"Keep still."
You wriggle again against the leather seat, tugging at the tie Harry's bound your wrists behind your back with in a feeble attempt to look as though you're resisting. In hindsight, teasing him all day with suggestive comments and lingering touches, then wearing the low cut Hervé Léger he'd bought you last week and proving to him that you were serious when you said you weren't wearing panties by taking his hand off of the gear stick and slipping it up your dress possibly wasn't the best idea had you really wanted to attend the company party. Now you're parked in his reserved spot, thankful that the blacked out windows of his brand new Ranger Rover mean it'll be difficult for anyone to see how you're in the back seat, dress shoved up to your hips and legs spread wide while your boyfriend kneels on the floor between them, the ends of his long curls tickling your thighs as his warm breath ghosts over your pussy.
"If you don't stay still, you're not getting a thing." He warns, his voice as thick as honey as amusement sparkles in his eyes. He knows he's won. After all that effort today, you're still the one tied up and squirming for him, but somehow you can't find it in yourself to mind all that much.
He'd loosened his shirt when he had whipped off his tie to restrain you, leaving the top three buttons undone so that the material gapes open, showing you delicious peeks of collarbones and ink covered skin that you craved to bite. There isn't much time for that though, you were supposed to be inside the building twenty minutes ago, but Harry had wasted time making you melt with kisses so deep they made your toes curl before he wrangled you into the back in a mess of giggles.
"Harry, stop teasing. Please." You whine, the line of your teeth biting into your bottom lip. You try to push your hips forward without your ass slipping off of the edge of the seat but Harry slaps his large palms against your inner thighs, sharp enough to make you gasp and jump. The burn of the slaps sends tingles straight to your clit, making the urge to squirm and beg even more intense.
"I said stay still." He smirks, his strawberry pink lips lifting at one side, "You know you should listen to me." He leans in and blows directly onto your clit, the air tickling you and making you shiver. You force yourself to not to react, knowing that's exactly what he wants you to do so he can make you wait even longer. He doesn't care about arriving on time, he's the boss after all and everyone pretty much expects him to be late. "Good girl."
The praise makes your belly clench in excitement, so simple and yet so effective. The first time he'd said it, it had just been a teasing comment in the first few weeks of your relationship but after your reaction he uses it every chance he gets. His words hold so much power over you and he uses that to his advantage, staying as vocal as he can until his own pleasure gets too much.
A gentle kiss to your clit follows, his lips pursed as they envelop the bundle of nerves in their soft grip. A sigh of relief eases your muscles and he delivers another kiss and another, covering your lips, the dip of your entrance and the skin just below that. Harry never rushes this and you couldn't be more willing to forget about being tardy for the sweet touch of his determined mouth. His warm tongue slides over your sensitive skin, languidly, as though he's savouring every moment; the front of his straight-legged slacks are bulging already and you're not surprised when he reaches down to unzip them and free his cock, pulling back his foreskin and giving you a brief glimpse of the shiny tip.
As though that's all he needed, those hands are back on your thighs, holding them wide as he zigzags the flat of his tongue from clit to entrance. The tip pushes inside and curls up, licking up the wetness that all this teasing has produced. The moan he gives at the taste of you makes everything so much better and you can't help but answer with a whinier one of your own. There is no doubt that he enjoys this as much – sometimes you reckon even more – than you do.
"Oh fuck." You gasp, dragging your teeth over your bottom lip as he returns to your clit at lashes it with the tip of his tongue, the flicks sparking up a pleasure that makes your nose wrinkle and your toes attempt to curl in your rather restrictive Louboutin's.
"Yeah?" he chuckles, looping his tongue around the bud this time before teasing the patch of skin just below. Your entire pussy flutters and you try to reach for his hair, wanting to shove him right up against you, but your plan is scuppered when you remember the binding around your wrists. "Just how I like you, so needy for more. You want me to suck on you a little, don't you? Want me to lap at your soaked cunt."
"Yes! Yes, Harry, please."
He chuckles deeply and humours you, nuzzling into your clit with his mouth before wrapping his lips around it and sucking rhythmically. The tight pressure builds in your belly when he adds his tongue to the mix again, teasing the button until you're practically wincing with the urge to come. One of his hands is down between his thighs, his shoulder jigging as he strokes himself. You're a bit put out that it means he's decided that you don't get to do the honours, but then your thighs twitch and you feel his saliva wetting you between your cheeks and you forget to pout about it.
"Come on then baby." he encourages, "Come for me." he shakes his head from side to side as the flat of his tongue slips firmly over your throbbing pussy, paying attention to all the right places that he's figured out work best for you through hours of hard and satisfying work.
You shudder all over, your thighs shaking from the force as your orgasm makes your body tighten like a coiled spring, the pressure between your thighs at its maximum before popping its release. Throwing your head back against the seat, you moan a few choice curse words as the ripples of your climax ease the tension in your muscles. Harry jerks up on his feet, crouched in the limited space as he strokes his cock quickly, the head flushed a deep pink with the need to come.You love the way he sounds when he thrusts firmly into his fist one last time, keeping his hand tight around the base as he shoots jets of translucent come over your pussy, coating you in it as he catches his breath.
"Fuck." he sighs in relief, his lips spread into a grin again. He strokes the tip of his cock over your swollen clit and rubs his come into your sensitive skin. "Gonna keep that on you all night." he says, helping you bring your stiff legs together and getting the thong you'd left in your clutch on you, "I'm not cleaning you up this time, I want you to know how naughty you are, teasing me all day." He'd usually lick up the mess so you didn't have to feel uncomfortable but you could barely call this a punishment.
"Harry..." You can only sigh his name, but thankfully he's used to that, so he gently sets your dress right and buttons up his shirt, reaching behind you to untie your wrists. He doesn't put the tie back on though, choosing to leave it on the seat as he massages your arms.
"Such a good little pet." he smiles fondly, leaning in to kiss you again. You're glad that you brought some makeup wipes with you because his mouth is smeared with red from your lipstick. "I love you."
You can't help but smile, giggling happily and wondering how you got so lucky with him. You couldn't care about the money, or about how much older he is, or the gifts he constantly showers you with; it's the moments like this, when you're smiling into each other's mouths, that really matter.
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WOW HI GUYS IM BACK AFTER NOT UPDATING FOR 3 YEARS LMAO SORRY GUYS BUT I JUST WANTED TO UPDATE AND SAY HI AND THANK YOU FOR ALL THE READS YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING.-whorrific
