Conflicted (H.S)

Chapter 3

**SMUT WARNING**

Once inside Harry's giant mansion, all I could see was the crisp white and black furniture scattered around the house. I tried to take in as much as possible while being dragged up the marble staircase to Harry’s room.

We reached the room located at the end of the hallway and Harry twists the knob to show me his bedroom. A floor length window is situated on the right side of his room, a king size bed to the left, and a sofa and flat screen T.V. opposite us. With the alcohol still running though my veins, I felt myself slowly losing my balance. I started to fall but Harry caught me seconds before I hit the ground.

“You okay, babe?” Harry asks with a soft gentle smile plastered on his rosy pink lips.

“I’m fine,” I giggled, regaining my balance and walking over to the foot of the bed. As I sat down, Harry came over and sat right beside me beginning to nibble on my earlobe and slowly bring his mouth down to my neck, sucking slightly. My first instinct was to move my head to the side to allow him more access. It was almost impossible to stifle my moans at this point. Once the moan left my lips, I could feel Harry’s mouth turn into a smirk against my neck, tickling faintly, making me giggle and him suck harder. Harry then takes his mouth off me, taking in his artwork. He moved his thumb over my newly formed hickey, making me shiver and wince at how sensitive my neck was.

Spinning me around to face him, Harry's emerald green eyes darken to an almost black colour, filled completely with hunger, lust, and passion. He gripped the zip on the side of my dress slowly releasing me out of the confines of my pink dress, too slowly if I might add, it was making me want him more and more. Once Harry had the zip all the way down, he gripped the bottom of my dress and brought it up past my head to reveal my almost naked body. Harry took my hips in his hands and helped me up higher onto his huge bed. My legs laid either side of his waist while he positioned himself on top of me, supporting his weight on his legs and arms so he didn’t squash me. Harry smirked taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked down at me.

His eyes swimming with lust, he dipped his head down, placing open-mouthed kisses all over my torso, some hard enough to leave marks to add to collection that was blossoming on my neck. Harry’s face was inches away from mine and the moment came for my lips to kiss his plump rosy ones. Harry slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of it while I moaned loudly against his lips. He pulled away slightly to remove his white t-shirt, revealing a multitude of tattoos scattered on his chest and torso. I sat up slightly, helping him with his belt, which was borderline impossible as a result of the extensive amount of alcohol that was flooding through my veins. I popped the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper as Harry gently pushed me down to lie on my back. He quickly tugged his pants down, kicking them aside. Harry crawled back up the and knelt between my thighs.  

I could feel his body heat radiating off him as he hovered above me. Harry’s hands trailed behind my back, unclasping my bra. He tugged it off a rather forcefully, eager to see the flesh beneath the clothing that was there moments ago. He carelessly tossed my bra aside, only caring about my now exposed chest. Harry dipped his head, eager to let his lips explore my breasts. He placed small kisses all over them, his hands supporting my back as I arch forward at the feeling of him sucking my left breast. My hands moved up and found purchase in his locks, my hand fisting his curls and moaning loudly, and holding him firmly in place.

“Harry,” I moaned as he started his way down my stomach, planting a trail of kisses. His lips landed just above the waistband of my panties, his hands quickly tugging them down soon after. Harry’s head lowered his head further, kissing my thighs towards my centre. Starting to tease me, he nibbled and sucked in certain spots, heightening the feelings running through my nervous system. Harry's name continuously flowed from my mouth. I had a handful of his hair twisted around my fingers while he continued his slow torture on my body. His head came up for a moment, his face highlighted with the biggest smirk. His eye dropped into a wink as he quickly continued on with his previous handiwork.

Harry’s tongue darted inside me and he pumped his tongue in and out of me quickly. Shockwaves pulsed throughout my body, causing me to gasp for air and my back to arch as the familiar feeling flared in my stomach. Harry’s tongue left my entrance and was replaced with one of his fingers. I hadn’t realized how long his fingers were until now. His head came up from in between my thighs as he held the biggest smirk on his face, knowing he was giving me intense and overwhelming pleasure.

Harry brought his lips to mine once again and I couldn't help but moan considering he had a finger buried deep inside me and I could taste myself on his tongue. Adding a second finger, he continued to pump in and out. I tried to pull away as the feeling was starting to get too intense as he curled his fingers inside me. Harry tugged his Calvin Klein boxes down to reveal his hard, thick length.

“You ready?” Harry asked in a cheeky tone, me nodding as he knelt between my legs.

He took hold of himself, slowly easing inside me. A soft whimper left my lips as a slight twinge of pain jolted through me. Harry must be a lot bigger then Jesse. He waited, allowing me to adjust to his size. Immediately nodding, my quick gesture allowed him the permission he needed to continue. Harry began to thrust in and out of me, slow at first but picking up speed as we went on. He continued to thrust into my tight warmth as I moaned his name carelessly. Harry shifted slightly to the left, making me moan the loudest I have all night. Hitting the spot made Harry face light up. He continued to thrust in and out of me hitting the same spot countless times.

“Kira” Harry groaned. I bit my lip, digging my nails into his back as he grunted, thrusting back into me.

“Oh God” I moaned as he continued with this action.

“You can call me Harry” He chuckled. I responded by fisting his curls in one of my hands. I had the desperate urge to give him a hickey as well so I pulled his head down and began my work, leaving a mark on his neck similar to the one on my own.

“Baby, I’m close” Harry moaned louder then he has all night, and I whimpered as his thrusts become sloppy.

“Me too” I moaned against his neck. Harry groaned my name as his head tilted back in pleasure, allowing me full view of his tattooed torso. I moaned feeling my walls tighten around his length, feeling it twitch twice before Harry came inside me, making me reach my high and moan loudly. He continued to thrust in and out of me, riding out both our highs. Harry panted, pulling out of me.

He rolls over, lying beside me. I turned to face him, seeing a giant smirk plastered on his lips.
“Best night I’ve had in a long time.” Harry said, making my cheeks even redder then they should be.

A/N: What do you guys think so far? :)