My Favorite Bartender

Chapter 6

Harry gently throws onto my head before he crawls on top of me caging me within his muscular body. His hands are on both sides of my head and his knees on either side of my hips. As he bends his head to capture my lips with his, he grinds our clothed erections together causing me to moan in pleasure.

"Mmmm, Hazza," I moan against his lips, bucking my hips upward to meet his thrusts.

I can feel Harry's lips smirk against mine before he pulls away to climb off the bed to pull his clothes off his lucious, sexy body. As he crawls back on the bed preditorily toward me to unbutton and unzip my jeans before pulling them completly off my body to deposit them on the floor. Sitting up I begin to pull my tshirt off to throw it onto the floor before turning my attention back to Harry.

Harry is staring down at my body with his mouth in an 'o' shape as he stares at my croach area. Glancing down I then remember that I'm wearing a pair of black lace woman's panties. I love wearing lace panties instead of the traditional men's underwear.

"I'm sorry, I understand if you're turned off now," I mumble at him covering myself and the panties in embarressment.

Harry's eyes flick to mine as he gently removes my hands from where there are to above my head before he transfers them to one of his large hands. His other hands he runs softly from my armpit to my hip where he gently rubs sending goosbumps everywhere.

"Baby, don't be embarressed or ashamed. I was just surprised that's all, I think you look even sexier in these panties."

He cocks his head at me in wonder as he gently rubs my erection through my panties. "Why panties though out of curiosity?"

Licking my lips as I answer honestly, "I love how they feel against my cock and they make my arse look amazing."

Harry hums in response to me as he palms me a little harder causing me to buck my hips into his hand with a moan. "Mmmm, Hazza, please," I beg.

Harry smiles down at me as he releases my wrists but not before growling at me to keep them above my head. He then slowly takes my panties off me before throwing them onto the floor. He wraps his warm big hand around my erection, slowly jacking me off.

A few minutes, along with moans from me, I stutter out, "I'm gonna cum." I thought Harry would stop but he surprises me when he replaces his warm hand with his warm mouth as he bobs his head up and down with hallowed out cheeks as he sucks me off; swallowing my entire load.

"Condom, lube?" he asks before attacking my lips again.

"Side table drawer," I mumble against his lips, breathing ragged from my orgasim and our kissing.

Harry reaches over and grabs out a foiled condom and the tube of lube. Opening the lube he squirts a large amount onto his fingers before bringing one to the entrance of my waiting hole.

"This might hurt some, baby since it's been awhile for you. I'll go slow, I promise," he says just before thrusting a long thin finger in and out of me. Groaning at the intrusion with a smile, he thrusts a few more times before he inserst two more fingers into my hole.

"Please Hazza, I need you," I beg with a slight whimper when he pulls his fingers from my pampered hole.

Harry opens the condom with his ticket before rolling it onto his hard length with a groan before lubing it. He brings it to my whole as he lifts my left leg onto his shoulders.

Smiling lovenly at me he asks, "Ready baby? This might hurt a little but I'll go slow and let you adjust, okay?"

Nodding at him he thrusts slowly into me. Moaning at his size and length, he's eaisly ten inches long and five inches in width.

As he thrusts into my nice and slowly, he leans forward to capture my lips again, allowing himself to become deeper inside of me as he hits my prostate making me instantly scream his name as I cum. He comes a few deep strokes later with a groan of my name.

Harry pulls gently out of me and pulls the condom off, ties it off before throwing it into the garbage can next to the bed before he lays next to me on his back. Snuggeling into his side as he wraps his arm around me as I lay my head on his chest.

Before falling asleep, I whisper, "I love you, Hazza, please don't hurt me."

Three months later - Harry is coming home again from his tour that Niall has been on with him. I've been talking to Harry every night he's been gone as have the twins, who've grown to love Harry like their daddy and they even call him daddy.

I've been keeping a secreat from him these last three months. I'm pregnant and I'm planning on telling him when he comes home tonight but I'm going to tell him tomorrow over dinner. Liam has moved into a new flat that he and Niall are living in together, leaving me the flat we've been sharing because he didn't want to make the kids move.

The next day after Harry had arrived home at the flat (yes, he's living with us when he's not on tour or on break) late last night around 3 a.m. and crawlled into bed as soon as he arrived. He was so tired he didn't even notice my belly.

I'm making his favorite dinner, spagetthie and meatballs but the meatballs are tiny (i.e. hinting at a tiny baby) while wearing a baggy sweatshirt to hide my baby bump; but I'm giving him a present that has two green baby onsies inside that says 'My Daddy Is a Rockstar!' and the two pregnancy tests I had taken and the ultrasound pictures I have. I'm having another set of twins. 😁

As I'm cooking, Harper and Parker are in the living room playing while listening to the radio off my laptop. Harry stumbles into the kitchen wearing only a pair of black and white plaid pajama bottoms as he rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Smell wonderful in here baby," he says pecking my cheek. "What's the occassion for making spagetthie and meatballs for lunch?" he asks with his rough voice.

Smiling at him I peck his lips before answering. "Nothing really just want to spoil my baby."

He hums as he pours himself a cup of fresh coffee that I made for him because I know he was going to want some.

"Hazza will you please fetch Parker and Harper for me, lunch is done?" I ask batting my eyes at him. I need him out of the room to place his gift in his seat without him seeing me. He nods as he takes his cup with him into the living room to fetch the twins for me.

The three of them come in and Hazza helps the twins into their booster seats before grabbing their plates from the counter as I grab his and mine and we head to the table. As Harry goes to his seat he spots the gift and raises an eyebrow at me in question. I just smile at him indicating with my hand for him to sit and open it.

He opens it and his mouth falls open in shock at the onesies, tests and photos. "You're pregnant?" he asks his eyes immeditly going to my belly.

Pulling my sweatshit up revieling to him my baby belly with a huge smile. "Congrats, you're going to be a daddy to a set of twins in six months, Hazza."

Harry immeditly stands, setting down the gift and hugs me lightly to him as he swings me around once before sitting me back on my feet his hands going to my belly.

"I love you, baby," he whispers before kissing me passionately.