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Insufferable You*
Summary: The third part to Infinite You*
The one where Harry is still in an open relationship with your best friend, so maybe it's time to remind him what he's missing.
Word Count: 7.3k
Content Warning:Â 18+, smut, edging, spanking, brief exhibitionism, sir kink, masturbation, brief choking
âKittenâŠwhat are you doing?â
Your whimpers are airy. Light. A string of breathless pleas woven between the soft sounds of your fingers fucking into your cunt. And you canât answer his question. Canât find the strength to pull yourself away from the pleasure between your thighs.
âKitten,â he asks again and itâs firm. âTalk to me.â
Heâs panting through his request and the soundâthe image in your head of the way he must look, fucking his fist to the melody of your voice almost hurts you.
âIâmâŠIâm playing with my clit,â you answer. He groans. âJust like you do.â
âJust like me, hm?â He curses on his end of the phone and your legs shake. âHow?â
âMâpinching it,â you tell him. âAnd pulling it. The way you like.â
His noises are louder. Needier. He must like the image in his head, too. âGod, Iâd give anything to see it, baby. Give fucking anything to watch you touch yourself for me.â
Anything. Anything. You shiver. âYeah? Youâd watch me?â
âMhm.â Heâs getting closer and you donât want this to end. âSit there on my knees and take every drop in my mouth when youâre done.â
Your hips buck up and your fingers sink deeper. He ruins you even when heâs not here. âI know,â you whisper. Your eyes squeeze shut. âAnd Iâd let you.â
He makes a sound that might be a laugh but could be a strained moan. You arenât sure. But you donât really care because itâs beautiful, no matter what it is. âKitten,â he exhales and your insides twist. âI need you to cum for me, okay? I need to hear you. God, I need to fucking hear you, baby, let me. Come onââ
Thereâs something in the way he speaks. Like heâs just woken up. Rough and low and thick. He sounds like sex and you miss hearing it in person. But you were desperateâyou had to call him. You had to hear him talk you through this moment and youâre so glad you did.
When you cum, itâs everything. Perhaps not as satisfying as when itâs with him, but still euphoric. And your whimpers of pleasure are what send him over the edge.
The phone fills with the sounds of your ecstasy and you wish you could record the way he moans your name. You wish you could bottle this feeling and get drunk on the way he adores you.Â
Instead, you indulge in the few moments you have with him. Because you know they wonât last much longer.
âThat was good,â you tell him breathlessly and he chuckles. âHow are you so good at that? Even over the phone?â
âCould ask you the same thing. Now Iâve got a sticky hand and nobody to clean it up.â
You pout. âStop, donât tell me that. Itâs not fair.â
He laughs again. âSorry, Kitten. Couldnât help it. You all right? You feel better?â
âI do. Thank you for letting me call you.â
âAlways.â
Your heart skips. âSoâŠwhat are you up to today?â
Thereâs a pause. A long pause and you know what heâs going to say even before he says it. âRebecca and I are running some errands.â
âOh.â Oh. Your throat goes dry. âRightâŠsorry, IâmâŠyou probably need to go, donât you?â
Another pause. âIn a bit,â he says. âAfter I make sure youâre okay.â
âIâm okay,â you say far too quickly. And far too obviously forced. âYeah, no, IâmâŠduh. Obviously Iâm okay now. AfterâŠyeah. Okay, sorry. You canâŠIâll talk to you laterâ"
âKitten.â
You stop. âWhat? IâmâŠIâm letting you goââ
âDonât. I want to talk to you a little longer.â
âBut youâre busyââ
âIt can wait.â
Swallowing, you whisper, âHarry, IâmâŠIâm just sayingââ
âSo am I.â Heâs firm again. âDonât do that. Donât send me away because of her. We can talk. I promise.â
Your eyes squeeze shut. You force the tears back. Why does orgasming make you so emotional? âI know, I justâŠsheâs there, isnât she?â
Another beat. âNot in the room.â
âBut sheâs there. In the apartment. Near you.â
âYes.â
Donât cry, donât cry, donât cry. âSee, thatâsâŠthatâs why Iâm letting you go. So you can be with her. Okay? Iâll talk to you laterââ
âKitten.â
âHarry.â You huff if only to make yourself sound stronger than you feel. âIâm okay. You can go.â
âYouâre not okay. Youâre sad.â
âIâmâŠno, Iâm not sad, Iâm justâŠIâm tired. I came really hard.â
âI know you.â
âWellâŠyou donât know me that well. Cause Iâm fine.â
âBabyââ
âJust go,â you insist. âI promise Iâm okay as long as you are. I shouldnât have called so early anyway, that wasâŠIâm sorry. That was my mistakeââ
âYou can call when sheâs here, you know thatââ
âBut I donât want to.â
Another long pause that feels like an eternity. âOkay,â he finally murmurs and you pull the phone away to take in a shaky breath. âBut I want your honesty. Okay?â
âSure.â
âAre you really okay?â
Truthfully, you donât know. âYeah, Iâm fine. Swear. Thanks for helping me. Iâll talk to you later?â
âYou will,â he agrees. âTomorrow.â
âTomorrow?â
âRebeccaâs dinner.â
Fuck. You forgot. âOhâŠrightââ
âYouâll be there. Right?â
It doesnât really feel like you have a choice. âIâŠI donât know yet, I might be busyââ
âYouâre not.â
âYou donât know that. I could have plans.â
âYou do. With us.â
Us. Your nose scrunches. âI mean other plansââ
âYou donât.â
âI mightââ
âYou donât. If you did, Iâd know.â
âWell, thatâs presumptuous.â
âMaybe, but itâs true. Because you talk to me. When I ask you a question, you answer honestly. Youâre a good girl. I know you.â
Your chest feels tight again. âWell, I donât tell you everything.â
âYou should.â
âYou donât tell me.â
âBecause you donât ask.â
Heâs right. You never ask him anything personal because honestly, youâre afraid of what heâll say.
âFine,â you agree. âIâll be there. Are we done?â
He waits a moment before saying, âWeâre not done. Weâll discuss this later. But for right now, yes.â
And even if he sounds a bit strict, you canât help smiling. âYes, Sir.â
âMm. Thatâs my girl. Take it easy today, all right?â
âI will.â
âGood. See you tomorrow, Kitten.â
âGoodbye, Sir.â
He chuckles and you hang up and even despite everything elseâŠyou canât help but grin.
âOh, my god. He does. Every time. Heâs got such a weird thing with feet.â
You laugh. âIt wasnât so bad at first. But then he got a little too comfortableââ
âNo, he does that. He really does.â Rebecca smirks as she throws the freshly chopped carrots into her pot. âAnd it started out cute, but nowâŠâ
You both glance into the living room where Harry is relaxing on the sofa. Heâs smiling as he watches the two of you work on the food and even if he canât hear you, he must know youâre talking about him.
âItâs still cute,â you argue in his defense. âGrossâŠbut cute.â
She laughs. âYeah, I guess he can be cute when he wants to be.â
You grin together and this feels good. Youâve missed your friend. Youâve missed having someone to laugh with, gossip with. And maybe it was strange at first, to come into their apartment and talk to your best friend about sleeping with her boyfriend.
But after a minute or two, you settled right back into the familiar rhythm of your friendship. And it almost feltâŠnormal.Â
âHas he done the thing where his left leg starts to shake when he gets overstimulated?â she asks and you nearly snort.Â
âOh, my god. Yes. The other day. I thought he was having a heart attack.â
âItâs the funniest thing. It just started, too. Couple years ago. He swears it doesnât but likeâŠI can see it.â
âItâs quite the tell,â you agree and you canât help the way your eyes drift back to where heâs lounging on the sofa.
He notices and smirks at you.
âWhat?â you call.
He shrugs. âNothing. You girls are cute, thatâs all.â
âBite me,â Rebecca says and he chuckles. âWeâre not cute. Weâre hot.â
âAbsolutely,â he agrees. He leans forward. âLet me guess. Youâre telling her about the leg thing?â
âYup. And I was right,â she says smugly. âShe sees it, too.â
His eyes roll but he smiles at you. âItâs not that badââ
âNo, it is,â she argues. âYou look like a dog. A very cute dog, but still.â
He laughs a little louder and youâre almost jealous of their dynamic. A dynamic youâve been witness to for almost five years. And itâs never made you jealous before.
But nowâŠ
She puts the soup on simmer and grabs your hand to lead you to the living room. âI told you we were gonna gossip about you,â she reminds him. âAll good things, donât worry.â
âIâm sure.â He smiles at you both as you take a seat on the sofa. She flops down right beside him while you cautiously sit on the other end. Exactly where youâd been that first day you agreed to this arrangement. âThis is nice,â he says.
She hums. âYeah, it feels like old times.â She glances toward you. âAnd itâs not weirdâŠis it? I mean, you feel okay?â
Feeling a little hot under the spotlight, you swallow and force a quick shake of your head. âNo, this isâŠitâs good. This is fun.â
However, she knows you better than anyone and her brows pull together as she studies you. âDo you have any questions? Or anything we can clear up?â
âUhâŠI donât know.â Truthfully, you donât want to ask. âIs itâŠis it weird for you guys?â
They both shake their heads, almost as if in sync, and you resist the urge to scrunch your nose.
âDo youâŠhave any regrets?â
âNo,â she says and Harry agrees. âNone. Do you?â
âNo,â you echo. âNo, I justâŠI donât know. This still kind of feels like cheating.â
They exchange a glance and your heart skips. Youâre even jealous of the way they look at each other.
âRebecca and I have always agreed that whatever the other decides to do is their business,â Harry says. âAs long as we communicate, there's freedom there. No judgment, no expectations, no regret.â
âAnd no jealousy,â she adds, offering you a soft smile. âOr shame. Or anything like that.â
You nod and pick at a loose string on your jeans. âAnd are you twoâŠI mean do you stillâŠâ
âNo,â she assures you and youâre thankful she figured out what you meant. âNo, we havenât in a few weeks.â
âOhâŠbecause of me?â
She shakes her head while Harry says, âNot entirely. Most of it is for safety reasons. Keeping things clean and respectful. But itâs also one of our rules.â
âRules?â
âWe have a few rules we like to follow,â she explains. âIt just makes it easier. Sometimes it can be tricky and this helps keep us on the same page.â
âAnd no sex is one of them?â
âKind of. We donât sleep together if one of us is seeing someone else. Well, no penetration, anyway.â
You hate the way your stomach sinks. âOh. AndâŠdo you date other peopleâŠa lot?â
He looks over at her and she thinks. âNotâŠreally?â she says. âI donât think, anyway.â
âJack was the last guy you were with, right?â Harry asks and she snaps her fingers.
âJack. Right. Yeah. He was cute. And then yours wasâŠAngie? I think?â
He nods. âLast year.â
âShe was nice.â
âShe wasâŠsure. Yeah. She was nice.â
Rebecca laughs and he grins proudly, happy to have made her laugh. Your nose scrunches.
âShe wasnât that bad,â Rebecca argues. âShe was just put in a weird position.â
âLiterally and figuratively.â
She smacks his arm playfully and he pinches her thigh. You want to look away.Â
âEither way,â she finally says, âwe donât very often. And I donât think of it as cheating. Especially not with you. Because I know heâs a good partner and I know that you deserve someone as kind as he is.âÂ
He gives her a grateful grin before returning his attention to you. âWe can stop if you want. Because I agree with Bex. I wouldnât want to lose you as my friend and if you feel pressured or unsureââ
âI donât,â you nearly rush to argue. âNo, I donât, IâŠIâm just really struggling with the dynamics of it. I guess.â
âTrust me, I get it,â she says gently. âIt was a bit of a learning curve for us, too. Harry can get incredibly jealous.â
Youâre tempted to tell her that you already know but you watch his reaction instead.
His eyes roll but then his stare returns to you and he winks, as though heâs recalling the same memory you are.Â
It makes your skin feel warm.
âOop, hold on. I gotta check the soup,â Rebecca suddenly exclaims before jumping off the sofa to rush back to the kitchen.
And now left alone together, your attention is drawn back to the tall, handsome man you can already feel staring at you.
âAny more questions?â he asks softly. He leans forward and places his elbows on his knees and somehow, even that makes you feel safer.Â
âJust one,â you murmur and he nods. âDoes this mean you and I areâŠdating? Or are we just fucking until I can find somebody else?â
Thereâs a slight edge in your voice that you hadnât meant to be there, but he picks up on it instantly.
âAre you looking for somebody else?â he asks.
âNot really. But this whole thing started because you both felt bad for me,â you remind him. âAnd itâs been a lot of fun. Honestly. But you are kind of on loan. I justâŠIâm not sure what this makes our situation. If weâre just fuckingâŠor more.â
He takes a moment to think about his answer, eyes flicking between yours almost as though studying you. âWould you like there to be more?â
You bite back huff. Heâs very good at redirecting. âI donât know. Would you?â
âI think more can get complicated.â
Your feel your expression fall. âRight.â
âAnd I donât want to lose you from my life for good,â he continues. âYou know that. Neither of us want to lose youââ
âRight, yeah. Itâs fine. Forget I asked.â
Heâs frowning now. âKitten, donât do thatââ
âNo, really,â you argue. âItâs fine. Youâre right. Letâs just keep it like this until I can find somebody else.â
The frown turns into a glare. âKittenââ
âOkay, soup is almost done,â Rebecca announces as she returns. This time she sits next to you and throws an arm around your shoulder. âWhat did I miss?â
The tension is palpable. You speak first. âI was just telling Harry that I might not need his services much longer.â
Rebeccaâs eyebrows raise while Harryâs scowl deepens.
âOh?â she asks.
You nod. âWell, seeing as we donât want to do anything to ruin the friendshipâŠI thought Iâd give Ethan a call.â
Itâs mean and perhaps a bit cruel, but you canât help yourself. You arenât trying to hurt him. Because he is right. And donât want to lose him for good, either, and all this evening has truly done is prove how close he and Rebecca actually are.
Youâll never be able to compete with five years of love and affection. And maybe you donât want to.
Maybe itâs time to move on.
âEthan?â Harry repeats while Rebecca perks up.
âYes,â she squeals excitedly. âOh, I was hoping you would. Heâs so nice, I think you guys would be perfect together.â
âYeah,â you agree with a pointed look at Harry. âI think so, too.â
He knows what youâre doing. You can tell. And heâs oddly calm as he leans against the cushions and tosses his arms over the back of the couch. âAnd who the fuck is this Ethan?â
âGuy from my work,â you answer, equally as calm. âNice. Heâs been asking me out for a while.â
âA while.â
âYeah, a while.â
His brows furrow. âSo why do you want to go out with him now?â
âI donât know.â You shrug. âHe was never really my type before but weâve gotten closer recently. I think itâs only fair I give him a real chance.â
âReally?â Heâs curious. Maybe skeptical. âNow?â
You nod. âThat way the three of us can preserve our friendship. Since that is the most important thing.â
âWell, I think itâs a great idea,â Rebecca tells you and hugs you to her side. âYouâll have to let us know how it goes.â
You grin and itâs all teeth. âI will.â
Dinner is nice. Tense but nice. You and Harry spend a majority of the meal exchanging icy glances and keeping to yourselves, leaving Rebecca to do most of the conversing.
And she doesnât seem to notice. That or she merely pretends not to. She catches you up on some drama at work. Teases Harry about his sleep talking. Says sheâs planning to visit her parents in a few weeks and then gives you the recipe for the soup.
And you and Harry nod politely, despite the unspoken rage from your ends of the table.
When dinner is finished, Harry offers to clean up and do the dishes. She kisses him on the cheek gratefully and says sheâs gonna go take a quick shower since sheâs got an early day tomorrow. She tells you that youâre welcome to stay as long as youâd like and then she hugs you tightly and whispers, âIâm so glad weâre still friends.â
You hug her back and agree.
The moment sheâs gone, Harry sets down his sponge and turns to you. âCome here.â
You hesitate by the front door, itching to escape. But heâs firm as he watches you from the sink, eyebrow raised and jaw clenched, leaving you no choice but to listen.
âKitten,â he repeats. Lower. Sterner. âCome. Here.â
You take a tentative step toward him. âWhat?â
âWe need to talk.â
âDo we?â
âKitten.â
You huff and throw your purse back down. âI really donât think we need toââ
âI donât care what you think. Iâm telling you that weâre gonna have a chat and youâre gonna come in here like a good fucking girl and talk to me.â
This is how he gets you. This is how he pulls your strings and turns you around until you obediently join him in the kitchen. Like a good fucking girl.
Satisfied, he leans back against the counter. âNow. Whatâs this Ethan shit you pulled?â
âItâs not shit, itâs real,â you huff. âHe really did ask me out and I really am going to say yes.â
âBut you havenât yet.â
âNo.â
âWhy?â
âI told you. He wasnât my typeââ
âNo, I want the real answer.â
You frown. âThat is the real answerââ
âNo,â he repeats. âItâs not. And you know it.â
You cross your arms and look down at your shoes. âWell, I donât know what to tell you. He wasnât my type but now he is.â
The argument lulls and the small kitchen falls silent. You hear him sigh and it almost hurts to hear how heavy his disappointment hangs.
But a moment later, heâs slipping his fingers beneath your chin and raising your eyes to his. Theyâre soft. Serene. Filled with everything he canât seem to find the words to say and you hate how quickly your body begins to crave him.
âYou arenât being honest with me, baby,â he murmurs. Your lashes flutter. âYou arenât communicating with me. And I canât help you if you donât tell me whatâs wrong.â
âNothingâs wrong,â you say and he sighs like he knows this is a lie. âReally, I justâŠI know myself. If I donât put a bit of distance between usâŠI donât think Iâll ever be able to breathe on my own.â
This makes him sad and it hurts you to know youâve made him sad. âKitten,â he whispers. He steps closer until his chest is brushing against yours. âIf Iâm doing something wrongââ
âYouâre not. Thatâs the problem.â You swallow and he brushes his thumb along your jaw. âYouâre doing everything right and Iâm worried Iâm gonna want you in ways that I shouldnât.â
âDo you not want to want me?â
âNotâŠlike that,â you admit. âNot when youâre still hers.â
He frowns. âI told you, you donât have to worry about anyone elseââ
âBut I do. Because at the end of the day, youâre still her Harry. Youâre on loan to me until one of you decides you shouldnât be anymoreââ
âKittenââ
âAnd I canât be with you in any way but physically. You said so yourself. More would get complicated and even if you wanted to be with meâŠI donât think I could share you.â
 He considers this. A long moment passes. âSo youâre punishing me,â he says. âYouâre going out with this Ethan guy to prove that you donât need me.â
âWhat? No.â You lean back but he doesnât let go of your chin. âI meanâŠokay, maybe I wanted to piss you off a little but I really do think I need to be with someone else in order to truly move on. Iâm not punishing you. IâmâŠobeying you. If anything.â
He scoffs. âIf you really wanted to obey me, you would have talked to me about what you were feeling.â
âI tried. You said more would get complicated.â
âIt could. Thereâs always that risk. But I never said it wouldnât be worth it.â
âSoâŠwhat? Youâd date me?â
âOf course.â
The answer is quick and it surprises you but it doesnât seem to surprise him.
You blink. âYouâŠreally? You would date me? LikeâŠofficially?â
âI would.â
âAndâŠwhat about Rebecca?â
âWhat about her?â
âYouâdâŠyouâd still be with her? Right? Even if we were together?â
He seems to know what youâre implying and sighs quietly. âYes. I would.â
âAnd even if you werenâtâŠIâm assuming you would still want to be in an open relationship with me?â
Another pause. âProbably,â he admits, and even if you knew it was coming, you canât help the tears that spring to your eyes. âThatâs just the agreement Iâve always felt most comfortable withââ
âAnd thatâs fine. I get it,â you assure him. You sniffle and he seems to wilt. âReally. I justâŠlike I said, I donât do well with sharing and ifâŠif all weâre doing is fucking, I might as well just find somebody else, right? So that way the three of us can stay friends. And it doesnât have to get weird.â
âI understand,â he says and you know he does. âI do, Kitten. And I would never keep you in a relationship youâre not comfortable in.â A beat. âBut I canât say that I like the idea of you going out with this guy.â
You smile. Gently. âOh yeah? And whyâs that?â
He looks down at you and takes your cheek in his hand. âYouâre my girl,â he says. âNo matter what. If youâre with me or not with me. Youâre my fucking girl. And he doesnât deserve even a second of your time.â
You fight a large grin and cling to his shirt. âYou canât say stuff like that.â
âWhy not? Itâs true.â
âBecause.â You play with his buttons. âYou donât get to be jealous when youâre still with her.â
âDoesnât mean Iâm gonna like seeing you with someone else.â
You pout. âThatâs not fair, Harry.â
âI know.â He brings his lips to yours. They hoverâcloseâbut never make contact. âI canât help it. Canât ever seem to help it when it comes to you.â
You want to push up and take his kiss, but he teases you just a little longer. âHarryââ
âDo you know that, Kitten?â His hands drop to your waist and he squeezes. Even though Rebecca is only two rooms away. Even though you can hear her humming in the bath. Even though he can never be yours. âDo you know how much I think about you?â
You swallow. Thick.
âHow I think about the way you asked me to take care of youâŠâ He ghosts his mouth down your neck. âThe way you begged me to be roughâŠ.to spank you. Choke you. Degrade you.â
His voice is a sin and your eyes fall shut.
âDo you want me to degrade you, baby?â His fingers slip beneath your shirt. âDo you want me to pull you on my lap and spank you until youâre crying?â
The image in your head is somehow even better than his taunting. Your knees about buckle. âHarryâŠâ
âYou can find somebody else if you want to,â he whispers. âBut do you really think theyâll be able to care of you the way I do? The way you want? The way you deserve?âÂ
His kisses find your chest while his knee slots between your thighs.
âI know how naughty you really are, baby girl,â he says and itâs over. âHe will never know.âÂ
You grab his hair and he grabs your hips and youâre on the counter before you can even whisper his name. He pushes the hem of your dress up and guides your legs apart. He makes a home there, finger curling around the crotch of your panties in order to get a taste and itâs magic. Always.
And he does this to you only a few hundred feet away from where his girlfriend is innocently taking a shower. He does this, knowing she could walk out and see. He does this and you let him do this because there is no world in which you stop him.
âHarry,â you sayâwhimperâand he hums. His tongue licks up your cunt and your head drops back. âHarâwaitââ
He doesnât. He holds your thighs beside his cheeks and he sucks on your clit until you begin to squirm. âYou promised to stay for dessert,â he says. âThis is my dessert.â
The sounds are loud and beautiful and his curls feel good in your hands. You feel good in his.
Things fall to the ground. Bowls, pots, containers. He grins. He likes this, the danger. And he knows you like it, too. Because if you really wanted him to stop, he would.Â
But you donât. And you yank him closer to your pussy as though this will be the last time he ever gets a taste.
And deep down, you wonder if it is.
Either way, you enjoy his tongue and his lips and the tip of his nose that nudges your clit so expertly. You wonder how itâs possible to be so addicted to a man youâre not even with. A man that only recently started fucking you and a man that youâve only ever considered a friend.
Part of you wants to get caught. Part of you wants things to implode. To believe that heâs doing this because he wants her to find out. Because what would happen if she saw? What would happen if he realized he wanted to end things? Would he be yours? Would he decide that your time and your heart and your pussy were infinitely more important than his sexual prowess?
You scrunch your nose. These are all the wrong questions. Harry doesnât work like that. He never has and you canât expect something from him that he wonât ever give you.
You return your focus to him. To the way his large hands are curling around your thighs and hoisting them up on the counter. You love his hands. You think they might be your favorite hands in the world.
Theyâre so gentle but strong. Practiced. You know theyâd look good anywhere on your body. Your thighs, your chest, your throatâŠ
You whimper at the thought and he glances up. Heâs proud again. Drenched in your arousal and the evidence of your lust for him.
He moves his mouth to the inside of your leg and nips. He leaves marks and memories along the soft skin and you canât wait to stare at them whenever heâs not around. The way he makes you his in the only way he can.
And youâre so close. You arenât even sure how he got you here so quickly but he always seems to. And you donât mind. Instead, you fist his hair and you buck against his tongue and heâs going to make you cum all over his girlfriendâs kitchen counter.
And then he stops.
He stops, he lets you go, and he pulls away.
Your heart drops to your toes as the orgasm fizzles down to nothing. âWhatâŠwhat are youâ"
âGet down,â he says curtly. He slaps your outer thigh. âWeâre leaving.â
He doesnât tell you where youâre going. And you donât ask. Instead, you watch as he wipes his mouth and disappears from the kitchen to wait by the front door.
After straightening your dress and readjusting your underwear, you scurry to his side with a fretful glance toward the bathroom. âShouldnât you tell her youâre going?â
He smiles. âSheâll figure it out.â
With that, you leave their apartment so he can take you back to your place and he keeps his hand on your thigh the whole drive. You wonder if he merely wants to keep some sort of claim on you or if itâs habit.Â
Either way, his thumb rubs circles into your skin, right over the dark spots made by his lips and you smile. You want to lace your fingers with his. Want to hold his hand and pretend like the two of you are on your way home from a date. To pretend like this is normalâan everyday occurrence.
But you lose your nerve and soon, heâs pulling into the parking lot. Â
âI want you upstairs,â he says and gives you a pointed look. âOn the bed. Naked. And waiting for me by the time I come up.â
You nod quickly. âOkay. AreâŠam I in troubleââ
âThat depends on if you obey.â He unlocks the door. âSo letâs hope you do.â
Swallowing a giddy grin, you scurry from the vehicle and into your building. You donât bother with tidying up or adjusting your appearance. You run straight into your bedroom, rip off your clothes, and spread out into a starfish position on the bed.
You hear him follow not much later. Slow, deliberate steps. Meant to taunt you, tease you. Make your stomach flip. And it works.
When you see his tall, muscular figure in the doorway, your pulse skips.
Smiling, you call, âHi, Sirââ
âNo speaking,â he says shortly. âUnless I say otherwise. Is that understood?â
âYesânoâsorry, IâmâŠâ You stop. Nod.Â
He frowns but you know itâs only to hide a smirk. âDonât test me, Kitten. Youâve already done that enough this evening, have you not?â
Another nod.
âAnd you knew better, didnât you?â He walks into the room and begins to unzip his jeans. âKnew better than to dangle fucking Ethan in my face.â
You nod again but your eyes are trained on his hands. On the fingers that pull the hem of his shirt up and over his head.
âAnd you fucking knewâŠthat if I got a taste of such a sweet pussyâŠIâd never stop,â he murmurs. He crawls onto the bed, wearing nothing more than his briefs. âThat Iâd forgive you. And let you off the hook.â
You donât nod this time. You canât. Youâre too far gone in the lust in his eyes. The gentle green thatâs now dangerous and luring you in.
âWell,â he whispers and then he smiles. âYou thought wrong.â
He grabs your thighs and flips you over. Before you know it, youâre on your stomach, head spinning, while a large palm comes down in a sharp smack to your ass.
You jolt. Shriek.Â
âEasy,â he says and heâs kinder now. âYouâre gonna take your punishment like a good little whore, arenât you?â
Now you understand. You see. And you settle onto the bed as he smooths the stinging print with the soft of his hand.Â
You nod.
âGood.â He spanks you again. âI think we should do one for every time you lied to me. For every time I asked for the truthâŠand you refused to give it to me.â
Your lashes flutter. You suppose thatâs only fair, although in your defense, the truth would have only hurt him.
âLetâs seeâŠweâll start with five,â he says and you exhale a sigh of relief. âBecause I know you donât mean to be a bad girl, do you?â
You whimper.
âYou want to be good. Want to behave for me.â He spanks you. Number three. âYou want a lot of things from me, donât you? And maybe Iâm bad, too. For not being able to give them to you.â
The air in the room shifts and you attempt to glance back.
However, he lays another firm smack to your ass before you can and then squeezes your hip. âCome on, youâre almost done,â he coos. A beat passes. âDo you remember me mentioning the traffic light system?â
You nod.
âRed for stop, yellow for pause, green for good, keep going?â
Nod.
âGood. Then I want you to use your words and tell me what color you are right now. Honestly.â
âGreen,â you whisper, then clear your throat and speak louder. âIâm green. Honestly.â
He hums. âAnd youâre gonna take your last strike, yes?â
âYes, Sir.â
âAnd youâre gonna thank me for being so generous to such a selfish fucking whore?â
Your cheeks flush. Oh, heâs very good. âYes, Sir.â
You still canât see him but you can imagine his grin.
The last spank of his hand lands against your tender skin and somehowâŠit feels good. Thereâs something delicious about his pain. About the way he inflicts it. The way your body responds to it.
You groanâmoanâand finally manage, âThank you, Sir.â
He purrs something devious as he strokes the spot and begins to kiss his way up your spine. âGood fucking girl,â he breathes. The exhale of his praise dances across your back and you shiver. âTook your punishment so well. Wasnât so bad, was it? Bet you even fucking liked, dirty thing. Didnât you?â
You nod again and feel his knee begin to nudge its way back between your thighs.Â
âLetâs check, shall we?â His fingers move now for the mess you already know is there. And when he feels it, he curses. âFucking shit, Kitten, youâre soaked.â
You are. You are soaked and youâre making a mess of your duvet and his knee and he still hasnât let you cum yet and you think you might die if he waits any longer.Â
âHarry,â you nearly cry. âPleaseâŠpleaseâŠâ
He brings his kisses to the back of your neck. To the place below your ear that makes your stomach flip. He kisses. Sucks. Nips and violates the skin with his teeth.
âOkay,â he agrees. âOkay, but only because I know you need it.â
You nod again and begin to turn over. He goes to stop youâhe wants to try from behindâbut you insist.
âI want to see your face,â you say. âPlease, I justâŠI need that tonight.â
The softness in his eyes and the fall of his expression almost hurts you. You donât want to cause him pain or confusion. Ever.
But heâs not confused. He understands. And he agrees because maybe he needs it, too.
You pull him out of his briefs and he hikes your leg around his hip. Until the heel of your foot is digging into his ass and pulling him forward.
When he first pushes in, you both take a moment of silence to appreciate the beauty of your bodies connecting.
Harry was once your best friend and now heâs something else entirely. A completely different entity and you never imagined youâd see his cock disappearing into your cunt but now you donât want to imagine his cock anywhere else.
When heâs about halfway in, he pulls back out and begins a steady pace. Heâs large and he knows you need a moment or two to find the pleasure before he picks up a faster rhythm. So, he puts the focus on you. On your clit, on your thighs, on the way his lips feel against yours.
He kisses youâsoft, sweet. Gentle. And then he kisses your neck. Your chest. Plays with your tits and whispers about how good they feel in his hand.
Then, he buries himself to the hilt as his hips find yours.
You arch and he catches you. There are more kisses, more soft murmurings. And thereâs an intimacy here that doesnât feel like sex. It feels like making love, a term you once scoffed at but now indulge in. Because maybe he does love you, in the only way he knows how. Maybe he does choose your body over hers. Maybe this was the best thing that ever could have happened to you.Â
You grab his hand and bring it to your throat. Pointed enough that he knows what you want and after a quick glance for consentâŠhe squeezes.
Your lashes flutter and you press on his knuckles. Harder. He obeys.
And you were right. His hand does look good on your body. A necklace to wear proudly and he whispers your name before tightening his grip and allowing the sides of your sanity to go fuzzy before loosening his fingers.Â
You breathe. Deep. The air tastes like him and you love it.
He smiles. âYou okay?â
âMore than okay. That wasâŠshit, I really like that.â
âYeah?â
âYeah. Probably cause youâre doing it.â
He uses this hold to kiss you and itâs a mess of tongues and spit and loud sucking. It makes you giggle.
âYouâre making this very hard for me,â he suddenly whispers.
âWell, I prefer you hard.â
He smirks, but this is not what he means. âI want this to work.â
âI know. I do, too.â
He surges forwardâa sharp thrust. âIt canât work if Ethanâs in the picture.â
Oh. âWhy? Because you need room for Rebecca?â
He sighs and you hate how sad it sounds. âI know Iâm not being fairââ
âYouâre not.â
âI canât help itââ
âWell, neither can I.â
He stops for a moment and looks at you. âYou have every right to go out with him. I know that. But I think Iâll lose my fucking mind if you do.â He continues to roll his body against yours and you want to purr. âSo I want to make a deal.â
âOkayâŠâ
âIf you go out with Ethan, you go out with me,â he says. âIf you date him, you date me. And Iâll play nice. Iâll share. But only until you realize heâs a waste of time.
You run your fingers along his shoulders. Along his back. Along the curve of his ass. You think about his proposition. It sounds good, it does. A way to keep him while also keeping your options open.Â
Because maybe this way, it wonât hurt so much when he still goes home to her.
âCan I think about it?â you ask.Â
He kisses you. âOf course. Always.â
You resume the languid but fervent pace he previously set. He squeezes your neck whenever he wants to hear you whimper and you scratch your nails down his spine whenever you want him to groan.
And itâs perfect. Truly. Because while youâre on this date with Ethan, heâll be able to see the marks Harry left on your throat.
And when Harry goes back to Rebecca, sheâll see the scratches down his back made by your hands.
You canât help but feel satisfied with the idea and it brings you that much closer as Harry presses your hips to the bed and begins to fuck into you harder.
He readjusts his stance above you, knees deep into the mattress and hands clutching the sheets beside your waist. And every thrust is purposeful. Hard. Beautiful. The sounds are symphonic and when you look down to see, you nearly mewl. The way his cock is absolutely fucking covered in you, slipping in and out of your cunt with ease and determination.Â
Heâs beautiful when heâs focused. When heâs about to cum. You just want to kiss him and hold him and love him and be his.
And you fucking hate it.
âNeed you to cum, baby,â he whispers and you nod in agreement. âCan you do that?â
âYesâŠ.yes, Sir,â you stammer, already feeling the overwhelming power creep up your thighs. âIâmâŠIââ
âI know. I know, come onââ
You do. Just like that. Unravel like a spool of thread and dissolve into nothing but pleasure beneath him.
But you donât feel him follow. In fact, he continues fucking you through your high until he suddenly pulls out and comes all over your swollen pussy.
Itâs the most mesmerizing thing you think youâve ever seen. The sticky substance paints your cunt in masterful strokes. Glistening from your body, your clit, your thighs like stars.
And you want to be disappointed that he didnât finish inside but soon you understand why.
He takes your hand. Moves it closer and presses your fingers into the mess.Â
âTouch it,â he whispers. âFuck it back in.â
Your eyes widen. He smiles but the look in his eye is mischievous and deranged.
âGo on, Kitten,â he says. âI wanna watch.â
Your arms are shaking. In fact, every part of you is still shaking from your orgasm but you obey. You slowlyâvery slowlyâbegin to circle your touch around your clit. Feeling the way it nearly throbs as you stimulate it. As you force it into more pleasure.
Harryâs attention is glued to the show before him as he swallows thickly and you swear you can almost see his heart beating against his chest like a cartoon.
You move down. Collect as many drops of him as you can and slowly begin to ease two fingers into your fluttering hole.
When you reach the knuckle, you gasp and he exhales.Â
Itâs perfect.
He scoots back until he can lay on his stomach and place his cheek against your thigh. Close. Close enough that you can feel his breath fan across your hand.
And he watches. Happy. A lazy smile on those beautiful, pink lips. Lashes fluttering every time you whimper or whine.
âIâŠI canât,â you whisper. The sensations are too strong. Youâve already cum once, you canât possibly cum again so soon.
He hums. âYes, you can. Let me see, baby. Let me watch.â
And you almost want to be embarrassed but something else seems to take over your mind entirely and you canât help but go faster.
You pinch and curl and flex. You push his offering as far into you as you can reach and then you push in a little more. And itâs easier this time, even if it almost hurts. But you cum. You do, right in front of his very eyes until heâs quickly grabbing hold of you as though heâs desperate to be closer.
Youâre more than a puddle this time. Youâre practically limp but youâre also so incredibly happy. And he smiles brightly as he pulls your fingers away and puts them in his mouth.
You donât even have the energy to make a noise this time. You merely watch himâcontentâuntil he starts kissing down your palm, along your arm, and to your chest.
Then, he pulls you into his embrace and you both indulge in a moment of peace.Â
Youâre both quiet for a while. Even after your heartbeat has steadied. Even after the sweat on your skin has dried and the room no longer feels so warm.Â
You run your fingers down his torso. Along the dips and curves of his muscles that seem more defined every time you see him.Â
âYouâre insufferable,â you finally say and he laughs. The sound bounces between the walls of your roomâjoyous and unencumberedâand it makes you giddy. He doesnât laugh like this for her. âWhat? You are.â
âI know. Iâm sorry.â
âYeah. I know.â
Another beat. Longer.
Then, you whisper, âOkay.â
He looks down. âOkay?â
âIâll agree to your deal.â
âReally?â Heâs grinning again. Big.
âMhm. As long as I get to keep you in some wayâŠmaybe itâll be worth it.â
He seems to sadden at the use of the word maybe, but he brushes it off before you can comment on it. Instead, he pulls you closer and kisses you hard. Forever.Â
And maybeâŠthis wonât be so bad.
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