As I slowly open my eyes and take in my surroundings, I know I'm not at my house. I'm laid against something hard.

I slowly move up and notice I'm laying on Harry's thigh, trying to adjust to just waking up, what even is the time right now.

I sit up and look at Harry who had one hand on my side and the other over his head, he looks peaceful as he sleeps, oddly sexy.

He stirs in his sleep, I can't tell if he's going to wake up. I can't exactly leave right now, I have no clue where my phone is either. I should wake him up.

I spot my phone on the floor, without trying to wake Harry up. It's five am, Jesus Christ it's early. Why am I wide awake, what time did we end up falling asleep? Why did I fall asleep? I wasn't meant to stay here, the plan was dinner, film and then I drove home.

He must've seen my sleep, all I can remember is that Harry put on the next fast and furious movie, we chatted a little about the films and food, nothing off value. I think he was trying to keep it light hearted since the talk about Chris and his mother.

"What time is it?" he scares me as he wakes up.

"Just gone five am, go back to sleep." He rubs his eyes with his hand, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

"Come here." he is so groggy right now, he holds his hand out for me to grab. I take hold and he pulls me into him.

As he pulls me to him, I fall slightly in his lap. I move myself so I'm tucked back into his side. Cuddling up to his body, he surely can't be comfortable sleeping in a sitting position.

"Harry, you can't be comfortable like this." He still has his eyes closed, is he asleep already,

"I've slept in worse places love, I'll be good." What does that even mean, why would he have slept in worse places. This man is one big mystery.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I place my hand on his abdomen and look up at him.

"It means what it means, why question it" he just shrugs his shoulders and lulls his head back on the sofa.

"You are a very peculiar man." He has his arm round my shoulder, stroking his thumb over my bare skin, I forgot I still only have my vest on. His calloused thumb stroking my skin is creating goosebumps over my skin.

Why am I feeling this way, especially this early in the morning. I know Harry is awake and knows what he's doing, he told me yesterday that he knew how to rile me up, I hope that's not what he's trying to do now.

He seems to always try to do this whenever we are together, hide talking to me about personal things, he does this by turning me on, I hate the way my body reacts to him, I'm surprised I held out last night the way I did.

The littlest touch from him as me wet, these thoughts that go through my head about this man on a daily basis, we still havent had sex and I don't think I want to yet, I'm not ready to go the full way wth him yet.

"Just go back to sleep." He expects me to go back to sleep after he's sat here stroking circles into my shoulder.

"I'm not tired." I'm horny now.

I tiptoe my two fingers up his chest, up to his jaw. Stroking the slight stubble on his jawline. I have to clench my pussy at the thought of riding his face. I'm now making myself all worked up.

"Love, what games are you playing?" He stares directly at me, looking down at me. I bite my bottom lip as I stroke over his chest. These little moments where we just stay here touching each other and not in a sexual way.

"I'm not playing any games." He moves his hand to my back, he knows I haven't got a bra on, I caught him staring, I was hoping he made more of a move.

I take charge and sit up, hooking my leg over his lap so I'm straddling him now, I've shocked him but he plays it cool by tracing his hands up my thighs. I then trace my hands up his arm, gripping onto his skin as he grabs a handful of my thigh.

"Luna, you are dancing with the devil here." What is with this man and comparing himself to the villain.

"Why do you do that.?" I try to get my pussy as close to his cock, I need to feel him underneath me, but before I can do anything, he grips my hips to stop me from moving.

"Do what?" He looks confused, as if he didn't just compare himself to the devil.

"Make out like you're some villain, why do you think you're such a bad guy?" I could've at least picked a better time to bring this up, but why not do it whilst you're insanely turned on and sitting on his lap.

"I wasn't aware I did."

"Do you see yourself as some villain?" Luna, really the wrong fucking time to be asking these questions.

"No, but why are you asking me all these questions right now?" I have no fucking clue.

"I want to show you that I don't see you as the villain." He needs someone to show him that he isn't the villain.

"Show me!" Fuck, right time to woman up and put on a show.

I lower my face down to his jaw, kissing along his jawline, "Do you know how you make me feel Harry?"

I grab his hand, sliding both our hands into my jogger bottoms. I place his hand on the outer part of my underwear to show him how wet I am for him.

"You are fucking soaked, you dirty fucking girl." His words, we can't let him take charge now.

"That's all for you, are you going to be my good boy now?." As I say this I wrap my hand around his throat and gently squeeze the sides of his neck, I didn't forget that he had a pain kink, I'm just experimenting with how far I can go.

He still has his hands gripping into my thighs, the sensation of his fingers getting tighter every time I look at him just increases the wetness in my underwear.

I feel comfortable enough around him to try new things, to want to experiment when it comes to being sexual, we've got this mutual trust when it comes to our bodies, they react every time we are together.

I can feel his erection grow underneath me, the feeling of his rock hard cock against my wet core has me trying to hold back a moan.I feel way too clothed right now.

I loosen my grip on his throat and get up off his lap.

"What are you doing?" he sits right up, maybe he thinks I want to stop.

"I'm way too clothes for this, and I'm closing your door. I do not need your dog to walk in right now." I quickly close his living room door, walking back over to him.
I stand in between his legs so his face is eye level with my cunt right now. "Give me your hands." He places his hands in front of me. I grab them and make him help me take my bottoms off.

He loops his fingers in the waistband and looks at me as we both slowly pull my bottoms down, I keep my underwear on, I don't need them off yet.

"You are so fucking sexy right now, do you know that?" I am trying my hardest to feel it right now, but my insecurities are slowly working their way up to the surface.

I don't answer him, as I step one foot and then the other out of my bottoms, my hands are now resting on his shoulders as he tosses my trousers across the room. He slowly grazes his hands up the backs of my legs.

He then looks confused, shit my tattoos.

"Moths? Why?" I just hope he doesn't touch them.

"My favourite insect, they looked cool so I wanted them, can we carry on." There's more to that story but it is a major turn off, so how about I don't tell it right now.

He rubs his thumb over the two tattoos that I have, this small gesture makes me flinch, nobody has been this close to them. I grab his hand away from my tattoos, pushing him back and straddling him again.

I am so glad he has on these thin shorts, as I straddle him again I place my hand back around his throat but don't squeeze him this time, I just keep my hand against him, I lower my head down to his ear.

"I'm in charge for now, so stop asking these fucking questions or I'll get myself off." I can see his Adam's apple retract as I say that, he didn't expect me to be this way. I've always wanted to be in charge in the bedroom, and now knowing he liked that spurs me on even more.

"Yes ma'am" as I kiss back down his jaw, I lower my hand down his chest. Pulling his t-shirt up in order to take it off, I want to feel his bare chest against me.

He lifts his arms in order for me to take his top off, once it's off I then toss it across the room the same as he did with my trousers.

I place both my hands on his chest, "You are unbelievably sexy right now Harry, just sitting here underneath me doing what I say" Too surprise him, I slowly drag my hand down to the front of his waistband.

"Luna seriously stop teasing."

"Me, I'm not a tease." I kiss across his collarbones, trying to rile him up, let me know what he likes.

His chest is heaving up and down from his heavy breathing, I slowly get off his lap and kneel between his legs. Grabbing his thighs, the tiger tattoo he has is fucking amazing.

I grab the waistband of his shorts and he shifts up a bit so I can take both his shirts and boxers off, watching his cock spring up, fuck the thought of that in me has me clenching.

"Luna come on" he's agitated, he hates being teased.

"I'm just having my own fun" I start to kiss his thighs, he has his own hands gripping onto the sofa, I can hear him swallow a moan.

Sucking and licking at his thigh tattoo, slowly working myself up to his cock, I've seen it before but it still Amazes me every time.

I gently grip the base of his cock, which makes him breath out a breathy moan, I start to slowly stroke at him, I never move my eyes from his hold. I lick my lips as he tries to catch his breath.

"Is that what you wanted Harry for me to touch you, if you want my mouth your going to have to beg for it" I will make him work for this.

"I'm not begging, I don't beg" he wants to make the rules, nope not today.

"Fine, get yourself off" I remove my hand from his cock and start to trace my hand over my breasts, circling my nipple with my index finger.

"Fuck, fine. Luna please let me Fuck your mouth" that was rushed.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to hear you say please let me fuck your mouth, I've been such a good boy" I'm still playing with my boobs right now as he sits there stark naked.

I can hear him curse under his breath, I know he's embarrassed or nervous but I want him to know he can let his guard down with me.

"I've been a good boy Luna, please just let me use your mouth" it works for me.

I sit back up on my knees, my hands on the tops of his thighs, I reach for his cock again, this time making sure my head is closer to it then I was before.

I blow on the tip, which makes him moan. A guttural moan that is panty soaking, this also makes him flinch. Like it's a new feeling to him, has no one taken their time with him.

"Harry, has anyone focused on your pleasure before" if I'm the first person then I do feel special.

"You're the first woman to tease me and test my patience, usually a woman would have my dick halfway down her throat by now, but I prefer what you're doing." Not a fan of the mention of other women but I did ask.

As he says that I spit on the tip of his cock, I made first eye contact with him as I did this and if it was possible you'd think he got harder.

"Fuck me"

As I swirl my tongue along the base of his cock, I can see my own spit sliding down him, a bit of pre cum leaks out, I use my thumb to collect the cum and place it in my mouth.

"I won't last much longer if you don't do something"

I then take him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down his length, I think I might love sucking this man's dick, it's intoxicating.

He grabs my hair into a ponytail, holding tight borderline pulling my hair, the sensation of all of this is so fucking amazing. He pushes my head down, he thinks he's taking charge.

I let him push my head down, I'm lucky I don't have a gag reflex, with my hand still gently gripping the base, I can hear my spit all over his cock.

I am beyond wet right now, I need some relief. I use my free hand to go between my legs to try and relieve some of the pressure building up.

"You dare put one finger near that cunt and I will be flipping you over and spanking you so fucking hard" fuck, I do as he says as much as I want to be spanked, I don't want it right now.

"I'm close luna, be the needy fucking slut you are and take me like a good girl" how has he gained the energy to talk this much.

I hollow out my cheeks as I keep sucking at him, I can hear him grunt and moan above me, all of a sudden his release hits the back of my throat and I quickly swallow.

He lets go of my hair and sinks into the sofa, I can feel the tears that roll down my cheeks and my mascara has probably run, but I don't care because that was so fucking erotic.

"Come and sit next to me" Harry pats the space next to him as I get up knees nearly give in from the way I'm feeling right now.

"That was an exceptional blowjob, now it's my turn to please you." Just as he says that my phone starts to ring.

"Ignore it, it's probably Z" I tell him, in order for him to carry on.

He turns his body so he can face me better, he starts placing small kisses over my shoulder but my phone rings again.

"Luna just get it, it might be important." I roll my eyes but get up and grab my phone.

I pick it up and the caller ID says max, what the fuck does my brother want, he never fucking calls me. I look at Harry and he can see the concern in my face.

He gets up and puts his shorts on.

"Who is it?"

"My brother" he looks shocked, I don't think I mentioned to him I have a brother let alone any type of family.

"You have a brother, since fucking when"

"Since the day I was fucking born Harry now shut up." I don't mean to be rude but Max hates me.

"Brother, what do I owe this pleasure" he drones on about how I haven't bothered with mum, and the families falling apart as if that's my fault.

"What do you expect me to do about it, mum doesn't talk to me and dad hates me" Harry is just stood there looking at me as if he has no fucking clue what to do.

"Fuck off Max, you always do this. Blame me I haven't been home in 6 months, don't bring this bullshit fake sob story to me." I'm so angry right now.

He goes on about how I was toxic, mum was mentally ill she didn't know what she was doing, it's my fault dad and her split up.

He is practically shouting down the phone at me now. I hate when he fucking does this. Belittles me and makes everything out to be my fault.

"It's their fault their marriage fell apart, stop fucking blaming me...no I will not mind my language im a grown adult"

"Max I don't give a fuck" I hang up, I can't be dealing with his fucking lectures anymore.

"So a brother" I am way too pissed off for this.

"Well done Sherlock, what gave that away?" I grab my bottoms from the floor and put them back on. I need to go, I need to be alone.

"Don't get pissed at me, I was only asking"

"I'm not getting pissed at you....where the fuck is my jumper." When I turn he has my jumper in his hand.

"You are pissed at me, what did he want?" God.

"It doesn't matter, but I need to go." He looks sad when I say I need to leave.

"Why? What did he say" fucking hell.

"Harry leave it, I'm not going to talk about it now alright, I don't have the fucking mental capacity to tell you right now so just drop it, I dropped talking about your mum so do this for me" I shouldn't use that against him, I'm being a cunt.

"Whatever Luna, just fuck off" I knew this wouldn't go well, I should never of answered the phone.

"Don't be a cunt" I really don't want to argue with him but I can feel it going that way, it's only 8am now but this day has already been written off.

"You're in my house, having a go at me I have very right to be a cunt"

"I'm leaving now so this cunt will be out of your fucking hair" I grab my keys and my shoes not bothering to put them on.

He doesn't say shit to me, he just stands there watching me storm about his house, I walk out the front door and slam his door shut.

All this because of my fucking brother, I can't tell Harry my fucking family life, that's a whole different fucking situation in itself.

I get into my car which is Parked on the side of the road, I sit in the driver's seat and the tears start rolling down my face.

Breathing trying not to full on breakdown outside of Harry's house, me and him do not fucking work.

We get along for a few hours then one of us explodes, how the fuck do we expect to stay in each other's lives if all we can do is be sexual.

The way I now have to deal with my family on top of Harry, just adds to my fucking stress.

I know Max won't leave me alone now, he will still try to get in contact until I agree to whatever he wants.

Family, I wish I could fucking pick them.