No one knows Harry better that you do so when you see him on stage, grinding in that way he does, you're pretty sure he's beyond turned on. Its just something about that electric guitar and the blasting drums that makes you both just want to find each other in a crowd and remind each other when they're so hot. So basically, it wasn't that big of a surprise when you found him fiddling to unbutton his shirt as he pulled open the door to his dressing room. You were waiting for him, sitting on the leather couch, legs crossed, clothes folded neatly beside you in a stack. The black lace bra and panties that you had purchased just for this occasion kind of had you feeling like you knew exactly what Victoria's secret was.
"Did you hear that freaking guitar tonight, babe?" he says as he walks toward you, his black t-shirt on a pile beside the locked door. He steps towards you, looking at you like you would imagine a lion would stalk a gazelle.
"I did, " you reply, looking up at him and biting your lip as he strips down to his boxers and comes over to you, resting a hand on your thigh and pressing his lips to yours, squeezing on your ass longingly.
"Sometimes all I want to do is pull you up on that stage with me and rip your clothes off so we can fuck to the sound of that music," he mumbles into your skin. You didn't realise it was happening, but while he was kissing you, he'd managed to climb on top of you and lay you back against the couch.
"Sometimes all I want is to feel you ontop of me, " you whisper back, looking up at him with big eyes because you know how much he loves it when you act all innocent. You feel him tugging your panties down as his lips slide down your neck, to your neck. He moans as he pulls your bra off and your boobs spill over. You close your eyes, moaning and preparing yourself for his huge hard on in you as you feel him rub it along your clit.
"No teasing," you moan out desperately, wrapping your arms lightly around his neck, feeling tingles go up your body.
"Wouldn't dream of it, " he murmurs back, his voice raspy from all the singing on stage. You let out another moan as his long, hard dick finds his way in you and you shut your eyes again.
"Oh my gosh, yes," you let out, not even worried about anyone hearing you because you both know they probably already know what you're up to...you've been caught enough.
He continues pounding into you forcefully, over and over again, drawing out moans from your lips. You run your hands over his toned muscles as he takes his lips down to your nipples, sucking and pulling on your weakest points till you're screaming for mercy, declaring that you're close.
You yell one more time, feeling him as he starts pounding even harder as he gets closer. You close your eyes saying his name over and over again until you feel him spill into you, pushing you over the edge. You let out another moan as you cum, breathing heavily and listening to his breathing too.
"Next time, when I come in, you should be naked, "he says, chuckling and throwing your ripped panties over your way, " less money wastage."
