Clueless (H.S)

Chapter 20

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Heres to celebratory smut

Today were stuck at some bus stop along the coast. The managers said that we have like 6 hours of just resting so me and Harry made a plan. While others went off and did their own thing off the tour bus. Harry and I decided to do a car wash.

It's mostly Harry doing all the work, I was just leaning against the bus watching him being shirtless and washing the side of the bus with a soapy cloth. His chest glistened in sweat as he moved his arms to wash the bus. His muscles acting as a movie I was so intently watching. I could stay here all day. He has a body of a god.

"Are you gonna help or..." Harry said, snapping me out of my thoughts. He didn't even look at me as he said it, he just continued to wash the bus. How does he always know when I'm staring at him?

"I'm quite enjoying myself watching you do all the work," I replied keeping my eyes on him as I folded my arms to my chest.

"Trust me, angel, I know." He smirks this time, facing me to show his devilish smile. I can't help bursting out in laughter. He always knew what to say to make me laugh.  His facial expression told me he wasn't in a joking mood as he stopped what he was doing and turned to me completely.

He walks towards me with the cloth in his hand. He stands right in front of me leaving 2 inches of space. My laughter ceases and I look into those mesmerizing eyes. I see that they're filled with lust. I gasp a bit when his hips push me further into the side of the bus. He slowly brings his hands in front of us, each holding an end of the soapy cloth. He twists his wrists right over my chest, causing the sudsy water to leave the cloth and slide down my body. After he rings out the cloth of any soapy water left, he brings his hands to my chest and rubs the substance all down my chest and arms, making sure to cover me in soap. I gasp at his sudden actions even though I'm extremely turned on now. I think he can sense my arousal as when he brings his lips closer to mine but still not connecting them.

"My dirty, dirty, girl," He whispers lowly. His eyes scan my body as he bites his lip. My black bra is completely visible since my white tank top is soaked. Along with my underwear, I thought. He could turn me on just by looking at me. He has no idea what he makes me feel. I decided to find some confidence finally and reply to him.

"Princess in the streets, Daddy's good girl in the sheets."

He reacts immediately by grabbing my hands and pinning my arms above my head on the bus. His hips push against mine even more making me feel his prominent bulge. He groans and closes his eyes momentarily. Once he opens his eyes again, he looks at me, his eyes turned a noticeably darker shade.

"You're about to be Daddy's good girl in the streets too if you ever say something like that again." He breathes out warningly.

I moan at his words and bucking my hips forward unintentionally but his words turn me on so much I couldn't help it. We're in public on the side of the road for fucks sake but I didn't care. We were on the other side of the bus facing away from traffic but in public nonetheless.

"Fuck baby, you're asking for it." He hums in my ear as he starts rolling his hips over mine. As soon as I whimper from his actions, he stops. He grips the bottoms of my shorts and pulls them down along with my underwear. His actions are rough and fast, desperate to take all my clothes off. His hands fly to the top of my tank top and grabs the collar in both his fists as he rips it right down the middle. He growls as he sees my boobs covered in sudsy water. He rids me of my bra and I'm a moaning mess even though he hasn't even touched me yet.