Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Ten

Sexual Content

Part Ten

"Beth," he whispers, pressing his lower body on mine and his hard-on rubs against my thigh. I turn my head to look at him and he looks into my eyes.

"I need you," he pants, kissing me and holding me tightly to him.

I feel his hand brush my lower stomach and I look down, pulling away from the kiss and seeing his motions. I watch in awe as to how he comes undone, his hand palming himself to relieve his hard shaft.

"Mmm, Beth," he groans. I lay motionless, not knowing what to do, but I know I want to help. He lifts me up and I sit on his lap, his hand working on himself while the other rests between my shoulder blades.

"What can I do?" I whisper, his lips kissing my neck. I feel his hand grab mine and pull it down, letting me feel his hard shaft through his black boxers. A strangled moan escapes his lips, directly placing a kiss to my jaw after. I start to rub, attempting to repeat his actions, and continuous moans leave his lips.

"Harder."

His throaty moans echo through the room as I sit almost completely exposed on him. My gentle palm applies a bit more pressure to his dominant bulge, trying to release his arousal. My opposite hand rests on the back of his neck, holding onto him and keeping his head facing me. I keep my eyes on him and he opens his, never leaving my gaze.

"Faster baby."

I do so, all my actions moving with care in hopes of not hurting him. I bite my lower lip in concentration, but he soon speaks up.

"God, you look so fucking hot when you do that," he moans, keeping his hands on me.

"Hard baby, go hard on me."

His hands move, one on the small of my back and the other tangled in my hair. His touch creates a feeling of passion, sending my body into a hot mess in his arms. I rub on him, but deciding to try something else. I carefully start to move my hips against him, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head. I keep my eyes on him and my other hand rubs his crotch continually.

"Fuck baby. Keep going," he pants, eyes locking on mine. He presses his lips on mine and softly moves his lips against mine.

I can feel my stomach heating as he pulls away and closes his eyes. His lips part and his hand moves to mine, palming himself with my hand under his. He presses hard against my hand and we work together to help him release. My hand holds his head up and he kisses me hard, his moans getting muffled into our kiss.

"Harry," I whisper, trailing my lips down his neck and sucking on his glistening collarbones. His head leans on mine and he starts to pant, signaling he was reaching his high. I open my eyes and he pulls me all the way into his body, my chest pressed to his and our hands down between his legs.

"I'm almost there baby, fuck, harder," he moans in my ear. His fingertips press into my waist and his other pounds into mine, creating hard brushes to his softening shaft. He cups my hand in his and moves it quickly around him. His head starts to lean back, but I pull it up, looking into his light orbs as he goes into a state of euphoria.

I have never seen anyone so beautiful when it comes to a boy. He looks vulnerable right now, not really seen before, other than the night I called him after our first date. My eyes watch his close, deep moans coming from his lips, and his body starts to give out. I feel a warmth on my hand and his uncovers mine. I bring my hand off his soft shaft and look at him. His angelic features relaxed, his eyes remaining closed and lips parted.