Game Over (Harry Lewis/Sidemen fan fic)

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A/N: Mature content present in this chapter. Viewer discretion is advised. 

Also, song for this chapter is Destiny, The Two way Street by Jonny X Kyle X Midnite

Ash's Pov.

I paced in front of my window, my phone pressed against my lip waiting for a text back. Only a baby blue, cotton robe covered up the pepper red, lace lingerie set underneath. It was probably the only thing I had held onto that reminded me of Archer, everything else I had tossed into a bin and probably set on fire in a drunken haze. But right now it was either waiting in a certain youtuber's inbox, or had already been opened and just wasn't appealing.

I opened my phone again and looked at my messages with Harry, as if he would turn on his read receipts out of nowhere now. I groaned at the grey delivered sign and tossed my phone onto the bed. 

I chewed my bottom lip. I was feigning for Harry's warm body against mine, had been since earlier today when JJ pointed it out, but now my heart rate was raised out of anxiety and not horniness.

I flopped down onto my bed, shoving my face into the pillow and screamed... repeatedly. Then I screeched just a little bit more. How could I be so dumb? This whole time Harry had been hitting on me and loving on me but maybe he just wasn't into sex? After all we had been talking and hanging out like a couple for the past couple of months and hadn't slept together. We had gotten close to having sex before flying to California, but not all the way. And d**n it I wanted all the way.

I nearly turn into the karate kid when a hand grips my calf. But when my eyes met with starlight blue ones, I relaxed. He was leaning down onto me and I slowly rolled over. I glanced over at the door, its shut - and locked. I looked back to Harry's eyes, they're wild. My mouth goes dry as he crawls towards me painfully slow. I crawled back, half out of excitement and half out of anticipated fear.

"Did you forget something?" He growls and I shrink with a shake of my head, "I had a meeting with representatives from EA Sports today. It was an important meeting."

"I'm sorry." I squeak out.

He shakes his head and I collide with the wall, the only way left for me to go is down, underneath his body to get away.

"Don't be," His voice was husky, "The wait just made me want you more."

He was fully on top of me now, trapping me to the bed. Apparently pinning my body down wasn't enough for him though. He leaned back so that he was straddling me, he let his eyes roam over my almost nude body. Then he pulled at my arms, taking them out of my robe sleeves before slamming them onto my bed. It didn't hurt, more so just shocked me, picking my heart rate up and making me all the more aroused.

"Do you understand what you've done to me?" He was back to growling as he used one hand to pin mine above my head. The other ran down my neck to my chest before it slid under my bra and pinched my right nipple.

"Ah!" I half moan, half yelp at the pleasurable pain.

"I wanted to take it slow." He says brusquely, his face moving past my belly button down in between my leg. He pulls the hand from my breasts down to my panty line. With his teeth, mostly, and a little help from his hand, he pulls the red fabric down, tossing them across the room when they're completely off. "Now there's no time to take it slow," He presses, "because someone had to go and turn the nice guy in a hungry animal. What do you have to say for yourself?"

He's there, one hand still stretched pinning my arms above my head, but the other is under me, gripping my waist while his hot breath fans over my heat.

I bite my lip, "Rip me to pieces."

He shifts and I braces for the pleasure, but instead he's pulling away sitting up between my legs. His hands go to his tie and I realize for the first time that he's dressed in a suit. He looks even hotter... making me feel hotter. He pulls his tie off and leans back over me. In a tender, but dominate way, he presses my wrists together, tying them together tightly before securing them to the bed frame.

He moves his hands down my arms, then over the front of my throat and for a moment I think he may wrap them around it and I'm not sure if I should be ashamed about my excitement. But then his fingers continue on to my bra, working over my sensitive skin and pulling the fabric off. Then he leans back, staring at me there, naked, exposed and completely vulnerable. He slowly unbuttons his shirt as he sits between my open legs.

When its open he shifts back, he positions his arms under me, scooping up from my legs to my waist. His breath is fanning over my desperation again, but he still doesn't move. Instead he locks eyes with me and I want to punch him for making me wait.

"Just lay back and shake while I own you." He commands and I nearly cum right there.

This dominant Harry is completely different from the awkward goof ball I'm used to when we're with our friends. 

His lips press against my core and my hips are raising off the bed. It's been years since anyone has touched me like this and it's all I can do to keep from screaming out in pleasure. His warm tongue pushes out, separating my folds and plunging deep. Then he pulls out and licks up to my clit before circling it aggressively. He sunctions his lips down and moves his tongue over the swollen numb rapidly and in at embarrassingly quick rate I'm there.

"Harry," I beg as I feel the orgasm about to spill over.

I'm begging him to give it to me, but instead he removes his lips from me and my hips falls. I huff and look down at him. He licks his lips and shakes his head.

"No way," He's amused by my torture, "You tortured me with that photo for an hour, I'm torturing you like this for an hour."

I let out a small moan of pain. My chest is rising and falling faster than it was during my workouts earlier today. I can already feel my legs close to shaking and we haven't even been at this a minute, if he thought I could last an hour he was crazy.

"I can't last an hour." I nearly cried.

He moved up, pulling a hand up with him. He gripped my face in his large grasp and leaned, "I'm gonna make you." He whispered.

Against my volition, my body let out a desperate moan. 

He leaned over and bit my ear lobe then whispered, "Are you ready?"

All I could conjure was a murmured, "Yes."

I heard a deep chuckle in my ear, "You asked for it baby."