Secrets (On hold)

Chapter Seventeen

*Harry’s POV*

I shut the door behind me and my lips immediately find Lauren’s. We stumble against a wall and I start to kiss down her neck, running my hand up her thigh and lifting it to hook around my waist.

“We’ll have to be quick before anyone notices…” Lauren tells me breathlessly as her fingers grip the back of my neck.

“I know.” I murmur against her neck, and then bring my lips back to hers. I reach my arms around her back and find the zipper to take off her dress. I start to unzip and I feel her freeze in my arms.

“Leave it on.” She murmurs, pulling my arms away from behind her back and reaching up to pull my lips back to hers.

“Why?” I pull away confused. I want her out of this dress. Not that she doesn’t look sexy, I just want her naked.

“It will take too long…” She says, avoiding my eyes. I consider bothering her more but she unwraps her leg from around my waist and sticks her fingers into the top of my pants, yanking me closer to her.

She bats her eyelashes at me, and I swear I get even harder, if that’s possible.  Our lips smash together and I place both my hands to cup her face. I feel her start undoing my belt and unzipping my pants. Lauren pulls down my pants once she has them undone and palms me through my boxers. I moan, pressing my buldge against her hips, irritated that I can’t get the closeness I want because her damn dress is still on. 

She pulls her lips away from me and before I know it, she’s pulling down my boxers and taking me in her hands.

“Fuck. Lauren…” I curse through my teeth as she starts to pump, leaning forward and kissing my neck.

“Let me help you baby.” Lauren purrs, dropping to her knees in front of me.

“Christ…” I look down and watch as she makes eye contact with me while she takes me in her mouth.

I throw my head back, moaning loudly from the pleasure. I place my hands against the wall in front of me and try to hold myself steady.

I look down at her, and somewhere in my clouded thoughts know that this isn’t what I want.  We don’t have time for foreplay.

“Lauren…” My voice is rough and her eyes flicker up to mine, she doesn’t stop though. I almost come undone just from the image. “I… Stop.” I can’t figure out what to say so I just bluntly tell her.

She gives me a confused look, then stands up.  “What’s wrong?”

“We don’t have enough time for fore…” I start to say and her lips cut me off, I don’t need to finish my sentence for her to get the hint.

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“We shouldn’t have done this…” Lauren mutters, her hands running through my hair trying to return it to a semi presentable state as I tuck my dress shirt into my pants.

“It’s fine.” I tell her for the hundredth time. “I don’t think anyone will notice.”  I bend over and pick up my jacket off the floor, then shrug it on.

“Oh my god. Harry we shouldn’t have done this. Nana will notice for sure…” Lauren’s eyes are wide and her cheeks are still flushed. “Nana is going to know what we were up to Harry, I know it!”

“You really know how to kill the mood don’t you?” I roll my eyes at her and reach for the door knob, opening it.

“Wait!” Lauren grabs my wrist and I turn to look at her. “Is my hair messed up?”  Her hands fly up to her hair, searching for any piece that’s out of place.