"By the way, what he say? He could tell I ain't missin' no meals..." You continue to sing along and dance in the passenger seat of Harry's very nice car as he drives through sunny Chicago , the addictive song making you feel particularly naughty. You had jumped at the chance to accompany him on a few errands, excited to be doing even the most mundane things with him now that he had a break from constant touring. It was also an opportunity to showcase your full, round ass in front of him in your new short shorts.
Harry loved every inch of you, a fact that he made a point to convince you of and made you giddy just to think about, but it was very early in your relationship with him that you found that he had a small obsession with your ass. After going through years of growing your ass got bigger , it was very nice and empowering to be with someone who couldn't keep his hands off of it. He had already manhandled you as much as he could once you pulled the casual dress on fresh out of the shower, and you were determined to milk it for all it's worth.
"My anaconda don't! My anaconda DON'T!" Harry glances over at you from under his sunglasses, smirking.
"This is the last time I let you have the aux cord" You grin and lean over to kiss his cheek and that defined jawline, trailing your lips to his ear.
"This dude named Michael, used to drive motorcycles." You flick the motorcycle key on his keychain dangling from the ignition and feel his cheeks stretch as he smiles. "Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talkin' 'bout Eiffels." The smile drops from his face when your hand settles firmly over his groin. You let your tongue graze his earlobe at the same time that you squeeze the lovely bulge in your hand, and you cackle as you fall back into your seat after being jerked forward by his hard brake at the light.
"That's not very nice..." he drawls, one eyebrow quirking at you over his shades. His voice has dropped a little, into that husky register you recognize from when he's turned on, and your pride swells.
"Aww, but you love me," you coo, leaning over and kisses him again. He turns towards you and welcomes your kiss this time, grunting softly when you nibble on his bottom lip. "And you loooove this fat ass." You wiggle in your seat and Harry chuckles and shakes his head as he pulls into the parking lot of a food store that carries some of his favorite snacks, with you dancing as provocatively as possible while strapped into your seat.
"You're certainly feeling frisky today." He parks and exits the car, waiting for you to come around and meet him and he puts an arm around your waist when you do. He kisses you fully right there against the trunk of the car, his hand settling at the very bottom of your back, and your heart flutters.
"Are you complaining?" You reach up and brush some hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. You had managed to convince him to ditch the hat today and the way his hair falls into his face and blows in the breeze makes you very happy.
"Mm, no," he kisses you again, deceptively chaste as his hand slides south and cups one cheek firmly. "How can I complain about this dress ?"
"You can't." You grab his hand and slip out from between his body and the car, pulling him towards the store. He trails behind you and you can practically feel his eyes burning into the sway of your ass as you walk.
Your antics don't stop once you enter the store, and in fact get worse. You continue to hum the beat of the infectious song, bopping along next to Harry and purposely shaking your butt at him.
Harry is used to you occasionally acting like an idiot in public, and usually his goofy self joins in with you, but despite the amusement in his eyes, you can see the tightening in his jaw and more than once you catch him discreetly adjusting himself in his pants. You're just grateful that the store is fairly deserted.
"He tossed my salad like his name Romaine," you chant as you follow him down the aisle that's home to a large array of salad dressings and other toppings, batting your eyelashes innocently at him when he rolls his eyes at you. "Which one do you want?" You glance back at him over his shoulder from your place in front of the shelves. Harry makes a good bid to make it look like he wasn't just staring at your ass the whole time, but you don't miss the way his eyes quickly jump up to your eye level, or the freshly bitten look of his bottom lip. You smirk.
"I like Italian. That bottle down there, with the red cap." He leans on one elbow against the cart, watching you patiently and almost expectantly, and you can tell what he's up to. You give him what he subtly asked for, bending down far and making sure to raise your hips as you pretend to examine the bottles.
"This one?" You give him another coy, teasing glance from over your shoulder, and this time Harry doesn't even try to remove his gaze from the excellent view you're supplying him of your ass. Eyes dark and intent, he doesn't respond right away, and you lean back over to point at a bottle that's even lower, swaying your hips from side to side. "Or this one- ah!" The sharp smack to your ass startles you, and you straighten up quickly. You move to turn and face him but his body boxes you in against the shelves, and immediately you feel a hot rush of arousal flood through your stomach and settle between your legs when his warm, solid body presses against yours.
"You're such a little tease," he rasps against your ear, sounding frustrated and aroused and just a little bit whiny, his stiffening cock pressed right up against the object of his torture. One large hand grips your hip. "You know how much I love your ass." You lean your head back against his shoulder and push yourself back against him, smiling as his fingers tighten on you.
"Are you telling me it's real?" Harry huffs but buries his face in your shoulder, his groan muffled by your hair when you grind your hips in swirling circles reminiscent of when you're riding him.
"Yes..." You grin wider.
"And that you love my sex appeal?" You continue to grind on him and he just barely stops himself from bucking against you.
"Fuck...yes."
"You want something you can grab?" You take his hand and push it between the two of you, and his response is your answer, rubbing his wide palm over the spot he had slapped earlier and getting himself a handful to squeeze. You grant him a little moan, pressing your ass back into his hand. "Then take me home."
You're pretty sure Harry hadn't even gotten half of what he meant to buy at the shop, but he still rushes the two of you through checkout and out the door. You take advantage of his penchant for your bum one more time as you lean over to load bags into the trunk, singing 'oh my gosh, look at her butt' and dancing enough to make your ass shake right in his face. You're still laughing at his nearly bright red cheeks when he's peeling out of parking lot towards home. At every stoplight he leans over the console to kiss you senseless, hands leaving the wheel to feel any part of you he can and only stopping when he's being honked at.
The groceries are left unattended to on the floor in the foyer when Harry pulls you up against him and reaches around to cup your ass with both hands, squeezing tightly and making you yelp.
"You drive me fucking insane." You mean to say something witty and teasing back to him, but he steals your chance, his hot, full mouth descending on yours with a vengeance. Your back hits the wall and you bury your fingers in that thick, luscious hair as you give back as good as you get, your libido just as affected by your little game as his was. You push his button up shirt off his shoulders and he tosses it away, breaking from you long enough to do away with the black shirt as well. His tongue slides deftly past your lips and he tastes your mouth, making you moan and pull him harder against you, needing more, needing him closer.
Your dress is quick to join his on the floor and soon his hands are cupping and massaging your breasts through the thin, lace cups of your bra, and you're holding his head against your neck as he sucks at the skin.
"Harry...oh, fuck."
"Now look who's whining?" He taunts, plump, damp lips quirked in a smirk and eyes dark and full of lust as he unclasps your bra. You wrap your arms around his neck and hang on him, kissing along his jawline and his neck, moaning his name when he squeezes your ass again and crashes your hips together.
"Just fuck me," you whimper as he lifts your leg around his hip and grinds against your center. "Don't you want to, baby? You wanna fuck me from behind and watch my ass bounce on your cock?" Your words have the intended outcome; Harry all but growls and drags you to the nearest surface that's suitable for the strenuous activities you're about to partake in, which happens to be a long, cushy couch. Stopping in front of it, he turns you around and undoes the button on your dress and yanks them down your legs, leaving you in only a black thong. He groans at the sight of your backside and gives you a few light but resounding spanks, and drops to his knees behind you, instructing you to lean over. You obey, pushing your hands into the couch cushions as Harry's lips leave a scatter of wet, open mouthed kisses over your cheeks.
He kisses and nuzzles you until you're close to begging him to do something, and then he's carefully peeling your now wet panties off you. He encourages you to spread your legs wider, then cups you with both hands and opens you up to him. The first kiss to your clit is enough to make you whimper, and when his tongue slides, hot and slippery, through your folds, you drop your head down into the cushions and moan loudly. Harry's hands keep your hips still as he eats you out with practiced movements, and you can't roll your hips back against his face like you're itching to. His hair tickles your ass and the sensitive backs of your thighs as he wiggles his face in deeper and presses you back to get better access to you, his lips making your legs shake with his sucking kisses to your clit. One hand leaves your body momentarily only to come down hard on your ass, leaving a pink, hand shaped mark and making you gasp.
"Harry, oh my God..."
"You taste so damn good, kitten," he mumbles roughly against you, his hand slipping between your legs to rub you while his mouth is preoccupied with leaving spine tingling love bites along the crease where your ass meets your thigh. Fingers still stroking your clit, Harry laps at your entrance and slurps down your sweet wetness. "Even when you've been teasing me all day I can't get enough." Your toes curl against the carpet, your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth falling open in wracking pleasure while he presses his tongue inside you, licking you open and sucking at your folds and rubbing delicious circles around your clit. You chant his name, your body rocking back against his face and you're so close-
"Harry?! What the fuck?" You burst out when his mouth leaves you suddenly, breathing hard and a little dazed as you try to glance back at him.
"Hush." His hand collides with your ass one more time, firmly enough to make you cry out. With his hands he guides you to put your shaking legs on the couch and you kneel onto it, knees digging into the cushions and hands gripping the back of it tightly. You hear the sound of his belt buckle and his zipper, and your breathing ramps up even more in anticipation. When his hands rub you from the backs of your shoulders to your reddened ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh until you're moaning, you look back and see him nude and ready for you. "You have the best arse I've ever seen."
"Harry. Please." You arch your back to push your ass further up and out, swaying your hips in a blatant and wanton invitation. Eyes glued to your backside, Harry steps up closer and you moan at the first brush of his blunt cockhead against you. He's hard and thick and hot when he rests himself along the crest of your ass and rocks his hips to slide his cock back and forth along you. Your mouth falls open in a long, keening moan, your hips pushing back on him in desperate need of friction to ease the throbbing between your trembling legs. Harry grips himself at the base and then it's just the flushed and leaking tip that he drags against you, from the very bottom of your slit up to the tight hole that so far hasn't been involved in your sexcapades. The wet, pulsing glide of his cock against it is enough to make your nails dig into the back of the couch though, and you're positive you can feel yourself dripping down your thigh. "Please..." It seems to be the only thing you've remembered how to say, and you must have said it with such need that he took pity on you, because at last he lines himself up and pushes forward.
As wet and ready for him as you are, the stretch to fit around his considerable width isn't accompanied by the slight burning and strain that you often feel when he fills you up abruptly. Instead, there's only a sweet throb that makes you moan and press your face into the pillows. He rubs against all the sensitive spots inside you and reaches so deep that sometimes you could swear you feel him in your stomach, and the fast, pounding pace that he quickly builds is enough to turn you into a writhing mess.
"This is what you wanted, right, baby?" Harry asks you, accompanying the question with another slap that has your ass bouncing against him. "Huh?" You nod emphatically, doing your best to roll your hips back onto him in time with his thrusts.
"Yes, baby, that's it...so good, so fucking good, Harry-" Your voice cuts off in a loud whimper when he slides his hand around and presses his fingers to your clit.
"That's right, mm, push back on it," he encourages you as your hips grind back harder with the added stimulation. It's only a matter of a minute or so at that point, with Harry fucking you ragged from behind and fully abusing your swollen clit from the front, you don't stand much of a chance. With increasingly louder calls of his name, your orgasm bursts through you, causing you to convulse and your inner walls to contract and pulse around Harry. He lets out a loud groan, his hips stuttering as he pushes himself into you to the hilt and continues to rub you through the weakening waves of your climax. Panting against the back of the couch, you try to keep rocking your limp body back on his cock as he chases his own orgasm, and after several more hard, driving thrusts, you feel him tense and hear his breath catch. Just as the first hot rush of cum spills from him, he pulls out of you and finishes on your ass, letting out a deep and satisfied groan. By the time he's leaning heavily over you and breathing hot, heavy air onto your back, his cum is leaking from you and your ass is painted with it.
Harry grunts as he finally manages to push himself up into a standing position, shuffling around until he's found a box of tissues on a side table. He cleans you off, all the while leaving soft and adoring kisses over your back. Too relaxed and fucked out to pull yourselves up the stairs to your bedroom, you recline right there on the couch, Harry lying back and you stretched over him as contentedly as a cat. As the sweat cools on your bodies, his fingers drag soothingly up and down your back as you press sweet kisses along his collarbone. He lets loose a giant yawn as you pull the blanket that was draped over a nearby chair over the both of you, and you can't help giggling to yourself.
"What?" he asks, arms locking around you as his eyes drift sleepily shut. Grinning, you raise your mouth closer to his ear.
"Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he's callin' me Nyquil."
Harry's eyes pop open and the only thing that drowns out his exasperated groan is your nearly hysterical laughter.
