"Okay boozy," I reach for the alcoholic beverage he has in his grasp right as he was chasing the straw with his mouth, "I've thank you've had enough for one night." I pat Harry's chest and set the drink back on the bar.
"Hey I wasn't done with that," he pouts, puckering his bottom lip making him annoyingly cute.
"Aren't you ready to go?" I reach in my purse for money to cover the bar tab. He stares off into the crowd of the club while pursing his lips, probably already drunkly forgot the question I asked him.
"You know," he breaks his silence, "I think I'm ready to go. You wanna leave?" He grabs my hand before I can answer and leads me towards the exit. "Oh my hat!" He exclaims, turning around to snatch it off the bar. Even when he's drunk he still doesn't forget that damn fedora.
When we get outside I turn him around and slam him against the hood of his Range Rover. My hands quickly roam the front of his jeans.
"Oh, baby, you want to do this right here? But there's paps!" He chuckles and reaches to grope my chest before I swat his hands aways.
"I'm looking for your keys."
"Baby, that's not my keys, that's my cock," he snakes his hand under my shirt.
"Harry!" I giggle, jumping back when he tickles me. "Where are your keys?" I huff, throughly annoyed.
"Oh keys?" He reaches in his back left pocket, "I thought you wanted cock not keys." He dangles the keyring on is index finger before I snatch them away.
"Dick." I laugh, getting into the driver side and starting the motor. "Music?" He nods and I play with the buttons on the steering wheel that controls the vehicles sound system.
"Ohhhh, stop! This song!" He shouts, turning up the volume and starts to song along. "Who dat, who dat? H-a-r-r-y. That do dat, do dat. H-a-r-r-y."
My laughter quickly engulfs the car and tears form in my eyes.
"What?" He smiles, leaning over the console that divides us. "What's so funny?"
"You, Harry. You are what is so funny." I shake my head and focus back on the road ahead.
"I'm funny, am I?" He leans farther over so his lips are brushing my neck, and whispers against my skin, "does this amuse you?" He brings the skin there between his soft, full lips. His hand connects at my knee before he slowly drags it up my thigh, inching closer and closer to where I want him desperately, but can't have him. "I don't hear you laughing now, baby."
I clamp my thighs together to try and refuse him access.
"H-Harry I'm driving." I try to collect what little of my sanity I have left to tell him no.
"Pull over." He demands, pushing my lace thong to the side and slipping in two fingers, my back arching off the seat from the glorious stretch. He lightly glides his tongue over my neck with his teeth slightly grazing my skin.
"Where.. Where should I pull over?" I pant, trying my best to keep my eyes open through they want to squeeze shut. "Harry," I whimper when he doesn't answer me.
"I don't know, baby, you're the one who is driving. You need to find somewhere fast, you don't want to come while driving, do you?" He watches me coming undone at the seams as he continues to pump his fingers into me. I grip onto the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white when I feel his fingers curl inside of me. "Hurry, baby," he coos in my ear, farther driving me to the brink of insanity.
I find the first old abandon lot I pass and park Harry SUV in the far corner, secluded from any onlookers.
"Just in time." He smirks, while I grab onto his arm that is between my legs and thrust onto his hand. A moan that had been building in the pit of my stomach falls from my lips as I come for Harry.
"Oh my god, I thought I was going to wreck," I chuckle, letting my head fall back onto the headrest. Harry retracts his hand from under my skirt and reaches for his belt buckle, quickly relieving himself from the restraint of his skinny jeans. He massages the head of his erection before motioning me to come to him.
"Nobody can see us here," he reassures me while lifting me over the console and alining himself to my entrance before lowering me onto him. Harry hisses when he rolls his hips while deep inside of me. He lifts me before thrusting his hips to drive back into me. Harry's grip on my hips tightens as I fist his curls while he rocks me on his hard cock.
The car is filled with the sounds of our bodies connecting and our breathy moans. Our lips find each other in messily, sloppy kisses. Alcohol and lust fuels our devilish acts, and the thought of possibly being discovered heightens our pleasure. A fire is set off in my veins when my orgasm erupts throughout my entirety.
I feel every muscle in Harry's body straining against his skin, waiting for him to let his release relax him.
"Come for me, Harry. Come for me like you made me come for you." I bounce on his lap and roll my hips. He nods, sweat causing his curls to stick to his neck. His head falls back and I watch him as he climaxes: his eyes rolling shut, him sucking on his bottom lip, his thrust getting sloppy until he's just gently rolling his hips. He opens his eyes and gently kisses my lips once he returned from his euphoric state.
I lift myself off him and fall back into the drivers seat.
"See," he begins, tucking himself back into his jeans with a devious grin, "I knew you wanted this cock instead of those damn keys."
