Heartbreak Girl

Chapter 5

Charlotte’s POV

How could he do this to me?! I trusted him after last time; I really thought things were different.

God, Harry could not have come at a better time. This is why I need him. For things like this. I always seem to attractive the assholes. And he’s always here to make it better.

 After I finally stop crying hard enough, I notice we’re walking into an apartment building I don’t recognize. We walk up the stairs and once we arrive at a door he sets me down.

He opens the door and grabs my hand and pulls me inside. We walk over to his couch and sit down. I continue crying for another couple minutes with my head on his chest. I realize I’ve completely soaked through it. I also notice multiple black tattoos showing through.

  “Harry? What are these?” I ask pointing to his several tattoos.

“Well if that’s what makes you stop crying.” He laughs and smiles taking off his shirt.

Damn. Harry sure has changed in these last two years. His arms and chest were spattered with tattoos. I went to touch them and he flinched.

“Sorry…” I apologize putting my hands back in my lap.

He looks at me with his bright green eyes, such seriousness behind them. He reaches for my hands and presses them against his chest, never breaking eye contact. I begin to run my hands along the different designs and words, tracing every one. I finally reach the one we got together. I run my fingers gently across it. His stomach tightens and he hitches his breath. ‘Might as well’ it reads. Not really thinking, I push my lips against Harry’s. Might as well…

He welcomed my kiss and put his hands in my hair, sexily pulling it, making me moan into his mouth. He kissed me so fiercely, like it was his goddamned job. And he was good at it. I sucked on his tongue and I moved to straddle him. I gently nibbled on his bottom lip.

 “Char…” He moaned and gripped my thighs, sliding his hands underneath my dress. I let out a breath of arousal into his neck and he reached to unzip my dress. Sliding the dress over my head, I could see the hunger in his eyes. He needed me.

 I’m left in my black lace bra and thong. I reach to unzip his jeans and slide them off his hips and quickly throw them aside. Under his black boxer briefs I can tell he is hard and ready. Leaning into him, I kiss his neck and chest, rocking my hips against his. He brings his hands against my bare back and runs his nails down my shoulders, the intensity bringing him to the edge. He undoes my bra and my breasts spill out in front of him. He brings his lips to my chest and kisses them, sucking lightly. I put my hands in his dark curls and pull, reveling in his sweet caress. I needed him now.

Reaching for his underwear band, I slide them off and throw them to the ground. His breathing increases as his hands play with my panties. He runs his fingers along my panty line, gently tracing his fingers along the lace, making me squirm with pleasure. All of a sudden I hear a rip and my thong is completely torn to shreds. We are now completely naked in each other’s arms. I run my hands up his thighs and chest, leaning in to kiss is neck.

 I gently lift myself on top of his erection and he immediately lifts his hips to help him in. I sucked in my breath, feeling immense pleasure. I gripped his curls again and continued rocking my hips against his, feeling my body grow with pleasure. He grips my hips and rocks with me, digging his nails into my skin. Tightening his grip he moans and throws his head back. Seeing that, I feel the end is near. I moan and fall apart, falling against Harry’s chest.