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Chapter 19

Harry's pov.

"Ever had sex on a rock before?" Louis whispered huskily against the shell of my ear. I hope it was a rhetorical question, because even if I wanted to answer, I don't think I could find my voice to be able to. This rock is killing my back, and I'm sure I'm going to be sore tomorrow morning, but at the moment I certainly do not care. All I'm worried about is Louis: why he's suddenly so determined to have sex with me, why he's trying to cause a distraction, and what in the hell caused him to resort to attempting to cloud my mind with the sinful things he does to my body.

I was pulled from my thoughts as Louis dips his head down and presses his tongue flat against the side of my neck, licking a bold stripe from the base to my jawline. A low groan elicits from my throat, and Louis' triumphant smirk doesn't go unnoticed. I'm usually not the one being dominated - I'm used to having the control - but I can't say this doesn't turn me on beyond belief.

His fingers intertwine with mine, raising our hands above my head. He presses the backs of my hands into the rock as he brings his hips down, grinding our crotches together. My eyelids flutter until they finally give into the pleasure, covering my eyes and blanketing my view in complete darkness. With my eyes now closed, every other sense seems heightened: Louis' smell - which I can easily figure to be Old Spice, the same exact kind I use-, the feeling of his body gliding along mine, the sound of his labored breathing in my ear, and the taste of his tongue as it slips into my mouth.

I have to admit, being on the bottom is quite strange for me. But the way Louis has me pinned down and the way he looks incredibly sexy on top of me is enough for me to bear through this. Louis' tongue twists and weaves it's way around my own and I don't know how much longer I can take not being able to touch him. I want to caress every inch of his curvy body, I want to kiss and bite and suck all over, but I can't if he's pinning me down. It's clear whose in control right now, and it obviously isn't me.

Louis' tongue rubs along mine once more before he pulls back, his teeth catching my bottom lip and lightly pulling on it. I can't help but groan again as I finally reopen my eyes. The first thing I notice is the scorching blue staring intently down at me. The usual bright, sea-blue color is gone, darkened by the lust clearly swirling between us. But there's something else; something I can't decipher. It's been there ever since his ex boyfriend was brought up, and it's easy to tell that it's a touchy subject - he's obviously distracted.

"Louis," I sigh heavily, managing to say his name breathlessly through the pants that are escaping both of our lips. I don't want him to do this just because a silly f.ucktard of an ex was brought up. I want him to have sex with me because he simply wants to, but in a more romantic way. I don't want to be his distraction, I want to be his salvation for when he's truly ready to give into me.

"No- don't," Louis says quickly, shaking his head. Panic seems to run through his features, and I know better than to bring his ex up again. "Please, just don't. I don't want to talk about him and I don't want to think about all the things that happened. I keep that shit locked away for a reason, Harry, so please, please don't ruin this to talk about him because it really isn't worth it. Please."

His words are so rushed and frantic, and I'm thankful that his grip on my hands has loosened while he talked. Taking advantage of it, I slip my hands from his grasp and bring them up to his face, cradling his cheeks in my palms. "I won't, baby, I promise."

The nickname feels weird on my tongue since I haven't used it in so long, but the way Louis' eyelids seem to flutter in that very romance-movie-cliche way makes it totally worth it. As much as I'd like to savor this sweet, flowers and butterflies moment, I'm still achingly hard and incredibly turned on from Louis' earlier dominance. The weight of him on my thigh tells me that he's having the same problem.