7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Ali
His hands grip my hips possessively, lifting me as I line him up against my entrance and I slide down on him, moans escaping us both as he fills me to the hilt.
Fuck, he’s big. I’ve never been with a guy like him, but I’m not telling him that. The man has a big enough ego for the both of us. It’s one last night, I’ll fuck him out of my system and then he leaves, and I’ll have to see him maybe once a year. We’ll pretend this never happened.
Keep living that de lu lu life, Ali girl.
I rotate my hips, lifting slightly, moving up and down, slow and steady. I’m gonna drag this out like you wouldn't believe.
His lust-filled eyes meet mine and I throw my head back, bracing my hands on his thick thighs, pushing my breasts up to his face. His hot tongue swipes through my cleavage, a blissful gasp escaping my lips. God, that feels good. I start to reach around to unclasp my bra, craving his mouth on my nipples, but I stop myself.
No, keep it on.
Ignoring the thoughts in my head, I pick up the pace, my orgasm building already. His grip on my hips tightens, lifting me before slamming me back down, my breasts almost bursting free from my bra from the force. He thrusts his hips up and he’s hitting that spot that makes my vision blur.
“Do you know how hot you look bouncing on my cock, baby?”
I groan at his words; Harry is a dirty talker and I secretly love it.
“Well take a photo, H, because this is a one-time show.”
He mutters something but I don't catch it.
I continue to ride him, grinding my hips, enjoying the way my clit rubs against the dusting of hair on his groin.
“That's it, ride me.”
My walls tighten and he must feel it too because he moans out my name. “You are so fucking tight, Ali baby… fuck.” His hips continue to move at the same rhythm as mine, and just as I reach the edge, he gives one final thrust, I bear down on his shaft, my walls spasm and I go off. My body shudders as bolts of pleasure coarse through me.
I come down from my high, my gaze traveling to his toned abs and the tattoos that run from his chest down to his biceps. I note the large one on his chest that is amongst other designs. It looks like a military crest from the little knowledge I have. I’ve never met or been with anyone that’s been in the military until him. I press a kiss to chest over the tattoo, licking up towards his neck, his jaw and landing on his lips. A low growl escaping his lips as I press mine firmly to his.
“Fuck, you’re unreal,” he says huskily, his large hands squeezing my ass cheeks. I rise, sliding off him and collapsing down next to him. Without thinking I rest my head on his shoulder, and his head comes down to rest on mine. That was, intense. My heart still beating erratically I go to speak but he gets up and walks over to his pants pocket. “Hope you've got another one in you.”
What?
I watch as he removes the used condom, tossing it in the trash can next to the bed, and removes another from his pants pocket.
He walks towards me, pulling my hips to the edge of the couch, and then flips me over. I hear the sound of foil ripping; I grip the back of the coach as he slides back inside me with ease.
His fingers weave into my hair, tugging my head back. “Tell me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours,” he growls.
“I can’t. I don’t think I can…” I’ve no idea how I’ve got anything left in me or am holding myself up at this point because holy shit, can this man fuck.
“Yes, you can,” he groans between thrusts. “You’ve got another one in you. Tell me to fuck that tight little cunt.”
“Oh, god,” I scream as he hits my G-spot, and I could go off just from that movement alone.
“Tilt those hips for me, baby.”
Without a second thought, I do as I’m told.
“Say it.” His voice is ragged and desperate. God, he needs to stop talking.
At this point, I have nothing to lose. It’s one night. If he wants me to beg, I’ll beg. Hell, I’d probably bark like a dog if he asked me to at this point, I’m completely at his mercy. “Please, H... fuck me.”
“Good girl,” he hisses, his words sending a shiver down my spine as he drives into me with such force, I have to grip the back of the couch to keep myself upright. He doesn't ease up on his assault, each time getting deeper, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. My orgasm bursts out of nowhere and I scream as hot white pleasure rolls through me, and I writhe beneath him.
“That’s it, baby, fucking scream for me.” It’s the orgasm that has no end, wave after wave hitting me, as his fingers find my clit and pinches it bringing a second wave, pleasure pulsing through me, and then I feel it: Harry stiffens and groans as he finds his own release, emptying himself inside me.
He collapses on top of me, his chest heaving like mine, and I welcome the stickiness of his warm, muscular body pressed against mine.
Sex has always just been sex, something to do to either get lost, forget the world, or get what I need and move on, but it's never felt like this. I’ve never really cared about the guy’s pleasure or how they feel, and my body has never responded the way it does to his touch. He makes me feel…something, it’s new and different and I can’t explain it other than I feel cared for, worshipped, appreciated and it makes me feel all warm and tingly thinking about it but then an uncomfortable knot forms in my stomach at the realization that this doesn't go past tonight, and I tell myself it's for the best. Yeah, we could never work, and more to the point, I don't want it to.
But forgetting tonight won't be easy, because it’s different with him.
He presses a kiss to the side of my head, still inside me he whispers, “You're going to be a tough one to forget, Alice Hart.”