Good Meets Bad

Chapter 19

JASMINE'S POV

"Alright. Its time for me to go. Seriously this time." I said as I pulled away from Harry's lips, ending our 8th make out session today.

"No. I was enjoying that." He whined and tried pulling me down to kiss me again, but I placed both my hands on his chest.

"No. I have to go. I have work tomorrow and like I said earlier, I haven't seen Eleanor in 2 days."

"I haven't seen Louis in 2 days but you don't see me busting my arse to go see him do you?" He argued.

"Well you two don't live together." I reasoned.

"But babyyy." He went back to whining, realizing he didn't have any other argument.

"No buts." I said and planted a kiss on his lips.

He tried to deepen it but I pulled away before he could. He pouted and I kissed his bottom lip before climbing off of him.

"Give me a ride home?" I asked, putting back on my heels.

I don't mind wearing heels, but I much prefer converse or something. But if its what Harry likes, then so be it.

"Ok." He answered, obviously not happy.

He put on his shoes and we were out the door.

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"I'll see you tomorrow babe." He left a kiss on my lips and then I got out.

I waved to him with a smile before going in my house.

"El?!" I called.

No answer.

"Eleanor?!" I called again.

Still not home. And she gets on me about getting home late. I shrugged it off again and went upstairs to take a shower. As I was washing, I closed my eyes. I don't care if I had a dirty fantasy about Harry again, its different between us now.

"Yeah." He moaned as I left open-mouthed kisses on his chest, occasionally licking his tattoos. I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants, making me smirk to myself. I slid one hand down his body and cupped his hard-on, making his breath hitch in his throat. I moved my hand up and down, palming him slowly while kissing down his torso. "Harder.." He muttered. I obeyed him and started palming him faster while pressing down harder. He was a moaning mess under me, occasionally letting out a few groans. I pressed down harder and he bucked his hips up into my hand. "Baby..." He moaned. "I don't--unh--wanna cum--ohh--like thisss." I took my hand off of his bulge and hooked my fingers around the elastic of his boxer briefs, slowly pulling them down. Once they got over his cock, his erection sprang free. He winced as the cold air hit his throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around it, barely fitting it in my hand, and started stroking it slowly. He groaned and bucked his hips up. "Jasmine..." He moaned. "More. Please." I smirked and took the head in my mouth, sucking on it hard. "Yeah. That's it." He breathed out. I took all that I could into my mouth, using my hand for the rest of it. "Shit." He whispered and his hands went to my hair. He thrusted upwards into my mouth and let out a loud, throaty groan while throwing his head back.

I was torn out of my dirty fantasy about Harry because of my phone ringing. I stepped out of the shower and dried my hands before answering.

"Hello?"

"Hey boo."

I smiled.

"Hey."

"Whatcha doin?"

"Taking a shower?"

"Pictures or you're lying." Even over the phone I could see that signature smirk of his.