TCC [h.s.] ✔

such a good girl

Harry's POV

I've given up on fucking other women to get my mind off Anna. And since I can't fuck her out of my system, I'm resorting to the lesser of two evils. I'm in bed at ten p.m. on a Friday night fucking my fist to thoughts of my student. 

Pathetic. 

This is becoming a nightly ritual, and every night I hate her a little more for it. For making me want her. For making me question my morals, my humanity, my general taste in women. But most of all, I hate myself for liking it. 

On some level, I like this game we're playing, even though I'm the one who has everything to lose. She has no skin in the game.

I'm imagining her straddling my lap as I sit behind my desk at school. I imagine her inching up her skirt before freeing me from my pants. I imagine her sliding her panties to the side and sinking down onto my cock. I'd try to stay still. To not be an active participant —as if that absolves me of my crimes— while she uses me to get off. But I wouldn't be able to stop my hips from thrusting upward. I wouldn't be able to stop my hands from smoothing up her thighs to grip her ass and guide her movements. And when I feel her clenching around me, I wouldn't be able to hold back from-

A violent buzzing from my nightstand interrupts my depravity right before I blow. I consider ignoring it and finishing what I started, but something tells me to answer. It's a number I don't recognize —even more reason for me to ignore it— but curiosity gets the best of me, and I pick it up.

I cleared my throat before answering. "Hello?" 

Nobody answered and all I could hear was a heavy breathing. So I asked again. 

"H-Harry, it's me, Anna". Oh, God. It was fucked up. The main character in my fantasies was calling me right at this moment. Was it a sign? 

I gulped and tried to not lose my shit. "Are you okay?" I kept hearing her breathing heavily, and I couldn't help but wonder... was she doing the same as I was doing moments before she called?

"P-please". She moaned and I kept the grip firm and tight around me. I was very close. 

So, instead of acting like I didn't know what she was doing, I played the game with her. 

"You're such a good girl, Anna" I moaned for her and continued fucking my fist for her. "You feel so good, don't you" 

Her breathing was even heavier and I could tell she was about to explode right there. It was a pity she wasn't doing it on me. I would do anything to see her face right now. Her blushed cheeks very noticeable in her pale skin and her mouth half open. Her big eyes wide open staring at mine. 

And I came so unexpectedly hard, I couldn't keep the moans and instead, I screamed her name. 

"Such a good girl" I repeated once again, knowing she was hearing.

"Just for you, Harry" she whispered breathlessly before hanging up.