Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Thirty-Three

Sexual Content

Part Thirty-Three

"Wrap your hand around the bottom," he whispers, his newly exposed length on show. His hand grabs mine and places it on the base, my other hand holding his as I kneel in front of his sitting body on the bed. His hand guides mine up and down, pumping the hardened length.

"Harder Beth. It's okay." I add a little more pressure than before and Harry starts to brush my hair back. My fingers rub the throbbing skin, my thumb circling the tip and over the slit, a deep moan escaping Harry's lips.

"Kiss it, baby." I look up and he nods, letting me know it's okay. I bring my lips to his tip and kiss the small slit, softly running my tongue along it. A curse is echoed in the room, Harry's word in response to my actions, my pumping continuing as I place small pecks around his tip, not wanting to hurt him.

I gently move my mouth to wrap the top of his length, moving my mouth around. My teeth accidently run along his skin and I pop my head off at the sound of Harry's cry.

"No teeth baby," he smiles and kisses the top of my head, my innocence on show. I nod and place another kiss to his tip. I resume my previous actions, my teeth absent on his skin. I start to lick hot strips on his length, moans echoing the room and Harry's voice telling me to keep going. I continue pumping, the length in my hand gradually softening with my actions.

Harry pulls my hair and I start to move my head around his tip, bobbing my head up and down, gagging the first few times but getting used to it. Each time I get farther on his length and Harry swears repeatedly when I am able to get almost to the bottom.

"Oh fuck, Beth, I'm c-close."

I continue moving my hand, his length twitching in my mouth and a warm liquid hitting the back of my throat. I back away and Harry continues to move, his own hand replacing mine and pumping, his length ejaculating onto my bare chest. Harry stops his actions, a limp length on his leg. He moves his boxers back up his legs and brings me on top of him.

Two fingers move around my chest and lift some of his come onto his fingers, bringing them to my lips. He instructs me to suck and I do so, feeling his liquid covered fingers on my tongue. The come is salty, warm and it slightly stings my throat.

"Good girl," he whispers, kissing my cheek and lifting me up, carrying me to the bathroom.

"I want to wash you," he whispers, my earlobe taken in his teeth as his arms remain under my bottom.

"Then wash me," I whisper, my chest starting to smell with his liquid. He sets me down and turns on the shower, my own hands grabbing towels. I set them by the shower, seeing Harry's boxers on the ground, his body already in the shower.

I slide my underwear down my legs and walk in, his arms wrapping around me immediately. I look up at him and he smiles, brushing my hair behind my ear.

"So beautiful," he whispers, kissing along my jaw. His wet curls tickle my forehead and I laugh, his hands tickling my sides. His body turns mine so I am under the water, his fingers now containing body wash. His hands work on caressing my body, placing soap on my skin and washing away the remains of his previous actions on my chest. I so badly want to touch him, feel his muscles under my touch. When his actions stop, I grab his hand and bring it to my lips, kissing each finger and trailing up his arm, his eyes watching me intently as I do so.

I kiss over his shoulder, feeling his body under my fingers, running over every crevasse there is on his naked entirety. I kiss his collarbones, trailing to his other shoulder and grabbing his left hand in my right, repeating my actions on his other arm. We turn so he's under the water, the hot water blocked from me while his muscular build becomes wet once again, flawless in the way he looks.

I move soap around his body, my hands ending on his hips and my thumbs trail over his v-lines, muscles etched and his lips pressing to my forehead. His arms wrap around my shoulders and mine are around his waist, my head resting on his chest, just below his right shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his hand gripping the back of my head.

"Safe," I whisper to him, his arms tightening around me, encasing me in security. The hot water continues to pour down on us as we stand here, entangled in each other's arms and completely comfortable in each other's company.

"You mean the world to me," he whispers, a smile on my lips as he kisses my temple. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you again."

I look up and his eyes are closed, his head leaning on mine and softly holding onto me in hopes I stay. I kiss his chest and rest my head on him again.

"And even if I did lose you, I would go to the ends of the earth trying to find you."

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My legs become entwined with Harry's, the time nearing 3 in the morning, and his lips part, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"I don't want to close my eyes," he whispers, staring at me, his head inches away from mine, a smile peaking on his lips. His arm, moves towards me, wrapping it around my waist and pulling me to him, our chest colliding and his nose touching mine.

"And why's that?" I ask, softly brushing my fingers around his chest.

"I won't know if you'll be here if I wake up."

I shake my head and bury my head into his chest. "I couldn't leave. Not even if you wanted me to."

He nods and I lean up, pecking his lips before placing my head back onto his hard chest, the certain place on his body becoming my favorite pillow, and drift off into a deep sleep, safe in the arms of my curly-haired boy.

I wake to see my head on a pillow and the whole bed to myself. My hands work to push myself up and I look around, Harry's clothes absent from the floor and my clothes lying on a chair across from the bed.

I get out of the bed, my body only with Harry's tee on and my underwear, my curiosity in finding him growing each step I take around the hotel room. I see his book and journal on the coffee table, but no signs of Harry. I let my curiosity take over and go into his room, seeing his keys off the table and his wallet not placed on it as well. Where could he be?

I sit back on the bed and grab my phone from the table, not wanting to leave the apartment after last night's frightening events. I begin to text Morgan and she tells me about her new job and Emma's new boyfriend, missing my home.

My phone starts to buzz and Harry's face pops up, probably placing his own number into my phone while I was asleep. His picture makes me laugh, his derp face making an excellent contact photo.

"Hello?" I cheer, a soft laugh heard on the other end.

"Good morning beautiful."

"Good morning to you. Where'd you go? I wanted to cuddle with you this morning."

He whispers a curse and I smile, knowing fully well I was his own personal weakness at the moment. I lay back on the bed and listen as his voice flows through the phone, his words taking on a certain huskiness, creating a funny feeling in my stomach, one of excitement.

"I had to run and get something. I will be back in ten minutes. Don't go anywhere."

"I won't Harry. Hurry though." I smile and he sounds rushed over the phone.

"I will. I promise."

I smile and we hang up, my heart racing at the anticipation of him coming. I don't know why I suddenly feel so happy, but he makes me fill with butterflies at every word and every touch. His presence makes me feel special.

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