The Pool Boy

Have Mercy. (42nd Chapter)

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Melody's POV:
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He sits down on the edge of my bed, and rubs his palms over his thighs; the nervousness is clearly showing. “Are you happy here? I mean, are you alright being here?” I reply instantly: “Of course I am, Niall is really great to be around. We are getting closer and h-…” His eyes cut me off, as they blink in amazement at me.

 “(His temper is presented in his words, threatening to explode) Close? How close? Is that twat also trying to hit on you?! Did he t-…” I sigh, interrupting him, as my head lowers to the ground from the false assumptions. “I didn’t mean it that way… I mean you guys are friends and all, yeah?” I nod, still looking at my metal heels. 

“Come here.” He coos and I respond by walking to sit next to him on the bed edge. “Harry please tell me what is going on.” I request in a begging matter, as his face reflects an uncomfortable expression. Why is it so hard for him to tell me?



“Your father offered me twice my salary, if I found you. In the beginning he acused me of being the one taking you away, but I talked some sense in him of denial. He called off the engagement with that twat (Philip)… He is willing to do whatever you please if you go back. I know it’s not my position to manipulate your thoughts, but Mel I don’t want you to go back. Who knows he might force you to get engaged again or something! I can’t handle that again, I almost beat the living out of him when I knew the first time. (My tears emerge in silence, and his eyes catch my emotions) No, please don’t cry, babe. (He cups both of my cheeks in his hands, and I sniffle my nose) You know I hate it when you cry, Mel come on please stop…”



I want to scream out of my lost morality. I can’t even think rationally about everything right now. My dad called off everything, because he knew how guilty he was going to be; at least that’s what I believe. He isn’t a bad person, he raised me for twenty years, and this is the first time he reacted like this. “(I choke on my tears) Harry I… I need to go back. I ne-…” He closes the gap between us, by crashing his tender lips on mine.

My hands loop around his neck, as my hormones take over my actions. He places his hands on my back, and lays me on the mattress; not even daring to depart our lips from each other. “(He speaks through the breathless kiss) You’re mine, Mel.” My hands find the hem of his flannel, as I begin to tug it upwards; what’s going on with me?



He groans as he pauses the kiss, and slides his shirt off of him. I scan his inked skin, while he lays over me again. “Say that you’re mine, baby.” He commands and I nod, while his hands take my crop top off in speed. “I want to hear it, please.” I tug at his shorts and he helps me to take them off instantly. “(I speak out of breathe) I’m yours, Harry.” He closes his eyes and flunks down on the mattress beside me.



I climb on top of him, clasping my thighs on his sides to hold him still.“What are yo-…” He begins to ask, as I trace my finger on the lengthy boner from the outside. “Have mercy.”He moans manly, and I keep doing the same movement over and over again.

I really don’t know how to begin this sexual approach; its weird and I feel incredibly shy. “Here.”He lifts his hips and drags his black briefs off of his thighs, as I witness his instrument. I turn off the lap from beside me, and undress to initiate the rest of this erotic session.


…An Hour Later…



Harry and I lie down on the bed, trying to regain our energy from our previous session. My head rests on his chest, and our bodies tug closer at each other. “That was… well I didn’t expect it, but I loved it.” He states in astonishment, still not able to believe that we made love… love. We had it, but we didn’t admit it to each other. 

“Harry?” I whisper and he replies: “Hmm?” I close my eyes, and speak: “Do you love me?” His chest stiffens under my head, and I begin to worry that he might deny it; would he?!