Harry's POV.
I slumped myself onto Louis' sofa, grasping at Liv's waist as I pulled her down with me and into my chest. She giggled as she fell; a strand of her hair getting caught in my mouth as she did so, causing me to splutter amidst laughter.
"Pass us a blanket will you, Lou? It's freezing!"
I ran my hands up and down Liv's arm, brushing my palms over her goosebumps as she shivered against me.
"No dinner time antics please!" he laughed, throwing a blanket at me from the other side of the room.
"I don't know what you're talking about" Liv giggled, giving my thigh a squeeze as I covered us with the flimsy material.
I felt my cheeks blush a deep red, reliving the torturous moments from earlier this evening. Everyone else took either the armchairs or the floor; intoxicated bodies sprawled across the entirety of the living room.
"What shall we put on?" Lou slurred, flicking aimlessly through the channels. "We have... shopping channels... or..." he continued, poking his tongue out as he attempted to read the TV guide across the bottom of the screen.
"I can't even see the TV, let alone make sense of it" Zayn groaned, dropping his back to the floor below.
"What he said" I laughed, amused by Louis who was still squinting towards the screen, swaying back and forth.
"I need a drink" he groaned, waltzing clumsily towards the kitchen.
Within moments, he re-entered the living room with bottles of beer and wine clutched tightly in his arms.
"When you said drink, I thought you meant water!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Zayn. We're not all Liam."
"Oi!" Liam piped up from somewhere on the floor; the only coherent one among us right now.
"It's my birthday" Louis announced (for the hundredth time that night) "and I want to play."
"What've you got in mind?" Zayn slurred, propping himself up onto his elbows and wiggling his eyebrows.
Louis' face broke out into a wicked grin as he glanced around the room, and I knew exactly what was coming.
"Truth or dare."
**
"I dare you" Louis announced, averting his gaze towards me as he swigged the remnants of his bottle of beer, "to go and order me some food."
"Lou, it's 5am" I laughed, pointing towards the clock on the wall. "And I'm pretty sure everyone else intentionally went to sleep after you tried to make us all get naked and make out? Zayn's been snoring ever since!"
"Pfttttt" Louis let out a sharp breath between his lips, rolling his eyes at me before grinning. "Night then, Haz. Shotgun my bed!"
I laughed at him as I watched him tread carefully over the sea of still bodies on the floor, almost tripping over an outstretched leg. He turned to face me and saluted me jokingly, before leaving the room.
I struggled to make sense of the glaring flicker of the TV in front through drunken eyes; the figures merging into an indistinguishable blur. Everyone had fallen asleep (or rather passed out) after being laden with Louis' compulsory distribution of alcohol throughout the game, and I was the last man standing. I slid my chin from Liv's head until my mouth was hovering just above her ear.
"You awake?" I whispered softly, circling the tips of my fingers over the bare skin just above her pyjama shorts.
She inhaled deeply, before exhaling a small sound indicating that she'd acknowledged what I'd said, clasping my wrists and bringing them tightly around her chest. I kissed the hollow just behind her ear as she cuddled up to my body; her heart beating gently against my forearm. I slipped my tongue out between my lips, teasing the warm skin at the top of her neck, which extended in retaliation to my touch. I moved my mouth from her neck to her jaw, sliding my arms from hers and massaging her breasts through her tank top; letting my palms graze her hard nipples beneath the material.
"Harry, not now" she mumbled, pulling my hands from her.
But this only made me more determined, and I instead settled my hands on the insides of her thighs, rubbing the warm skin.
I brushed my lips over her cheek, reaching the corners of her mouth and lingering there until she couldn't resist any longer. And I knew she wouldn't. She tilted her face to the right; her eyes still shut as she parted her lips slightly and tilted her chin upwards.
"Do you know how much I want you bent over the back of this sofa right now?" I whispered, grazing my nose with hers, sliding my palms further up her thighs.
She moaned as I rubbed my palm over her crotch, catching her lips as I did so. Her breath was shaky as I increased the pressure of my palm; her hips raising slightly from the sofa towards my hand.
"And do you know how much I wish my cock was inside of you right now?" I groaned inches from her lips, letting my hot breath fan across her face.
I slid the crotch of her shorts to the side as she grew restless against me; blood pumping furiously to my hardening length as I imagined fucking her senseless there and then.
"Oh Olivia... you've made this all too easy" I smirked into her neck, rubbing my finger along her bare centre.
She moved her thighs from the inside of mine and over the top of them, allowing me easier access to where she craved my touch. To say she was wet would have been an understatement. Lying here for the past couple of hours between my legs with my hands and lips teasing her skin when no one else had been looking had gradually worked her up into the hot mess that I was aiming for. Payback.
I pushed the very tip of my middle finger inside of her, listening to her breathing deepen as I gradually pushed the whole length inside of her. She gasped as I curved it upwards against her g-spot, applying a firm pressure against it at a tormentingly slow pace.
"Are you going to be able to keep quiet?" I hummed into her extended neck; her head nodding slowly, yet uncertainly.
With that, I increased the movement of my middle finger against her sweet-spot; pushing against it firmly. She reached her hand behind her, tangling her fingers through the curls at the back of my head as she pulled me close, breathing quickly and heavily against my lips. I slid my finger from her and brushed it lightly over her clit; back and forth slowly.
"Harder?" I laughed quietly as her hips bucked desperately towards my finger.
She nodded vigorously, crashing her lips against mine as I increased my pressure, as well as speed, alternating between rubbing back and forth across and firm circular movements.
Her breathing started to become much more erratic; soft moans slipping from her lips every few seconds. It was then that I knew we were at risk of waking the others. I couldn't have one of our friends sharing in her most vulnerable moment; that was for my eyes and ears only.
"Harry-" she moaned breathlessly, digging her fingers sharply into my thigh.
"Coming?"
"Yeah, oh my God."
I quickly brought my left hand from her breast and clasped it tightly over her mouth.
"There we go" I smirked as her legs began to quake, feeling her lips suck desperately on my palm.
Her back pressed forcefully against my chest as I watched her toes curl amidst mine; our legs outstretched past the blanket. I couldn't help but let a smug grin take over my face as her body jerked against me, knowing that it was my fingers sending her into this ecstasy; knowing that her muffled cries into my hand were of my name. There was something completely overwhelming about making her come; something that I hadn't experienced before with any other girl. I actually wanted to make her feel good, rather than just doing it because I had to. I wanted to make her toes curl and whole body shake, and this turned me on just as much as any other part of sex with her.
Once her body had stopped writhing against mine and only once I was certain that she was done did I release my hand from her mouth, slowly circling her clit as her chest rose and fell heavily, forcing out jagged breaths from her. Her entire body relaxed against me; head dropping so that her cheek was pressed against my chest and legs falling back between mine.
I kissed her temple as I wrapped my arms around her waist once more, listening to her breathing soften and steady, until she fell asleep.
I lay awake for a while after that; a mixture or arousal and nervous anticipation preoccupying my mind. I didn't want this to end, but we both knew that the time to say goodbye was fast approaching.
