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Thirty Eight

Aubrey Hart

His lips mold to mine as my hips shift to rub myself against his thigh, my neediness becoming unbearable as his hands squeeze my ass and his tongue swirls with mine in my mouth.

Ever since Max's party a week ago, Harry and I have been a bit... different.

I know we had a good amount of sex before, but it was never like this. It's like the energy between us has shifted and we can't seem to control ourselves anymore. It's not an occasional thing now, it's at least once or twice a day. Him at my house, me at his, it doesn't matter. We try to be as secretive as possible about it, not wanting our friends to know anything is going on. Still, we've been together for the majority of this past week.

It always starts with "just for tonight", a phrase that holds little to no meaning anymore since it's now every night, and sometimes once during the day as well. I feel like some horny high schooler who just discovered what sex was.

I think we've upgraded from having casual sex to being fuck buddies at this point.

I don't like that we're close enough to have any sort of label at all, but here we are. He's so addictive, it's insane. When I'm not having sex with him, I'm having dreams about him, touching myself to the thought of him, or zoning out as I remember what we did the night before.

I know this is going to end in some sort of extremely messy way, but I don't care. I'm enjoying myself, so our differences and the complicated circumstances aren't going to stop me.

My hips have a mind of their own against him, my moans vibrating onto his lips with each movement. I feel the unbearable pressure between my legs and know I'm not going to be able to keep at the foreplay for much longer.

He tears his lips from mine and smirks up at me as he catches his breath, "That's right, fuck yourself with my thigh."

My eyes squint shut and my head falls to his shoulder in desperation, needing more than just this right now. He knows I need more, too, he just has a thing for begging. I don't mind it. I like taking on the submissive role.

"I don't want that." I whine into his ear.

"What do you want, then?" I hear the satisfaction in his voice as he knows what I'm going to say.

I hold back my reply for a minute, trying to hold out and sound a little less desperate. He kisses down my jaw ever so slowly while he waits for me to speak, making patience a lot harder to maintain. My hormones eventually fog my brain completely.

"I wanna feel you inside of me. Please." I beg desperately, the throbbing heartbeat between my legs definitely noticeable against the skin of his thigh since all I'm wearing is a pair of underwear and one of his t-shirts.

"Oh, I don't know. I was thinking maybe we could stop and play a board game or something." I feel him smirk as he moves his leg to brush against my overly sensitive clit, the contact sending a wave of pleasure through my body and making me moan involuntarily.

He chuckles at my reaction, doing this purposely to get a reaction from me. It's working, of course, but that doesn't mean I'm not annoyed by it.

"Harry." I pull myself off of his shoulder so I can look into his darkened eyes.

"Aubrey." He mocks my tone with a huff, having too much fun with the whole teasing thing.

My eyes trail his face, the stupid smirk on his lips making me roll my eyes as I breathe out through my nose. I shake my head lightly, then meet his gaze as he waits for me to say what I want.