Black & White (Colorful Sequel | H.S)|✔️

45

I'm standing against the cool brick of the building for five freezing minutes before Harry trudges out. He doesn't even spare me a second glance as he grabs my wrists and drags me in the direction of his car. I guess he didn't park it with the valet.

Regardless, he tugs me over to the side of his car and pushes me up against it. Before I can even get a word in, his hands curl up in my hair and he possessively kisses me.

"He put his hands on you," he seethes when we pull apart.

"It was a goodbye hug," I snort, not really in the mood to humor him. Hell, he left me in the freezing weather for so long. "And I left soon enough, no?"

"Could've been sooner," he grumbles before kissing me again, lighter this time. He only pulls away when I'm feeling dizzy due to lack of oxygen. "God, Ellie, you'll be the death of me."

Before I can even formulate a response, he opens the door for me. I numbly get in, still swooning over his words. He's said them before – a lot, actually. Still, it feels so good to be wanted.

God, how did I let him go?

Harry speeds the entire way back to his penthouse. His hand slides dangerously high up my thigh. I withhold a smirk, knowing he really wants to get it on. I bet if I suggested car sex, he'd totally be down. I'm just glad we got our first time out of the way. Since then, it's like my hormones are on overdrive.

The white lobby passes in a blur. He doesn't waste time running me up the elevator. "Harry," I giggle in amusement when he presses the button to his floor twenty times. He ignores me.

When we finally get to his penthouse, his lips urgently crash into mine. His arms wrap around me as he walks me back toward his room, pushing me against his door. I'm so engrossed in him that I don't pay attention to anything around me.

"Is anyone home?" I breathe against his lips. The last thing I need is his newest houseguest, Zayn, to pop out of nowhere. I have to say, he's always been a major cockblock.

"No," Harry replies before sneaking his arm around me and twisting the doorknob. He wastes no time in pushing me to the other side of the door and using one hand to lock it.

His hands round my ass, hitching up my dress as his lips fervently mold into mine. I kiss him back harder. My hormones are getting the better of me and I don't care one bit. I've wasted too much time without him.

I don't know how he's done it, but he's weaseled his way back into my mind, body, and soul. Every second we're not together, I crave to be. He's addicting and I'm addicted.

He takes a step back and lustfully rakes his eyes up and down my flustered body. The look's so intense that I find myself leaning against the door to support my wobbly knees.

Before I know it, he's kneeling in front of me. I tilt my head in confusion. Why the hell isn't he kissing me right now? His hands rub up and down my thighs as he looks up at me through his lashes.

He kisses my sex through my wet underwear. Using his teeth, he nudges the fabric to the side.

Oh my.

"Harry," I squeak, grabbing onto his hair. Suddenly I'm extra squeamish.

"Relax, baby," he murmurs before flicking out his tongue. My knees buckle beneath me. I tightly grip the doorknob to stop me from falling over from the pleasure. Never has he done that while standing up. And now I know why.

I'm going to faint.

His hands spread apart my legs and hold them in place as he tongues his way around inside of me. My head tilts back from the agonizing pleasure. My other hand tightly pulls at his curls in an attempt to control my squeamish behavior.