𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 (18+ ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢)

How Did This Happen

     Draco ran his long fingers through my hair then back along my jaw to my chin—leaving tingling sensations in his wake. Heat flooded my system, and my ragged breathing filled the air.

     "Harry..." a seductive smile spread across his porcelain face "...tell me what you want."

     My trembling fingers skimmed over his expensive robes, reveling in the stiff-softness of the black fabric. "I want your hands on me."

     "Tisk, tisk, you didn't say please, Draco."

     "Please, Draco." I moaned as his fingers skimmed along my neck.

     "Very good," he whispered, then kissed the tip of my nose. "Now, say it all together," his sexy smooth tone made me want to obey him.

     "Draco, touch me, please."

     His eyes darkened as he ran his hands down my arms, wrapped them around my back and pulled me against him. I shivered under his touch, intoxicating smell, and the feel of his body pressed along mine, but I craved more.

     "No," his hands stopped where they were. "I need you to touch my..." I swallowed hard, "...my skin."

     Untucking the white shirt from my pants, I moaned when his light touch ghosted over me, giving me goosebumps.

     Bending down, his warm, moist breath grazed my ear as he whispered, "Anything else?"

     I felt as if I'd shatter to tiny pieces if he didn't keep going. Shaking, I begged, "More, please."

     One second he was in front of me and the next behind—his lithe body, pressed along my back. Malfoy's left hand ghosted along my skin as it drifted up my chest and his right dove into my boxers—skimming my penis.

     "Please," I begged again.

     "Hum, need something, Potter?" He purred and moved his palm away. He nipped at my ear as his intoxicating smell enticed me.

     Twisting around to see him, I said, "I need you to... to touch me down there."

     "What do you think I'm doing?" He wiggled his fingers.

     Taking several deep breaths to muster up the courage to say what I wanted him to do, I said, "I need you to make me—"

     Waking with a start, my eyes darted around the gently sunlit dorm room. My hands were stuffed in my boxers, and I throbbed, near climax.

     "No. Please, no," grumbled quietly. Slowly letting go and drawing away, Malfoy's amaranth lips clouded my vision. Twitching in anticipation, my penis bumped my retreating digits. My groin muscles fluttered, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning as warm liquid coated my stomach.

     I didn't move, other than blinking and sucking the blood from my lip. Staring at the red curtains framing my bed, I listened to my heart slow its rapid pace. The things those pieces of cloth have been privy to over the years had to be insurmountable. In this instance, I was grateful that they didn't know who happened to haunt me, nor could they speak about it.

     Once my heart rate was back to its usual pace, I squinted at the clock on my bedside table. It was five minutes to six, almost time for the alarm to go off. Feeling more confused than ever, I slipped from the bed and changed my sheets as quietly as possible. I stuck my head out the doorway and checked both ways to make sure the coast was clear before making my way to the bathroom.

     Minutes later, steam filled the small shower stall, and my skin reddened, insisting the water was hot, but I couldn't feel it. I scrubbed and scrubbed, hoping to get the feeling of desire off of me with the fresh rain smelling soap. It didn't work.