My body twitches and breathy moans escape from my lips as he rears up beast-like to study me.
I move my hips closer to him, smooshing up and down against his hand as he rubs, faster, with more pressure. He drives flush up against me, his entire hand smearing up and down my oh-so-sensitive lips.
Pressure builds in my lower half, a tight orb of release just growing and sizzling as he moves his hand quicker. He stares at me with hunger and fascination, as though there’s no other sight he’d rather be drinking in.
Outside, I can still hear people. Voices raised in a runner’s chant. A bird tweets.
Clap-clap-clap.Footsteps pass right outside the window.
I lean up and grab Harry’s free arm, biting through the fluffy fabric of the hoodie, clamping on to his arm to stop myself from screaming.
“F-fuck,” I whisper, voice muffled. “I’m going to—”
“Do it,” he barks quietly, a private direction just for me. His breath caresses my neck and my ears as he brings his mouth closer to me. “Come for me, Grace.”
“Ahhhh,” I cry, and then bite even harder on to his arm.
I buck and writhe as the orgasm assails me from a thousand different directions.
My pussy releases its ecstasy and I feel my juices soaking my panties.
I grab his face and bite his lip, tasting him, tanginess filling my mouth when I realize I’ve pricked blood.
“I’m s-sorry,” I pant, lying back as my lower half finally stops doing its dang rodeo routine. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Sorry?” Harry laughs harshly. “Don’t be sorry for that, Grace. That was the hottest damn thing … ever.”
“Ever?” I sass.
I need to regain some control. It was way too easy to let this muscle-bound bad boy dominate me just now, way too easy to just melt into the pleasure.
I stand up and walk into the bathroom, half hoping he’ll follow me. But also hoping he won’t. So, yeah,confusedis the understatement of the century.
I pause at the door, turning to him. His lips are red with hunger and a spot of blood and his obsidian hair is mussed. His eyes gleam as his gaze takes massive greedy gulps of me.
“Would you mind giving me a minute?” I say. “I’ll be out soon.”
He rises leisurely from the bed, a man with all the time in the world.
I glance at the window, glad the blinds are closed, but there’s no way I can know for sure if anybody heard us. On top of everything else, I need to worry about making life for myself difficult here. Are sponsors going to want me if they know about me and Harry …
Not that thereisa me and Harry.
Well, apart from me tricking him and dumping his ass, of course.
Maybe I can tell myself that that’s why I just had the best orgasm of the last few years, huh?
It’s all part of the game.
“Take all the time you need,” Harry says.
I wait as he walks toward the door, telling myself I so don’t care about how ambiguous his tone was right now. Is he angry at me for not just straight-up fucking him? If he is, he’s the biggest ass-hat in the history of ass-hats. I’ve already crossed a line with what we just did.
He opens the door silently, gripping the edge of it. His knuckles are white and part of me wishes I could reach through his soft, wavy hair and into his mind, just to figure out exactly what’s going on.
“See you outside,” he says after a long pause.
I have a feeling he was going to say something else, but decided against it.
