Virgin Mary

Confessional

“Okay kiddos! I’m just going to dart out and pick up Gem!” Anne shut the door quickly after and Harry sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.

In an instant he pounced on me.

“We have like, twenty minutes.” Harry panted as soon as he flipped me underneath of him on the couch.

“Harry!” I squealed squirming underneath him.

“Couldn’t wait for her to leave, holy shit.” He nipped at my earlobe twice and I relaxed my body instantly.

We made out on the couch, but Harry was eager to continue this some place with more room. He slotted himself between my legs before guiding my legs around his hips. “Let’s get you in my bed.” He whispered and I tightened my arms around his neck so he could lift me up. My lips met with the soft skin of his neck as I nipped a mark into it.

“Stop.” He chuckled stilling our ascent up the stairs.

“Why baby?” I teased nipping the purpling spot just to spite him. He groaned and I laughed lightheartedly, continuing to flick my tongue over the mark I was leaving.

A hand disappeared from the support on my arse and gripped the banister. “I’m going to fucking come in my trousers if I don’t get you naked.” He said looking my dead in the eye.

All the playfulness disappeared and our lips met hurriedly.

“Fuck, fuck.” Harry pulled away so he could jog us up the stairs.

He tossed me onto the bed and made quick work to undo his belt. I giggled as I tugged off my shirt. It proved to be harder than I thought with all of the buttons. Harry was grunting as he undressed himself to his boxer briefs and I lay in just my undergarments.

“Condom.” I instructed as he made his way towards me.

He nodded to himself and I slipped out of my underwear. He checked his bedside table, where they always were and cursed. I watched as he bent at the knees and checked the larger bottom drawer.

Forcing myself to sit up on my forearms, I watched as he cursed and stumbled around the room. His room was unusually messy for how clean he kept it and how little he stayed in his childhood bedroom.

“Fuck, I can’t fucking find them!” Harry cursed tugging before slamming his sock drawer.

“Did you check your wallet?” I asked and he shook his head.

“We used that one in the car.” He noted and I blushed at the memory.

On the way here, he had pulled over and let me ride him in the spacious drivers’ seat.

“Fuck.” He grabbed his obscenely tight trousers and pulled them back on.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he hopped into them to fit them up.

“Going to the market.”

“The market?” He grabbed his shirt and yanked it down his head.

“We need condoms, so I’m going to get condoms.”

“What if someone sees you?” I panicked over the small town and he shrugged. “Fine, then I’ll come with you.” I rolled my eyes and hiked up my underwear from around my ankles. He tossed me a pair of his joggers and I jogged down the stairs behind him in only my bra until I found my bomber jacket by the railing.

I slipped into it and he rubbed his hand over the bulge in his jeans before opening the door and braving the cold weather.

It was an impatient drive to the supermarket with Harry ranting about how much the world hated him.