meet me in the hallway |h.s|

36 | four

shadows come with the pain that you're running from
love was something you never heard enough

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"Fuck, Harry-" I get cut off by my own moan. Harry's not holding back as he thrusts his fingers faster into me.

My grip on his biceps tightens and I can't help, but dig my fingernails in his skin, not caring if I'm gonna break it, moaning again.

"You like it fast, yeah?" He whispers in my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth and softly nibbling it.

The pressure in my lower stomach is unbearable and I know it's taking longer because he's not stimulating my clit at the same time.

"I know what you want," he whispers, stopping the thrusts to slowly curl his fingers inside me, therefore frustrating me even more.

I whine in response and start circling my hips to find some relief. He has been doing this for the past half hour, and I can't take it anymore and he knows exactly what I need right now. He knows it because we've done this more times now and he found out how to drive me crazy. I guess edging me is one of them.

But I'm not gonna lie, he's rougher with his fingers since he saw Marissa at the club a few weeks ago. She triggered something in him and I came to understand that being rough it's his way to cope with that.

"Touch yourself," he demands, his voice deeper. I can't think straight when he talks to me like that while he's touching me.

I bring my fingers to my clit without even thinking. I don't care that he's right beside me. It feels too fucking painful that he's not letting me come.

"Touch yourself like I would," he says and begins to suck on my neck, making me roll my eyes back.

I begin to circle my fingers on my clit, trying to do it the same way he does and I moan again.

Fuck, this feels like it's too much.

"Oh fuck," I whisper, tossing my head back. The feeling is pleasing though, and it's making the pressure build faster deep in my belly.

Harry pulls away from my neck and looks down at the mess between my legs, smirking.

"Such a good girl." He says, thrusting his fingers again.

Fuck me.

"I'm gonna come," I moan in between pants, circling my fingers faster to match Harry's pace as my legs begin to shake a little.

After a few seconds, I arch my back off the mattress and curl my toes as both feelings make me hit my climax harder than I expected.

"You're so tight around my fingers," he says, both of us slowing our paces to ride me off my high. Harry slips his fingers out of me when I'm done, and I bring my hand from my clit to the side of my hip.

Fuck, that was intense.

He surprises me when he brushes his drenched middle finger over my lower lip.

"Open," Harry orders as I try to catch my breath but I do what he says.

His eyes stay glued on my lips as he slowly pushes his middle and ring fingers inside my mouth, and I don't hesitate to suck them clean, swirling my tongue around them as I taste myself. He rolls his eyes back at the view and I feel him grow harder on the side of my hip. That shit must be painful.

I feel like I should also do something, and I feel like I'm being too selfish when he's the only one doing this to me. To be honest, I wanna have him moaning my name too.