Chapter 7
*HARRY’S P.O.V*
“You weren’t gone for that long. What did you have to do that was so important?”
I took a mouthful of my beer as Oscar quizzed me about my previous departure; he knew I wouldn’t answer him, so I don’t know what the point of asking was.
“Alright, bro, don’t answer. At least shout me another shot will ya’”
His breath smelled of alcohol and I could tell he was far too intoxicated for anymore. I leaned away from him, shaking my head as I got off the bar stool. I should tell him that he shouldn’t have another; instead, I planted money on the counter and began walking away.
I squeezed all the way through the tense dance floor, where grubby women were thrusting their behinds against me trying hard to grab my concentration. I was used to it, I knew I wasn’t unattractive, but because of that I only went for what I deserved, and more often than not that was a sexy slut, that would do everything to get into my pants. Not girls like Aaliyah, goody-two-shoes who stuck her nose into her school books all day and didn’t go for guys like me. So why was I doing this to her?
I thought of our previous chat, the warning I made about telling Aaron and how it could have affected her. The look on her face said it all, all the colour and blush of her cheeks gone, leaving fret marks on her forehead. She arched her head as she walked towards her house, giving me one last look of grief before she closed the front door. Why the fuck was I feeling this way?
I exited the pub, smashing my beer bottle onto the cement as I stomped towards my car, not distressing over the frightened onlookers who backed away from me right away. I turned on the radio as I drove towards my destination, the only decent thing to listen to was a tacky love song that made me angrier than I already was. I turned off the radio, stepping down on the accelerator as I sped down the roads, hearing honks and yells coming from the cars around me.
I had one purpose. I was going to go to Aaliyah’s home, apologise, and never talk to her again. With any luck I would be able to refuse to give in to the sight of her, just thinking of her made me want to invade my tongue into her mouth. I struggled to shake the thoughts out of my head, but I couldn’t help but picture her neck under my lips. Ok, new aim. I was going to Aaliyah’s residence, apologising, then we’d have sex one more time, then I’d never speak to her again- hopefully.
As I drove into her street, I noticed her walking towards a park near her dwelling. I parked my car next to the park, she noticed me instantaneously, stopping in her tracks. As I approached her, I could see the gaze of concern in her eyes; she very much wanted all this to finish. I looked around, checking if anyone was around, mostly to see if she was with Aaron.
“Harry, what are you-“
Before she could conclude her sentence, I lifted her off the floor, her light mass making it simple to take her bridal style towards the playing equipment in the centre of the park. I sat down on the swing, sitting Aaliyah on my lap as she straddled me. I was surprised when she made the first move, grabbing my face between her hands as she connected my lips with hers, her tongue pleading for entry before I finally let it manipulate mine.
She moaned into my mouth as I grabbed onto her back side, squeezing roughly as I pressed her forward onto my rising erection. She ceased the kiss, getting off me to stand up and pull down her pants. I licked my lips as she approached me semi bare, the look on her face full of want and desire. She was so fucking hot.
“Stand up.” She ordered.
I obeyed, standing while taking my bottom lip under my teeth, smirking as I saw how effortlessly that turned her on. She walked towards me, grabbing my zipper and pulling it down, along with my pants. She breathed in deeply at the view of my cock; I was a pretty large boy.
“Sit back down.”
I sat on the swing, waiting for her next move. And with that, she straddled me once again, her legs on either side of me as she slid down onto my cock. I threw my head back, making it simple for her to access my neck as she bounced up and down on my dick. She was so damp, making it effortless for her to get me in and out of her. The swing began to move back and forth faintly at the pace of her jumping.
“Don’t stop.” I pleaded; my tone croaky and bottomless.
And she didn’t, her moves never sloppy as she continued riding me, my centre becoming fiery as I neared my finish.
“Don’t stop, keep riding that cock. Fuck, fuck, yes!”
And that’s when it hit me, I wasn’t wearing a condom.
“You can cum in me, I use birth control.” It was as if she knew what I was thinking, her words coming out in a groan as she spoke. And with that, I found my release.
She got off me right away, pulling up her pants and sitting on the soil in front of me.
“Was that good?” she asked innocently as I put my pants back on also.
I nodded, dissatisfied that it would be the last time I feel such a gorgeous girl.
“Aaliyah, I’m sorry for threatening you. I won’t tell Aaron anything, and this was the last time. I was going to your house to tell you that but I found you here.”
She stood up, immediately embracing me in a hug and planting kisses on my cheek. I guess she was content with what I had to say, and I guess this would be the last time I spoke to her. Fuck.
