They met at the wrong time under the wrong circumstances, in a world that was not theirs. They had no choice but to move on from each other.
Five years later, Griffin Walker and Harry Styles meet again. How will it end this time?
LOVE BUILT ON LIE...
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HARRY E. STYLES July, 2020
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
My brother's birthday was definitely an interesting one. I didn't just find out that Alex and Griffin hooked up in the past and that she was the infamous fling he couldn't get out of his head. No. He approached me after dinner and told me that he had no idea it was my Griffin that he was thinking about for so long. Alex told me he had no intentions of getting with her again, or even thinking of her anymore, because he was clearly taken plus he could see how 'head over heels for her' I was. He let it go that night but didn't fail to piss me off with a comment about how lucky I was to be getting in bed with a woman like her.
We barely left the restaurant when Griffin pulled me to the side and apologised to me over and over again for what happened in the past. My only reaction was to laugh because I didn't know what she expected from me. She said she'd completely understand if I wanted to be mad a little bit, but only if it was for like five minutes. In the end, I promised her that I wasn't angry, I simply found it amusing how none of us had a clue about it until tonight.
Even when we got back to the hotel, she told me I was the only man in her life and that she was more than content with me—and my big cock. It didn't take us long to take it to the sheets, naked and completely turned on by the other. She'd been on edge all day and I could sense that with how touchy-feely she was, not to mention the stunt she pulled that morning.
It was absolutely no surprise to find her soaking wet between her soft lips, glistening as the light hit her exposed skin. She begged me the whole night, clinging onto every lick, every whisper, every kiss that I decided to give her. I found beauty in the way her body writhed under my touch, how her voice deepened and pleaded the whole night. Since she took such good care of me all the time, and that morning in particular, I felt it to be my duty to give back. Not to mention how much fun it was for me to make her scream my name and whimper as she'd lose control and give in to the euphoric feeling in the end.
She came three times. First from just my fingers, then just from my tongue before she got both. Next, I fucked her against the massive glass windows, looking out onto the world, which was erotic in its own way, counting to orgasm number four. Around three in the morning, we went for a shower with the intent to go to bed but then the water hit her body, cascading down her gorgeous tits and I was hard again. She sucked me off but didn't let me come until I was buried deep inside of her cunt where she squeezed me until I was a trembling mess. That made up her fifth orgasm.
We did not wake until one in the afternoon the next day.
That was still one of my favourite trips by far. Unfortunately, it was going to be one of the last for a very long time because reality decided to kick me in the ass. I had work and I needed to find a place as soon as possible. My rota was a fucking joke with how they put me in for dinner and breakfast shifts, back to back, for a week straight. That took away the opportunity to look for somewhere as well as the time to see Griffin.
