at him. He's trying too hard and I'm playing him because of how easy it is.

"Stop it. You're playing hard to get and I want you," he says, my hand pushing against his chest.

"I don't like dating," I say, his hands holding my thighs.

"Claire, one date. I want to know you more," he says, my eyes rolling. He tugs me closer and leans his head into my neck. He kisses over my skin and I close my eyes, letting the feeling run through my body.

"You react to me the same way I react to you," he whispers, his lips brushing my skin.

"I haven't fucked in a while so..." I trail,  turning my head to face him. His nose brushes mine and I feel him wrap his arms around me, my body so close to his.

"I wanted you to stay last night," he says, kissing down my jaw. He's clearly not trying to test limits and I find it so attractive, pleased at how he's respecting me. I've never had a man kiss me so gently before and I don't know if I like it or not.

"I want to go all the way. Feel you and fuck you like no one ever has. I want to, still, and I want to taste you, make you writhe beneath me until you beg for more," he whisper, my body shivering. He's smooth on his words and I would have never expected it.

"You want to go all night, but what does all day long sound like to you?" he whispers, biting my earlobe.

"If you are telling me you want to fuck all day today, you're out of your damn mind," I say, but his eyes lock with mine and his nose brushes mine. He looks at me, soft eyes burning into mine, and I can feel want filling me up.

"This damn mind can't get you out of it," he whispers, hot breath puffed onto my lips.

"I won't let you fuck me. Not until you prove yourself," I say, his head shaking. Our lips are an inch apart and I desperately hope he doesn't lean forward to kiss me. I don't want to feel his kiss, the danger too evident with it.

"I will happily prove to you," he whispers, my eyes watching him move his arm. I feel his hand trail to my shorts and I'm taken by surprise as he cups my heat. A gasp leaves my lips and he slowly moves his finger against me.

"Don't," I say, but he shakes his head.

"You are wet, Claire Bear. I wonder why?" he smirks, my eyebrow lifting. Two can play at this game. I reach down and cup his arousal. His eyes widen and I move my hands up, pushing him away from me so I can jump from the counter. But he stops me, lifting me instead and throwing me over his shoulder. I hit his back, irritated.

"Fuck you, Harry," I groan, his arms moving me. I'm laid on the bed in my room and he shuts the door, climbing on top of me.

"No, Claire Bear, I want to fuck you," he says, his hands grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head.

"I won't finish with you," I say, his eyes staring into mine.

"Damn right you will," he says, my eyebrow lifting. He uses his hand to hold both my wrists and he moves the other down to my shorts, my legs parting for him. He runs his long fingers into my panties and feels my arousal, his eyes darkening and lust running through both of us.

"If you're so confident, why are you just watching?" I tease, his head leaning down.

"Because I'm getting you ready," he whispers, kissing my weak spot on my neck.

He moves his hands to my shorts and pulls my panties down with it, his head moving down. I'm not prepared for this, and when he kisses my folds, I begin to unravel. His lips move expertly, his hands gripping my hips and I lose my breath.

He's way better than I had ever expected.

"So good, Claire," he whispers, sucking my clit before entering his finger into my opening. I grab his hand and he holds it, letting me squeeze as I feel the pleasure course through me.

"Fuck me," I groan, his tongue move so fast. I start to see stars, taking him for granted for he's making me come faster than anyone else.

"Shit," I groan, coming undone under his tongue. It was perfect, unlike any orgasm I've ever had. He slowly lets go of my hand and moves up, his body lying between my legs. I grab his cheeks as he leans his head into my neck, kissing my skin.

"You're so good," he whispers, my hands keeping his face away from mine so he doesn't kiss me.

But he keeps kissing my neck, my eyes closing at how good it feels. "I want to have you, Claire Bear."

"No," I say, his head lifting. I roll out from beneath him and dress my lower half, his eyes watching me.

"Claire, I want to be with you. Can't you see that?" he asks, my body turning around.

"I can, but I don't want you like that. I'm not a girlfriend," I say, his hand grabbing mine.

"Then...friends with benefits," he says, my eyebrows frowning. He sits on the edge of my bed and our height is nearly leveled, his hands reaching up. He grabs my cheeks and I look down at him, his green eyes so soft.

"I want you. That's all I ask," he says, my eyes looking down. He takes my head and slowly brings it down, my eyes widening. But he kisses my forehead.

"Because I'm all yours."

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