camp cherry | hs

forty nine

HANA

Harry had been sending me deathly glares for the past hour, very grumpy because after the two minutes of teasing I had done, I'd refused to touch him any more. Instead, I'd sat on his bed with crossed arms and an knowing smile on my face. Even when it had become extremely tempting to break, when he stood at the foot of the bed and stripped of his shirt smoothly, followed by his jeans and then boxers when my resolve still stood strong.

He had smirked at the audible gulp I took as his incredibly hard cock was released, red and leaking at the tip, but I refused to even look at it until his eyes flashed with an evil glint and he wrapped his fingers around his cock, and then I couldn't physically keep my eyes off of the sight. Eventually, he'd gotten himself off in front of me, groaning dramatically as he came all over his hand and then proceeded to slowly lick his skin clean, his gaze not once wavering from mine.

I must admit, it was probably the most difficult thing I've ever done - not touching him - but I somehow managed to refrain and he's pissed about it.

"Harry," I playfully drag out the 'y', wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "I love you," I whisper, nudging his cheek with my nose as he tilts it away from me in an attempt to hide his smile and retain his irritated facade.

He remains silent, smirking as I sigh and press my cheek to his shoulder, although his head immediately shifts to rest against mine and his fingertips stroking my lower back lightly.

Suddenly I hear the few familiar clicks, his head immediately snapping up and catching a small piece of a grey hoodie pulled over someone's head and a camera peaking through a tiny gap in his curtain. I scramble off of him, laying back against the bed as he storms towards the door, ripping it open and searching around the porch and outside of the cabin, returning disappointedly when he comes up empty-handed.

"So fucking creepy, I hate this," he mutters, visibly freaked out as he potters around the room aimlessly messing with random items and drawers, "someone was just fucking... there and we had no idea."

"We'll find out who it is, and we can beat them up," I smile in an attempt to cheer him up, turning genuine when he returns the gesture, flopping down on top of me with an exaggerated groan. "Harry, you're crushing me."

"Hm," he mumbles, not really caring. He yelps and instantly rolls off of me when I pinch his nipple, his hands covering them all awkwardly, "excuse you."

"What?" I raise my eyebrows innocently, trailing my touch across his firm chest.

"You're so mean, Cherry," he frowns.

"I'm nice, just not to you."

"Why?"

"'Cause you're a bitch," I tease, poking his dimple that appears as he chuckles airily, "and I don't like you."

"You don't like me?" he repeats bemusedly, shifting onto his side to look at me better.

"Nope," I smile, shaking my head dramatically and trying not to laugh.

"We'll see about that when I fuck you tonight," he grins, fingers digging into the flesh of my thigh.

"No," I groan with a small chuckle, "I can't."