At the End of the Day...

Chapter 22

"I'll see you at dinner?" Lottie asks me once we get to the outside of mine and Harry's suite. We've both managed to attain several bags of clothes, jewellery, and other bits and pieces. I had completely forgotten about dinner tonight. 

"Ok, see you soon! Thanks for today," I shyly reply, almost dropping one of my bags.

"No worries! I had a fabulous time. We should do it again soon?"

"For sure," I wave goodbye as best I can without dropping my bags, then I open the door to the suite. Harry is sitting on the couch on his phone, but looks up at me straight away with a surprised smile.

"Looks like you had fun." He smirks and comes over to grab a few of the bags and put them onto the bench. "Lucky you're back, we have dinner in a couple of hours and I didn't know how long it would take you to get ready? It's kind of a dressy dinner...but I'm sure you know what you're doing..." He looks away, suddenly appearing embarrassed - his face a light shade of pink.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, completely unaware.

"Your top...it's kind of...fallen down. I don't want to look at it, it's kind of turning me on," he looks at my chest again and so do I. Sure enough, my top has fallen down on one side and is revealing practically my full right boob. Oops. 

Then I realise what he just said. "It's turning you on?" I ask him sultrily, dropping the remaining bags on the floor with a thud, suddenly not caring what fragile objects lay inside. I walk towards Harry slowly, with my top still down, and he steps backwards.

"Yes, it is. Don't you want to get ready? We don't have that much time..." He's slightly giggling now, but I don't know why he's hesitating so much. 

"This won't take long," I chuckle and push him onto the couch sitting just behind him. I straddle him and begin unbuttoning his navy and white striped shirt. God, he looks so hot in it, but I can't wait to see all his tattoos.

"Well, I'm not going to say no to that," He laughs darkly, watching my every move. He suddenly pulls my top all the way down and takes my breasts in his hands, squeezing them, allowing a moan to fall out of my mouth. I lean in to kiss him, and his mouth immediately opens to touch his tongue with mine. Once again I feel electricity - kissing Harry will never get old. Ever. As he begins kissing against my neck and collarbones, I unzip his extra tight jeans. I love how he continues to wear his trademark black jeans even though we are in a hot, tropical place. Typical. 

His erection is stiff against the thin material, and I pull it out, not wanting to waste time. Still kissing my upper body, Harry's hands trail up my legs and under my flowy skirt. He traces his fingers over my now wet heat, and I let out another moan.

"You like that?" He whispers, almost moaning as I nod my head. He pulls my underwear to one side with my skirt still on, and I lift my body up to line it up with his throbbing member. Suddenly, he stops.

"Wait, I need to get a condom," he says, about to lift me off him.

"No, it's ok, I'm started going on the pill a couple of weeks ago... I forgot to let you know," I tell him, and his eyes light up, but then turn cautious.

"Are you sure?" He asks me, but I don't answer, I just slip myself around him, and he groans angelically. I begin moving up and down, my eyes never leaving his. "I can actually feel you properly...you're so-tight-baby-" He has had enough, so he grabs me on either side of my waist and starts thrusting me up and down with much more power than before. This causes us to both let out loud moans. He continues moving me up and down and I let my head fall back in bliss.

That's when I notice the shocked yet humor-filled eyes of none other than Louis.

"Fuck!"Louis and I both say at the same time, but Harry doesn't seem to notice as I feel him reach his climax. Oh my god. Harry just came while Louis was in the room. Shit. If that isn't fucked up, I don't know what is.