chapter 23

"What are you doing here?" I whisper in curiosity as he climbs into my room, more expertly than the first time.

"We really need to talk," He whispers, and through the lit up moonlight, I can see Harry's expression serious and a little frazzled.

"Okay..." I contemplated whether or not I should make a sex joke. But judging by his expression, perhaps now wasn't the best time. It scared me a bit, honestly. "What?"

"Listen," He takes my wrist and gently pulls me to the bed. Oh. But he just sits, and looks at me expectantly to do the same. And when I do, he sucks in a breath and I feel my nerves unraveling. "So, Reagan. I know what happened back during the trip-"

"Back? We literally just returned like hardly a day ago-"

"Can I finish?" He says without saying anything witty or making a hasty remark. I simply nod. "We can't do it again."

I raise a brow. Why did my feelings feel hurt? Specifically my sex feelings? Was I not good? But I refused to show it before responding. "Who said we would?"

His eyes narrow and head tilts as he stands before me to look at me peculiarly. "Ray, you and I are as wild as rabbits. We both know it would and will if we keep at it."

I lean back, crossing my legs with a smirk. "If that's what you think, why are you suggesting we end it? I mean, it's fun, isn't it?"

"Well... yeah, but-"

"But... what?" I say slowly, uncrossing my legs and spreading them slowly in front of him, watching his breath hitch, biting his lip before looking away. I laugh, crossing my legs again before speaking, "See, you can't even control yourself around me."

"Ray," He says softly, and I look up at him innocently, "I'm serious. It was a one-time thing. For the sake of the trip. So we wouldn't get kicked off."

"And we didn't-"

"We can't do it anymore."

It's silent for a while, our stares long and lost, rather curious, before I finally say something.

"A one time thing?" I lean forward, elbows resting on my knees with a light scowl, "A one time thing that happened multiple times? Look, whatever. I'm not bothered about that, I'm more bothered about how you wanna talk about this now while looking like you just saw your grandmother naked."

"Be serious-"

"I am," I shrug before eyeing him. My eyes running up and down his body before my smirk makes a reappearance. "But you and I both know we're incapable of doing such a thing."

"We can try-"

"You're right," I nod, standing up and edging closer to him, my eyes glued to the ground while taking slow steps, my lips in a pout as his breathing increases yet again. "We can try. But knowing us..." I reach up, my fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt before whispering, "...we're bound to break."

I look up at him; his eyes wide, dark and wild. He's desperate but trying so hard not to show it.

I slowly swing one leg over him and straddle him at the edge of my bed. He's going weak but hardening in his lower region. My hands rest gently on his shoulders. We're so close I can see his Adam's apple bob taking a nervous gulp.

"Why so nervous?" I tilt my head, a small pout resting at my lips that I know he finds so irresistible.

"Ray..." He whispers, eyes on my lips the whole time, hands unsure of what to do. I'll admit, this is the first time I've ever seen him so vulnerable. It's quite entertaining.

"What?" I whisper back, tucking his hair behind his ear as my fingertips gently graze his skin.

"I- I don't think-" He stammers. "I don't think we should."

"Tell me something," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck affectionately, my sex drive getting the best of me as I purposely grind myself down onto him with an innocent pout. "Is it something you don't think we should do... Or something you don't want to do? You can tell me, Harry. I know no means no. I just want an answer before I get ahead of myself... Just say the word and I'll send you on your way."

"You're asking for my consent?" He scoffs.

"Sexual harassment can happen to a male, too, you know?" I fidget with the neckline of his shirt, breaking eye contact, silently hoping he doesn't want to stop. My arousal is already at its peak.

"What are you, an HR rep? Are you really gonna give me a lesson on sexual harassment while straddling my hard-on?"

I stay silent before smirking, "Is that a yes?"

"Yes to what?" He sighs, his patience wearing thin.

"To your consent." I whisper, bringing my lips to his neck. And at that, I'm thrown on my back and his hungry lips are instantly on mine. One hand on my wrists pinned down above my head, the other gripping my waist, going down until it reaches my thigh and hitched up against his hip.

I whimper at the feel of his hungry lips on my neck.

Our clothes are already being thrown and tossed around the room. His fingers feather lightly over my skin, and I let out a breathy moan as he sucks at the skin below my ear.

He has one hand gripping my inner thigh, nearing and treading slowly towards the place I need him most. I feel myself ache in agony, desperate for his touch, until finally his fingers begin to rub me, slowly and in circular motions before picking up a rhythm and speed.

I'm letting out small moans, ringing in his ear as he leaves wet sloppy kisses all over me. I feel him hard and solid against my thigh as he pushes me towards my orgasm waiting to burst.

The approach is slow and steady, despite his quick pace. My arms are released and lazily slung around his shoulders. My breath coming out in huffs, small whimpers and low groans.

I feel myself reaching that pivotal point. My entire insides lighting up. My fingers closing up and clutching onto his hair for dear life as I reach what was supposed to be the most intense feeling I desired... until he stops.

I'm seconds from exploding when I open my eyes then instantly shut when I feel him push himself inside me. A small and slow pain that I loved so much. It satisfied me the way he slid himself in me, so smoothly and the rush I felt shoot up inside me. I just couldn't wait for what was to come.

His hands gripping my waist as he began thrusting. Eventually he had to put his hand over my mouth because the lip biting was doing me no justice trying to prevent making noise. Even his thrusts were hard which worried me, just for a moment as I was pulled in and out of a blissful euphoria.

He desperately tries not to pound the headboard against the wall. And though the idea of getting caught having sex knowing my parents were just down the hall was arousing, it was also a risk I was not willing to take.

And even with his hand over my mouth, the sound of skin slapping against skin was something we hope and mentally prayed wouldn't awaken anyone up nor get attention.

Shortly after finishing, and coming down from our highs, we lay silence. My eyes feeling heavy, Harry still trying to catch his breath as he rubbed at his eyes.

It's quiet, but only briefly. As I lay there, nearing sleep, Harry's voice snaps me out of my trance as I glance over at him.

"Ray," He breathes, "There's actually a reason I came here."

"If this is your way of asking for round two, at least let me catch my breath," I laugh. But he doesn't. He's quiet; seriousness taking over his features. So, with my sheet wrapped around me, I sit up, concerned. Given what we just did, I figured he'd be in a better mood. "What's up?"

He doesn't look my way; instead he's laying there, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, as if in thought. Then he sits up abruptly, nearly startling me but I don't react. Slowly, his eyes travel up to meet mine, and it's been a while since I'd seen Harry this way. The look on his face, it was difficult to describe. But it wasn't the usual smug look I was used to.

"I know."

I stare at him in silence. I wanna say it was awkward. I mean, it was but not in the awkward I know you know kind of sense. More like the what the hell are you talking about, please elaborate kind of sense.

"Uhh, are you gonna tell me what exactly you know?" I laugh awkwardly, "Or am I supposed to sit here and guess?"

"No," He shakes his head with a small smile.

"No, you're not gonna tell me? Or no-"

"I'll- ugh, I'll tell you," He laughs. "I'm saying I know. About Mikaela."

I raise an eyebrow, "What about her?"

"I know that you told her about us."

I feel like he's waiting for me to look shocked or scared that he knew. But I wasn't. I shrug my shoulders, which shocks him.

"So?"

"So? Ray I thought this was something just between the two of us," He shakes his head, eyes wide and worried.

"Um, no," I tell him casually, "You said it was up to me if I wanted to tell people. We never discussed keeping this a secret-"

"I- Uh," Harry's a stammering mess, suddenly remembering saying so, "I- I didn't think we needed to-"

"Does Jake know about us?" I smirk at him, knowing his answer.

But without missing a beat, Harry replies almost instantly, "No."

My face drops. What? There's no way.

"Oh..." I'm not sure what to say now. I expected Harry to tell me Jake did in fact know about our sex-capades. So, I guess I'm the shocked one now? Given the way Harry's looking at me funny, I assume my expression gives it away.

"Look, all I ask is that you maybe keep this between us? It's nothing personal I just..." He trails off, until he shrugs. "I just like to keep things private."

I snort, "Are you kidding? Since when?"

"Since we got involved-"

"What, did you catch feelings or something?"

"No!" He retorts, then he shakes his head in frustration, "It's just that- I'm very- Ugh, look it's very-"

"All right, all right, you're clearly serious about this. Harry, it was just a joke," I assure him, still with a smug look plastered on my face. "Calm down, spaz."

Using his owns words against him, he rolls his eyes; small smile beginning to form but he tries to hide it.

"I won't tell anyone about us."

"It's not about telling anyone, it's just that I think it's better people don't know," He says and I look at him in wonderment. "It takes the fun out of it being a secret."

"I can get on board with that," I nod. It's not like Mikaela and I have been on the best of terms anyway. Because even when I do tell her about me and Harry, her attitude changes completely. "So what would I say if she asks about us?"

"I dunno," He shrugs, the stupid smug look back on his face. "She's your friend, not mine."

I roll my eyes at him. Aaaaaand he's back.

It's quiet for a moment, Harry's fingers fidgeting with the duvet as we sit there; unsure of what to say next.

"Ray?" He says suddenly.

I hum in response, turning my head to look at him biting his lip and staring back at my own.

His hand rests on the side my neck and he leans in. I don't stop him as his lips brush and are then pushed against mine. The kiss isn't it's usual desperation. It's soft, slow and sensual. His tongue pushes itself into my mouth and I'm suddenly aroused again. This kiss is enough to get me going.

The passion he's putting into it could put me into my knees at any given second. Until he pulls away, slowly. He places a gently kiss on my jaw until he's fully pulled away.

"I'm gonna go," He suddenly announces, but a part of me didn't feel done with him just yet. I just didn't want to admit it. It felt embarrassing.

Something inside me is just yearning and exploding with excitement. The feeling of drive and arousal continuously growing; it's hard to let him go when I'm always left wanting more.

I suddenly get up, grabbing his attention as I grip the sheet around my body and walk towards him, pushing him up against the door and pressing my lips roughly against his.

It was clear he was surprised by my sudden actions but quickly relaxed into the kiss, groaning against my lips as I slipped my tongue back into his mouth; one hand in his hair while the other reached between us and groped at his hardening length once again.

"Oh, baby," He moaned against me, having no idea where to put his hands; a clear sign of weakness. I let the sheet drop, exposing my nude body yet again to him. His breathing became hard and rigid. "Fuck. Fuck, again?"

I don't answer. Instead, I move my lips to his jaw and down to his neck, nipping, sucking and biting. Feeling his chest move up and down quickly beneath my touch made me feel empowered over his body.

And it made me suddenly want to be deviant.

"As much as I wanna see you finish," I whisper, biting on his ear lobe and making him shudder, "I wanna see just how much you can handle."

I stop abruptly, pulling up the sheet and turning away from him.

"You should go. I need to change," I say, turning my head towards him and batting my lashes. "I'd like my privacy."

Harry smirks, huffing and taking long strides towards me until his chest is pressed up against my back and lips at my ear. But I remained still, refusing to show any sign of weakness.

"You can tease me all you want," He whispers, hands running up my covered body in a slow manner, "I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into.." He plants a kiss to my neck before whispering again, "See you tomorrow."

And with that, he turned on his heel and abruptly left; leaving me sexually frustrated and completely flustered.

Just how I like it.

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psa: I know I'm such a dick for taking too long. but I had no inspiration for this & it hurt my soul knowing the way I had left things in the previous chapter.

however, this is also for you guys. I made this extra long & sexy for y'all. bc let's be real, it was well needed. & I'm so so sorry this took an eternity. but I hope this was worth the wait.

I love you all so much. this is for you.

- ky xxxxxxx