Chapter 17 Harry
Harry
Five days wasn’t enough to stem my need.
I gave in, my fingers tight around him as he took me in a kiss so quick that my breath vanished and all that was left was him.
I flung my arms around his neck, praying that any consequences were imaginary. I could kiss him once before I told him to leave, and then I’d never have to worry again.
I groaned as he took me deeper, answering me with a moan of his own that fed me. Before I knew what I was doing, I’d edged closer. I needed his body against mine more than my pride.
He released my fingers and, before I could say a word, his hands were on my hips, pulling me close, his hard cock pressed up against mine.
“Harry,” he snapped as he pulled back from the kiss, his chest heaving as he hit me with a fierce glare. “Do you know how much I fucking love you?”
Why was he angry when I had brought him here to rage at him for what he had done to me?
“It doesn’t matter,” I replied with equal tenacity, echoing the words that scared me so much when he first kissed me. “It doesn’t change anything.”
Even though I held him closer and tugged him back to me so I could kiss him again. My eyes closed, my senses faded, but all I needed was right there in front of me, fuelling my need with every sweep of his tongue.
He kissed me with the same passion he took me with before. My heart opened, sighing in relief at how good he tasted, at how our lips and bodies moved together so perfectly. I lifted my hands, clutching his forearms.
“It changes everything,” he said as his fingers dug harder into me.I wanted a repeat so badly; I wished there was some way we could fuck without it destroying me.
There was no resistance in me as our chests pressed together, clothes rustling, breaths hurried. Anything I’d said before about staying away from me was completely wiped away as desire took me over.
He deepened the kiss, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, licking me before he kissed me again.
“Dom,” I groaned. With my eyes closed, I was more sensitive. I expected him to kiss me again, but he pulled away from me. As quickly as he had kissed me, he suddenly spun me, my thighs bumping the edge of the desk.
I gasped as his chest hit my back and he thrust his cock against me, the thump of his hips on my ass going straight to my cock.
I would have fallen forwards onto the desk, spread myself out for him, if he hadn’t grabbed my chest and pulled me up to him. And I let him.
One hand kept me firm against his hip as his lips brushed my ear.
“I could bend you over and fuck you right here, you know that, right?” He pressed his cock harder against the crease of my ass and lightly bit my ear. “What do you think, handsome? Do you want to feel my cock sliding into you the same way you fucked my throat?”
Passion burned through me, my cock already hardening. And I wasn’t even ashamed at how much I wanted it after everything he’d done to me.
What he had done or what I needed to say to him didn’t matter because his hand left my hip and swept to my crotch. As soon as he clenched my cock, my whole body jerked against him.
“Dom!” I shouted, but it didn’t make a difference. Anything else I wanted to say was thrown away as he massaged me through my trousers. The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t even turn my head to look at him. All I could do was fall back into him, rubbing my body against his as I moaned.
And he didn’t make me wait.
“Harry,” he hummed, the sound travelling through my chest. “You’re not going to stop me, are you?”
I grit my teeth as the hand that had been holding me against his chest, stroked upwards. His finger and thumb pressed against either side of my neck, the web of his thumb pinning me against him. “I’m not waiting this time,” he warned. “I don’t have the patience.”
“You shouldn’t even—” But I couldn’t finish, groaning as the button of my trousers popped free.
“There’s a world of difference between what I should do and what I’ll actually do, handsome. This past month has shown you that.”
Which was the perfect thing for him to say as he lowered my zip and wrapped his fingers around my cock.
Another jolt, another cry, another opportunity for him to fasten to my neck and kiss my birthmark.
“God, you feel so good,” he murmured.
If he hadn’t done what he did, tricked me, lied to me, cheated me out of something I didn’t even know I had, I would have happily let him do whatever he wanted. I’d cancel all my meetings, tell Anita to go home so I could moan as loud as I wanted without worrying that anyone might hear us.
Just so I could be his.
And it was that thought that had me rutting forwards into his hand, pleasure bursting through me as his teeth rode my neck.
I whimpered as he stroked me, any trace of the man who had fiercely fucked Dom’s face gone. I wanted him to take away all the hurt, let me forget about everything that he’d done, and everything I was doing to Molly as his fingers pressed harder against my throat.
Each time he reached the base of my cock, he ground his hips against my ass. And I needed to feel him. Not just pressed against my body; I wanted his heart.
I reached down, my hand finding his wrist, clasping it and holding him as he picked up speed.
I found his rhythm, roughly thrusting with him.
Each time he drew his hand back, I thrust back into his hard cock.
And when he stroked forwards, I chased the feeling of his hot hand.
Especially when he palmed my cockhead before my hips bucked back again.
“Fucking hell, Harry,” he groaned, loosening his tight grip on my neck, “Keep at it. Just like that.”
It was so stupid, but I turned my head, bringing him down to me, kissing him over my shoulder as his hand sped up.
His body stayed flush against mine, but I still needed him closer as he licked my tongue.
It didn’t matter that it was my office, or that there were people outside.
The windows were covered, and it was only Dom and I in that space where our bodies connected and I didn’t have to feel anything but him.
I kept thrusting, both my hips and my tongue concentrated on the pure sensation of him. No thoughts, no feelings, just raw desire that he conjured up inside me at a single touch.
He sighed as he pressed hard against my birthmark.
My eyes shot open as he broke the kiss. “I’ve wanted to taste you here for so long,” he said, his gaze dropping to the caramel patch of skin that was my birthmark.
“Don’t say things like that.” I glared at him as he focused on me again. I didn’t want to hear any more about how much he wanted me. I just wanted to pretend this was nothing more than sex.
“You’re fucking my hand, handsome. I can say whatever I want.”
I groaned as I pressed harder into him, slowing down, drawing out my pleasure.
His lips pressed against my birthmark again, and I sank, every nerve burning with pleasure.
“I wondered if you’d ever remember,” he said as he licked the mark.
“What—” I gasped as I ground back onto his cock. “Dom, what are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about, Harry.
You don’t have to pretend,” he groaned against my neck.
“That morning when you woke up in my bed. All the way back in uni. Pretty much the first month we met. And you acted like you didn’t remember that I sucked your dick.
” He pressed his tongue against my skin.
I had to move; I needed to look at him to see if he was telling the truth, but lust had already taken me over.
He shifted his hold, his hand leaving my hip to push past the lapel of my jacket and find my nipple pressed against the inside of my shirt.
It was easier to concentrate on how good it felt, his warm hand clasped around me, his fingers firm as my knees grew weak.
“I couldn’t stand the idea that you didn’t want me, and that your girlfriends always took priority,” he said quietly, his frantic movements slowing as he pressed his forehead against my shoulder.
The words sank in, the dots connecting. My eyes closed as snippets of his words rushed through my mind. All those times I’d heard his voice when I stroked myself, all those images of him kissing me, climbing down my body, of loving me with his mouth – was that all real?
“Dom.” I needed him to stop. The words were spiralling, eating deep inside me, the pain in my chest freeing in a way that I hadn’t expected.
“It took me so long to realise what you really meant to me,” he groaned. “I’m so sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”
Each word was a balm to the ache that gnawed at me because of his betrayal. I meant what I said; his love didn’t make it better, but his touch did.
“I love you,” he murmured against my neck, thrusting against me, and I cried out.
He trailed his lips across my cheek as his other hand rose over my neck, pushing at my chin again.
Our gazes locked, our feelings fully splashed across our faces. My eyes were wide with shock, his soft and full of hurt.
He stole my breath in another kiss, nibbling my bottom lip, giving my cock another firm stroke.
His hips circled, and memories of his fingers deep inside me flew through my mind as my whole body pulsed with desire.
A muffled moan fell from me as he pressed his thumb against my slit, squeezing slightly.
I couldn’t move anything but my hand on his and my lips as we kissed, the pleasure so intense that I needed the desk to keep me stable.
“Dom, I—” I choked as his thrust thudded through my ass.
“I love you,” he said, watching me, his raw emotion feeding my own. “I love you,” he repeated, my heart swelling so fiercely that it pushed me over the edge. He kissed me again, and I groaned against his mouth as pleasure seared through my blood, burning my body with pain as I came.
I stayed pressed against him, letting him stroke me through it.
There were papers on the desk: reports, balance sheets, and proposals, along with my open laptop. My cum landed on all of them, and I didn’t care.
“You are so fucking amazing,” he sighed happily as his thumb brushed my neck, reaching for my lips again. I could feel his heartbeat through my back, our rapid breaths feeding each other.
Closing my eyes, I let him kiss me for the last time. The realisation was sinking in, of what I’d done, of what I’d given him, of how I’d let him get away with so much.
“I love you,” he murmured again, and I was dangerously close to believing him.
I bent forwards, breaking our grasp on my cock, my hand leaving his neck, giving myself space. I pressed my palm flat against the surface of my desk to support myself. Because it was far too easy to lean against Dom’s chest and let him carry me away.
My anger revived, piercing through me. I had invited him here so he could apologise to me, to give him a chance, to find an actual reason that what he’d done was somehow acceptable.
Not so he could fuck with me.
He stepped back, giving me some space. There was a moment of silence before he drew in a heavy breath, preparing to say something. But all the hurt that had been cleansed by his lips came back with full force.
“Get out, Dom,” I said quietly, my eyes glued to the spread of cum on my desk, shivering at how far I felt I’d fallen.
“Harry…”
“I said, get out!” I shouted.
I kept my head down, his footsteps dull on the plush carpet that covered my office.
My trembling grew harder the longer he was in the room with me, and I grit my teeth, clutching at whatever sanity I had left.
Pressing harder into the surface of my desk kept me grounded. When he left, I could try to work out what I was going to do about him, and about everything.
He paused by the door, my body tensing further. I didn’t want to hear anything else. I was weak enough already. “I’m not giving up, handsome. I won’t let you go.”
My head snapped up. “You don’t have a choice anymore. You stopped having one the moment I found out what you did.”
Dom winced at my harshness, but it was well deserved.
He held my gaze for a moment, searching me for something, but he wouldn’t find anything. Too much had changed, and I couldn’t tell who I was anymore.
“That’s fine, handsome. You go back to your colourless life. But it’ll be interesting to see how long you last. I’ll be here as soon as you need me.”
My sneer felt so natural I wanted to wipe it away. “I won’t. Get rid of any expectations you have of me,” I said, pressing my tongue hard against the roof of my mouth to stop the sting of pain and bloody guilt threatening to pour out.
“Yeah.” Dom twisted his lips, sticking his hand in his jacket pocket. “Keep telling yourself that. You know where I’ll be.” He tilted his head, bringing his phone out of his pocket, shaking it with a smirk.
He chuckled as he left, my anger winning over as the door closed behind him.
All that was left was pure shock, and the silence of my office.
I thought Dom would fight harder to be understood. But the best he could do was make me come and admit it was wrong without apologising.
I grabbed my abandoned chair, throwing myself into it, notching my head back to look at the ceiling.
There was still Molly and work to deal with, and the mess on my desk.
But I didn’t care about any of it. Because a single look at Dom had me completely and utterly devastated.
It didn’t matter how much I told him to stay away from me, I was the one who couldn’t stop wanting him.
I knew that my body would keep craving him, and that was nothing compared to my heart.