Chapter Four

 

As soon as they stepped foot into the room reserved for him for one more evening, nervousness settled between Harry and Rebecca.  In truth they had seen every inch of skin either one had to expose, and even showed a bit of vulnerability while succumbing to the explosive release that stole all the air in their lungs.  But after two nights of passion in this very room, something unexplainable was occurring.

They barely knew each other, relying on basic information that was freely thrown around in the midst of hanging out with the party.  But he was in the dark of what made up this complex woman, and she was blind to the impressive work ethic and compassion he had for others.  She had a dark past, he had a far more rebellious streak than she had heard of.  Maybe that’s why they were so drawn to one another, the mystery an acting part of foreplay.

Who didn’t have fantasies of amazing sex with a semi-stranger?

“Would you like a drink?” He asked after clearing his throat, nodding towards the mini bar located at the far corner of the room.

“No, thanks,” she replied, very much aware of his hand that had firmly held hers now slipping away after he gently shut the door.  She quietly watched him turn the lock and wiped her sweaty palms down the front of her dress, smoothing out any invisible wrinkles.

“So..” Harry drawled, awkwardly facing her.  He breathed in, her enticing scent all around him, and tried to calm the accelerated rate of his heartbeat when she met his stare with an unsure look of her own.

Rebecca bit her lip in reply, taking in the darkening of his orbs when his eyes flitted down to her working mouth.  It wasn’t meant to be a seducing tactic, it was more of a nervous habit.  Her stomach was tightening with, what? Anxiousness? Dread? She wasn’t entirely sure.

Rebecca wasn’t fond of this uncertainty, crossing into unfamiliar grounds when it came to this sort of attraction.  Her curiosity was usually gone after a night or two spent between the sheets with a guy, her needs fulfilled.  But the curiosity with him only grew with every breath of the same air.  They stood face to face, a foot in between them, just staring and waiting for the other to make the first move.  For two confident and self-assured people, they were surely expressing something entirely different.

After what seemed like several long minutes rather than a minute or two, Rebecca grew tired of waiting, tired of feeling whatever it was she was feeling, and so she grabbed the bull by the horns, putting an end to the beating around the bush.  They were here for one reason, and one reason only.

That’s what she repeatedly had to remind herself.  To reassure herself this was nothing but casual.

Rolling her eyes with a light laugh, she grabbed onto the lapels of the jacket she had unbuttoned while they were still dancing and pulled him to her, smiling sexily up at his stunned expression.  “Are we done with the staring contest?” She teased, tilting her head to the side.

A slow smile spread wide on his face while his hands found home on her hips, caressing the fabric of the bridesmaid dress he couldn’t wait to see her out of.  “We are now that you forfeited.”

Rebecca scoffed, sliding her hands up and under his jacket to slip them off his shoulders.  “Shut up,” she warned as the article of clothing fell at his feet.

“My, my, Rebecca.. are you a sore loser?” Harry mused, loving the sour look that crossed her face.

“Oh, please.”

“Hm.. I think you are.” His fingers danced at her sides, sliding up and down to warm her up.  It was distracting her, her once nimble fingers pausing every so often to revel in the sensual caress.

Reaching up, worked the knot on his tie, peering up at him beneath her long lashes.  “No, but I do plan on being very..” She paused and slickly slipped the tie off his neck to fling behind him before finishing in a low, dark tone, “..sore.”

“Damn..” Harry murmured before crashing his lips against hers, pushing his tongue inside her hot mouth.  They groaned in unison at the initial contact, eyes shut tightly as they gave in to the sensations coursing through their bodies while their tongues tangled wetly together.

Rebecca felt like she was on the sweetest high she had ever been on, his hands roaming all over her form while hers were swiftly undoing each annoying button on his vest.  She gasped in his mouth when he gripped her ass tightly and pushed her against his front to start a slow grind together, desperate for any friction.

Tension kept building and building, in their bellies, in the center of their desires, everywhere.

His vest was quickly being discarded after she tore the fabric apart, grinning unabashed when the loose buttons flew around at their feet, before the material joined the jacket on the floor.  “Wha-” Harry pulled back to wrap his brain around what had just happened.  But before he could react, Rebecca’s hands instantly fisted his white collared undershirt to tear it open as well.

“Hey! That was fucking expensive.”

She quirked a brow, humor dancing in her eyes.  “Bill me later.” Then, to shut him up when he went to argue, she captured his lips with hers once more.

She still found him to be arrogant and annoying.  If she got to know him any further, she was sure she would hate him.  But the sex was good.  More than good.  And, if she were honest, he had every right to be smug in the bedroom.

“You’re unbelievably hot,” Harry groaned against her mouth before dipping his tongue back in for another taste.

Her panties were soaked, her core dripping with the need to feel him buried deep inside of her.  Her inner muscles clenched in suspense, longing for the fullness.

But there was plenty of time for that.  She wanted so much more before the night and weekend would have to end.

Tearing her mouth from his, Rebecca avoided his questioning gaze as she gasped for air.  She worked on removing the torn shirt, neither one able to utter a single word even if they could with their erratic breaths and the sexual high they were on.  Harry assisted with removing his cufflinks, paying no mind to the harsh sound of them being plopped to the ground without care, and then pushed off his shirt to reveal his bare chest.

He watched her intently; the way she ran her fingertips lightly over his chest, teasing the tiny thin hairs that drove her wild, and slowly tracing over the lines of his torso.  She was memorizing him, touching and feeling every inch as if he were a magnificent sculpture of fine art.  The amazed wonder in her eyes clouded with lust the moment her palm pressed flat against his stomach, his happy trail deliciously tickling her skin.

Harry’s heart hammered in his chest as he took her in, greatly affected by this mysterious woman.  He wondered if she was as mysterious as she made herself out to be.  There was no denying she was confident, strong-minded, and one hell of a ballbuster.  That mouth of hers lacked a filter, and she wasn’t afraid to show her tough exterior.  But looking at her now, her face relaxed and lips parted, Harry was catching a glimpse of a woman who was strongly independent, and yet soft and patient… and maybe even loving.

He yearned to crack through the hard shell that she hid behind, picking off layer by layer.

Rebecca leaned forward and nuzzled the thin hairs at his chest with her nose, then pressed a soft kiss against them, her hands moving to rest at the top of his trousers.  It had been her weakness, an attractive man with a mature patch of masculine hairs to caress.  To taste.

Harry inhaled sharply when he felt the tip of her tongue lick a zigzag line down his chest and abdomen, swirling around his navel before dipping in.  His hands instinctively went up her sides and back, resting on her bare shoulders, his long fingers flexing as a shiver formed goosebumps on his skin.

“Shit, baby..”

He felt her smile against his belly, relishing in the view of her dropping down to her knees before him.  She was for sure making up for this morning.  Popping open the button and then painfully slowly dragging his zipper down, Harry brought his hands to the back of her head to unpin her hair.

He worked at an impressive rate, the thought that he had done this countless times before crossing her mind when her hair fell loosely down her back.  His fingers immediately thread through her glossy auburn tresses, noting how soft her hair felt between his fingers and inhaling deeply when the sugary sweet scent traveled around him.

“Oh, hello,” she joked lightly when she pushed his slacks and boxer briefs down to his thighs, causing his erection to spring free.  “Happy to see me?”

Harry went to laugh at how corny she was, but groaned loudly instead and fisted her hair when she gave him one long tentative lick from the base of his cock to the very tip.  She swirled her greedy tongue around the head and over the tip, a low hum forming deep in her throat from his masculine and salty taste.

“God.. I’ve been dreaming of your mouth on my cock all fucking day,” Harry admitted with his head tipped back, too lost in the pleasure she gifted him with.

“Mm.. good.. ‘cause I’ve been wanting to taste you all day..” She muttered, gripping him in her hand and opening her mouth to take him, licking her lips in anticipation.  She was about to enjoy this almost as much as he was.

“Jesus..” Harry’s mind was reeling at her confession, realizing she had been fantasizing about finishing what she had started that morning.

The hunger that was growing in his belly intensified and he couldn’t help but clench his teeth.  With a firm hold of the back of her head, he guided himself inside.  He slid home, inch after inch pushing inside of her wet mouth, her tongue readily rubbing along his shaft.  Together, they formed the perfect rhythm, her head bobbing up and down slowly while Harry gritted out.  “So good.. so fucking good…yes…”

After a couple minutes of her mouth working him, sucking him off like a dream, the tightening in his balls became more apparent.  Rebecca took it all in stride when Harry began to pitch his hips forward more forcefully, burying all he had to offer deep in her mouth.  She moaned again and again when he hit the back of her throat, the vibration creating shivers all over his body and causing his vision to blur.

“Fuck!”

He came.  So blindly hard.

It took him awhile to recover; he hadn’t even had any time to relish in the fact that she swallowed every drop before she eased his trousers back up over his sensitive cock.

“You’re welcome.” Harry blinked his eyes open when she chortled, most likely making fun of him.  He didn’t care at that moment; she had him completely in her hands.

Mutely blinking at her, waiting to see her next move, he knew one more night wasn’t going to be enough.  Would it ever?

He felt her warm hands on his chest after coming back up to a standing position, pushing him back until he plopped onto a chair.  “Holy fuck..” He breathed, still panting from a mind-blowing release.  “You are.. exceptional.. at that.”

Rebecca grinned down at him, knowingly.  She didn’t respond, her smile giving away all she was thinking.  Gathering the skirt of the dress up, she climbed onto his lap and straddled him, grateful for the lavish lifestyle of Lizzy’s parents because the chair was the perfect size for the both of them to fit comfortably.

“You are so easy to please,” she teased, giggling when he swallowed hard.  Her giggles died down and a rush of air hissed through her teeth when his hands gripped her thighs then traveled up her sides and over to her back.  The throb between her legs pulsed, the spark of his thumb stroking the exposed skin of her upper back not doing anything to soothe the ache.

“You’re still way overdressed..” Harry pursed his lips, disapprovingly.

“What you gonna do ‘bout that?”

The sound of her zipper being dragged down excruciatingly slow paired with Harry’s heated gaze was thrilling.  She sunk her teeth in her bottom lip and circled her hips, smirking when his face twisted in ecstasy.

A devilish smiled curved his mouth up when the back of her dress was open.  “Nothing.  Strip for me.”

Quirking a brow to defiantly question his demand, she saw the challenge flashing in his eyes clear as day.  There he was, challenging her once again, already aware she wouldn’t back down from one.

God, he was really, really annoying.

She stood anyway, gracefully, despite the slight wobble of her legs.  She was trembling with desire, with need, but she refused to let it show.  She refused to show weakness in the presence of this man.  Or any man.

“Turn,” came the next husky request.

She put on a show for him, the way she slowly turned to have her back face him, and then provocatively twisted her hips to an imaginary beat.  Her hands went up to gather her hair, sweeping it to one side so he could view all of her back.

Harry’s growing cock was almost fully erect again in such a short amount of time, all thanks to the beautiful creature before him.  Hungry eyes roved all over her, appreciating the sway of her curves.  His hand subconsciously found its way to his lap to rub the stiffness there, her smooth bare back proving that she didn’t wear any support for her breasts turning him on.

He tipped his head to the side, enjoying the show, and growled lowly when her hands began to roam all over her gyrating body the way his hands itched to.  A moan reached his ears at the same time her hands appeared to reach her breasts, and his palm pressed down against his lap, imagining her palming and squeezing her own flesh.  He wondered if she imagined his hands on her while she touched herself intimately.

“Rebecca.”

When she looked over her shoulder at him, he nearly combusted.

“Stop.” His hard demand echoed in the hot air, along with his harsh breaths, and Rebecca’s heart raced at the intensity smoldering in his eyes.  “Come here.”

Rebecca turned to face him and stepped closer, failing miserably at evening out her own breaths as she fit in between his parted legs.  Her eyes fell on the hard bulge and once again her inner muscles clenched instinctively.  She couldn’t stop the moan even if she wanted to.

Harry’s eyes darkened further, the black of his pupils almost completely taking over the blue.  He recognized the pure want reflecting back at him, noticed the heave of her chest and the blush that crept up her neck, originating somewhere below the dress that clung to her breasts.

“Take off your dress.”

She didn’t know if he had said the words aloud or simply mouthed them because her eyes were too focused on his tense jaw.  Maybe he breathed them out, too lost in his desire.  Like she was.

She was so turned on she could barely stand it.  She had never wanted a man as much as right now.. never craved it as deeply as she craved him.

It was terrifying.

“Rebecca..”

Her eyes snatched up to catch his expectant hard gaze.

She swallowed.  “Yes?”

“Take off your dress,” he repeated, this time slouching further in his seat and reaching inside his slacks to grip his aching cock.  He smirked at her unsteady intake of breath and the visibility of her hardened tips pressing against the fabric.  “Let me see you, baby.”

“Let me see you,” she countered, finding her voice again.

Harry’s smirk grew into a smug grin.  He wasn’t in the slightest shy to show her how he got himself off.  Lifting his hips up, he slid his trousers and boxer-briefs off his hips and left them bunched at his bent knees.

“Fuck,” Rebecca muttered.  Her panties grew more wet, and she clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache.  It didn’t work.  Especially when Harry squeezed the base of his long, thick cock and wetness leaked out of the tip.

She was embarrassed by how jealous she felt of his fingers that were wrapped around his hardness.

Bad idea, she thought.

“Showed you mine, now show me yours.  Keep the shoes on.”

She wanted to roll her eyes, call him cliche and chide him to come up with better lines than that, but the encouraging look in his eyes stopped her.

The back of her dress being undone made it easier for her.  All she had to do was pull the fabric down from her chest and let it fall freely to the floor, her chest on full display from the lack of a bra.  She did just that and stepped out of the dress once it reached the floor, all the while holding his gaze, not once looking down to see his hand stroking up and down on his shaft.

“God,” he breathed, the first to break contact so he could look at her.  All of her.  “You’re so beautiful.”

Rebecca ignored the compliment, ignored the swell in her chest at the genuineness behind his words.  Instead, she watched him look her over, from her full breasts that pushed out instinctively begging for attention, to her toned stomach and hourglass shape.  When they reached her thighs and traveled down her long legs, her vision was so hazy with lust that she didn’t wait for his next command.

Harry stroked her back while she straddled him, this time putting her weight on her knees instead of on him.  It was the perfect position for him to lean forward and mouth her breasts.  “So beautiful…so perfect…” He murmured, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipple.

“Harry..” Rebecca gasped out, threading his hair through her fingers.  She cried out again when his lips closed over the pebbled flesh and his tongue swirled around before suckling softly.

“So hot..”

His hands grabbed her clothed backside and squeezed possessively before sliding to her front and fingering the patch of skin underneath the waistband of her lacy knickers.

“Please,” she begged, arching her back to press even closer to his mouth when he kissed in between her breasts, making his way to pay the same attention to her other tip.

“And wet..” he moaned when his finger reached inside of the flimsy fabric and touched her intimately.  “Fuck, so wet..”

“Oh, please.. please.. oh, please..” She kept pleading with him, wanting more.. needing more.. her sanity treading dangerously close to the edge if she didn’t come soon.

Harry teasingly rubbed a finger along her wet slit, spreading her desire all over her lower lips, and then he dipped between her folds and sucked in a breath.  “Shit, Rebecca.”

“I wanna come so bad,” Rebecca half-whined, half-moaned while he found her clit and leisurely rubbed small circles on the pulsing flesh.  “Harry.. please..”

“Please, what?” His mouth trailed up her neck, paused to graze the sensitive spot below her ear with his teeth to make her moan loudly, and then paused at her cheek.  The hot air that panted out of his mouth fanned her flushed cheek, and his whispered words added to the intense sensations created by his unrelenting ministrations on the bundle of nerves.  “Tell me.”

“Make me come.. God, please, just make me fucking come.”

He didn’t reply with words, his answer coming in a form of two fingers penetrating her until they were fully sheathed with her heat.  He started a rough, fast rhythm, pumping in and out of her like he desperately wanted his cock to.

Rebecca cried out, again and again, until Harry caught her cries of pleasure with his mouth, shoveling his tongue inside her welcoming mouth to match the way he was fucking her.  It was coming, the inevitable release that was too intense to describe.  It was nearing with every press of his thumb on her clit, every push and pull of his touch on her inner walls, every hard kiss from his lips and swirl of his tongue around hers.

She could feel herself flying, floating to a place where she felt nothing but the incredible sensation of losing control, the only time she was okay with not having control.  The only time she felt free.  Free of burden, of responsibility, of herself.

Harry pulled his mouth from hers and watched her come apart, wincing at the throb between his legs.  “That’s right, baby.. come for me..”  He encouraged softly while her pussy spasmed around his fingers repeatedly, becoming so tight it was almost nearly impossible for him to keep pushing through the contractions.

Once the last intense wave crashed through her, she collapsed onto his lap exhaustedly, trapping his erection between them.  She moaned, her inner walls still spasmed around him from the aftershocks, and then whimpered against his lips when he slipped out of her.

“Okay?” He sounded out of breath, like he had just experienced the same satisfied release she had.

“Yeah,” she weakly responded, trying not to pay attention to the tender concern of his question.

“Sure?”

“Mmhm.”

“Good.”

The seductive sound of lace tearing into two echoed in the room paired with the harsh breaths and soft moans.  He fucking ripped her panties.

“Bastard,” she spat, yanking on his hair.

He snickered, then nipped at her luscious lips that were already swollen from his hard and urgent kisses.  “Consider your debt paid.”

Despite her eyes rolling upward in annoyance, her smile let him know she wasn’t that annoyed.

“Up for more?” He hoarsely asked, lifting his brows suggestively.

Her smile slid to a smirk, her eyes stealing a glance at the poke happening at her belly.  “Evidently, you are.”

He laughed and choked on a retort.  She was now gripping his cock, holding him still and steady while positioning herself over him.  Without a single word, she slid down to engulf his length.  They both hissed in unison, eyes fluttering shut to savor the different sensations this brought them both.

Harry’s hands were on her ass, kneading her flesh while her pussy sucked him all the way inside her.  He felt faint, finally able to feel her all around him after craving it all day.  He was an addict, and the fleeting thought that she was the source of his addiction was gone the second it entered his mind, her already trembling inner muscles massaging him causing the greatest distraction.

This was just sex.  Great sex.  Mind-numbing sex.

A weekend affair.

That would end after this evening.

Suddenly, his chest burned, and he felt an ache all over.  Consumed by the intensity of something unknown, he held her hips down and groaned loudly when his entire length stretched her completely.

“Harry..” Rebecca squeaked, the head of his cock reaching deeper than anyone had ever reached before.  It was slightly uncomfortable, but she didn’t appear to show any ounce of pain, too overcome by the pleasured pain of it.

“So deep.. so damn good.. fuck..” Harry mumbled against her neck.  His teeth sunk into her flesh, leaving another mark on her skin from this weekend.

The truth was, it brought him great pleasure to mark her, to know the evidence of him would be left on her body after he was gone, that she would think of him after all of this was over.

He wanted her to think of him.  He wanted to cross her mind.  Actually, he wanted to consume her mind.  He wanted to stay right there in her head, taking over her thoughts while she brought herself to peak, wanted to be her drug.

Just like he knew she would be on his mind long after being home.  Knew she would remain there, in his thoughts, getting him off, drugging him.

Rebecca was circling her hips, trying to get some friction on her clit since he wouldn’t allow her to slip off of him.  The discomfort soon faded and she was all sensation, all tingles and electric shocks that shot everywhere, from her fingertips to the hairs that stood up at the back of her neck, to her constricted toes inside the heels he refused to let her take off.

“Baby.. baby.. baby..” Harry repeated, muttering the endearment with every circle of her hips, every squeeze of her pussy.  He choked back on a moan when she shifted slightly and his dick hit her at a different angle and her bottom added even more pressure on his sensitive balls.

“Harry.. please, baby..”

Knowing what she was asking for, he released the tight hold on her hips and smoothed them back to her ass.  He brought his mouth to her ear and whispered lowly, “fuck me.”

Acting on its own accord from his earthy voice laced with lust and need, her pussy clung to him tightly, making him choke on another moan.  She obliged to him, never admitting she would do whatever this man asked of him in this moment.  Her hips worked feverishly, switching between rolling and bouncing.

She was out of control, out of her head, an out of body experience while she fucked him.

“Just like that..” Harry encouraged, his eyes wild as he watched her face twist in pleasure and her lips part to shamelessly call out his name.  “Come.”

She did, loudly.  It was like her body had surrendered itself completely to his demands.  She hadn’t even felt it nearing like she normally did, the orgasm hitting her unexpectedly hard the second he had uttered the single syllable.

“Fuck, Rebecca.” His cock pulsed inside her and he jerked his head to the side, the sight of her bouncing breasts while she continued to ride him hard and fast in the middle of her orgasm almost making him lose his composure.

He didn’t want to let go.  Not yet.  Not when she had stated she planned on being sore.

He would make sure of that before he reached his end.

Harry turned his head back to her when he felt her lean down in search of his mouth.  He kissed her back eagerly, feeling the tightening in his chest from earlier once again.  Their lips clung together, in a sweet yet urgent caress.  She had slowed her movements, now slowly stroking him in and out of her while rocking as she recovered, the wildness from prior shifting towards tenderness.

He didn’t know if it was from the two hard releases she had experienced mere minutes from each other, or if she was feeling the same unexplainable emotion he was, but something was definitely different about her.

“Okay?” He asked again when she pulled back to peer in his hazy eyes.

“More.” She croaked, licking the corner of his mouth.

Their lips bumped together instead of properly kissing, more like rubbing affectionately.  Her arms were loosely around his neck while his tucked around her waist.  They moved together, slowly, savoring each other.  The slurping wet sounds of their bodies mating didn’t add any awkwardness in the air, and the cramping of her legs and aching of her knees didn’t cause any discomfort on her part.

Rebecca came twice more that way at his command, gasping and whimpering as she climaxed with her breasts rubbing on his bare chest.  The soreness was becoming more evident between her legs, and after coming down from the high of the last orgasm, she winced slightly.

“Alright?” Harry asked, like he had after every release.

Rebecca swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, avoiding his intent gaze as he searched her face.

“What is it?” Harry insisted, comfortingly rubbing her thighs and holding her still.

She was lightheaded and out of breath, her heart hammering inside of her chest.  She wished she could believe it was from the multiple orgasms she had experienced in one night, but she was starting to come to terms that it was something more alarming than that.

Which was stupid.  She didn’t know this guy.  Not really, anyway.  They hadn’t even shared a conversation long enough to develop any sort of confusing emotions.  Not to mention that Rebecca didn’t do emotion.  Not of that sort.

“Really sore,” she half-lied.  “Are you going to come or are you not done proving a point?”

He cocked an amused brow.  “And what point would that be?”

She scowled before dropping her voice to mimic him, “Don’t pretend I don’t affect you in any way.”

Harry chuckled, recalling that morning.  He ran his fingertips up her spine, inhaling sharply when she fluttered around his cock.  “We can call it a tie.”

Her brows drew together in confusion.  “What do you mean?”

Harry leaned forward, his tongue darting out to flick across her lips.  “Delayed gratification was a far better idea.”

Rebecca laughed lightly, and then accepted his kiss, reciprocating with equal passion.

After a minute or two, they had worked themselves up to another fast pace.  Harry was mindful of the soreness of her pussy and of her aching knees, so without losing the connection of their bodies and lips, he had lifted her up until he could lay her flat on her back on the plush carpeting.

Rebecca’s arms stayed around his neck until she felt the soft floor beneath her.  Now, with her hands on either side of her head, the only thing she had wrapped around him besides her intimate walls were her legs.  Her chest filled with emotion when he asked her once again if she were alright to continue, that he would stop if she wasn’t.  When her answer was a quick shake of her head and her heels digging into the flesh of his ass, he positioned himself to his knees and his hands found hers to grip them tightly before thrusting hard and deep.

Harry was close to the edge, as she was if her clinging walls had any indication of so.  He had delayed his climax for so long that he knew, absolutely knew, he would black out with the intensity of it when it finally came.

Rebecca’s head thrashed from side to side on the floor, her knuckles turning white by the grip on his fingers that he held firmly down.  She cried out, both from the soreness and impending orgasm while his hips pistoned unrelentingly.

And then she came, kept coming and coming, calling out to him.

It took a few more pushes of his hips, a few more grunts of the pleasured pain from the bite of her heels on his skin, and her walls massaging his cock before he came.  He bit the skin right above her breast, pumping into her in short, quick pushes, emptying himself inside of her tightness.

He was right.  He had blacked out, couldn’t even remember anything sensible moments after climaxing.  In fact, he was a bit startled and disgruntled when he came back down to earth and realized he had his whole weight on her.

Rebecca didn’t seem to mind, letting him lay depleted on her.  It had felt nice.  Comforting.

“You okay?” It was directed towards him this time, and Harry felt something swirl inside of his belly when he registered that she had been playing with his damp hair.

“Yeah.. yeah..” He murmured, sighing into her slick with sweat neck.  “Are you?”

“Yeah.. yeah, I’m good.” She bit her lip to suppress the disappointed whimper as his softening cock slipped out of her, along with his weight lifting off of her.

Harry sat up and scratched his head, then dragged both hands down his tired face.

“Are you sure?” She asked, unable to move.  She grew worrisome, though, at the exhaustion that seemed to settle across his face.

He looked to her when he caught the concern in her tone.  “I’m sure.” His eyes landed on the teeth marks that were surely going to leave a bruise.  “Are you sure? Shit, I’m sorry.”

Rebecca was confused until she felt his fingertips softly brush along the sensitive flesh above her breast.  She looked down and chuckled.  “It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as my toes do in these heels.”

Harry smiled; a smile she couldn’t read.  It unnerved her and caused an unusual dip in her lower belly.

Then his hand thankfully distracted her train of thought.  It traveled over her breasts and stomach, softly caressed her swollen pussy, then ran down her bare legs to reach her feet.  She kept a close eye on his face the entire time, his never moving away from the skin he touched with care, and she caught the admiration behind his intent gaze.

She thought back to how he kept asking her if she was okay.  She couldn’t recall a guy ever asking her something like that, especially during sex.  But he kept making it a point to know she was alright.  Almost like he wanted the reassurance.  Like he cared.

The strong feeling in her stomach traveled up to her chest at what he did next.

He carefully slipped off her shoes, gently massaging life back into her cramped feet, and then scooped her up into his strong arms to carry her to bed.

———————-

“Who was the blonde asshole you flirted with tonight?”

“Really?” She rolled her eyes, burrowing her cheek on the pillow beneath her head.

They lay side by side under the coolness of the sheets, both on their stomachs and heads turned to face the other.  It was nice, laying in the afterglow instead of rolling off to sleep like they had done the previous occasions.  They had been talking for only a few minutes, partaking in small talk about the wedding before Harry started digging for more information about this intriguing woman laying beside him.

“I believe the only asshole around was the one trying to stake a claim when he shouldn’t have.”

Harry barked a laugh at her choice of words.  “Stake a claim? Really, now?”

She smiled, recalling how easily jealous he was.  “You looked ridiculous, by the way.”

Lifting a brow, he responded monotonously, “You’re full of compliments tonight.”

“And you’re full of yourself.”

He shifted his head closer to hers, the gleam in his eye nearly making her come undone.  “I believe you’ve been the only one full of me tonight.”

Rebecca’s throat went dry, but she quickly recovered when he flashed her an all too knowing grin.  “He was my first,” she revealed with a slight shrug, desperate to steer clear of that… at least for a bit longer.

She still felt too confused, wanting to believe it was just the sex clouding her judgement and fucking with her emotions.

“Ah, the first conquest.” He laughed along with her.  “How old were you?”

“Fifteen.” She grimaced.  “He was Lizzy’s boyfriend at the time.”

“No shit!” Harry laughed at her discomfort.

“Yeah..” She drawled before adding, “not one of my proudest moments.”

“I don’t know what you ever saw in the bloke.  Seemed like too much a pretty boy to me.”

“A pretty boy?”

“Mm,” he hummed, hugging the pillow beneath him.  “Manicured fingernails and probably pedicured feet.”

Rebecca laughed openly, something she couldn’t stop doing since he brought her to bed.  “Probably but..”

“But, what?” He inquired, curious to know what attracted her.

“He’s got a big dick.”

Despite the pang of jealousy that tore inside his chest, he burst into infectious howls of laughter.

“Your parents must be so proud to know the potty mouth their daughter has.” Something changed in the air after his remark and Harry noticed she stiffened beside him.  “Did I say something out of line?”

“No,” she breathed, chuckling under her breath.  “I.. don’t have parents.”

Harry’s eyes instantly softened at her confession and the sorrow was clearly there, something Rebecca hated.

“I’m sorry.”

She shook her head, dismissively.  “Don’t.  It’s not a big deal.  I mean, I guess I do have parents—everybody comes from two people, right? But.. my mom died when I was a little kid and I never knew my dad.”

“What happened to your mum, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“She overdosed.”

She could still see the pity in his eyes, but something else was there, too.  Maybe understanding? Empathy? The realization that he had lost his mother when he was a boy dawned on her, and her heart ached for an entirely different reason.

“She had a lot of demons, apparently.”

“How was she as a mother?” He asked without thinking.  “Shit, sorry.  You don’t have to answer that.”

This time, Rebecca’s eyes softened and Harry could see the walls behind them crumbling slightly.  “She was a shit mother.  I don’t remember too much from that time but.. I guess my memories are only of her either being too high and drunk off her ass to notice me around, or her head stuck inside of a toilet when she had no money to feed her addictions.  She always loved the coke and alcohol more than..” She stopped mid-sentence, shaking away the memories that threatened to come back.

Harry caught the tremor that must have rushed through her and untucked an arm from underneath the pillow to pull the covers up to her chin.

They were silent for a few minutes, just quietly staring at each other.  Something was passing between them, something unspoken, indescribable.  But it was there.  And they both could feel it.

Rebecca didn’t like vulnerability.  She didn’t like opening up, or digging up her own demons.  She felt like she was slipping, like she didn’t have a handle on not only her emotions towards some guy, but also like she didn’t have a handle on herself.

She had come far.  She had buried those demons and started a new life for herself.  She was successful, owned her own townhome in the city, and had a best friend for a business partner.

Things were perfectly fine and normal the way they were.

In control.

Harry once again caught the shift in her mood, in the walls coming back up, and the facial muscles that were once relaxed now tensing up slightly.  A suggestive smile moved across her face, and he knew she was turning back into the sexually charged woman he had met a couple nights ago.

He desperately wanted the woman he had been talking to moments ago to return, to get to know her more.

Rebecca, however, had other plans.  Something a bit more safe; familiar.

She slid closer to him, her lips still holding the sensual smile.  Bringing her mouth an inch from his ear, she whispered seductively, “Where’s that tie?”