It Takes Patience III: Stripped

*Reagan’s POV*
My hands remained on Harry’s shoulders as he walked me backwards to the pool table. Our lips were still connected, moving in synch with each other as we both have learned what the other likes and wants. Harry tried to deepen the kiss several times, but every time I felt his tongue brush against my bottom lip, I would close my mouth. I could see him raise an eyebrow as he kissed me no doubt questioning in his head if we should be doing this, but that was only because my eyes were open, are open.

My eyes are open. His are closed.

It’s Harry. I have to mentally tell myself that it’s only him. He’s the only one who can get rid of the tainted memory that repeats itself in my mind. But every time I close my eyes his hands, that have touched me intimately in every way that I can possibly fathom, are replaced by that of another slowly trailing down my sides. I force them closed anyway and allow my focused side to repeat a mantra in my head in order to keep myself calm. This is the man I love. This is supposed to feel right.

When I feel my legs hit the brim of the pool table my heart races at an abnormal level. It’s raced this way before, but this is not the palpitation of excitement. My stomach feels like it’s in my throat and I swallow deeply to put it back in its place.

Harry’s hands travel down from my hips, over my love handles and rest just under my backside before he effortlessly lifts me settling me on the edge of the table. He pulls away from my lips and leaves tiny wet kisses along my jaw. When he gets to my neck and his hands go to the hem of my shirt, muddled blue eyes flash in front of me.

They’re so clear that I feel like I should be able to look through them and see the darkness that settles behind them. I feel a familiar sting behind my eyes before I slap Harry’s hands away from pulling the shirt any higher. H. jumps removing them from me as he gives me a serious look. Before he can get a word out I speak in hopes to cover up my actions.

“Um, your mom, your mom and Robin are outside.”

“So? Never stopped us before."

Harry quirks his head to the side and looks at me, searches me, really for use of better word. He opens his mouth again and I can see the worry etched on his beautiful face but before he can get another word out, I interrupt.

“We probably shouldn’t take all of our clothes off. This should just be quick. It’s only nine- thirty. I- I mean your mom could come back inside the house and come down here.”

Harry licks his lips while furrowing his eyebrows and rests his hands on the rail of the table on either side of me and I feel suffocated, trapped.

“Maybe we should wait then Reagan. I really don’t think you should be-” He sounds annoyed with me. I know I’m acting strange, but if we do this it will be better. I’ll be better.

“H, it’s fine,” I smile at him and pull him closer to me by his shoulders, “I just want it to be a quick one before we go upstairs in your room. I want you to fuck me on the pool table.” Harry's eyes flutter and he chews on his bottom lip as result of my raunchy word use that I know he likes me to use when we're together this way.

I kiss the corner of his full lips but he still looks at me skeptically. The worry in his eyes outweighs the lust. I continue to kiss down his neck and hear him sigh in pleasure when my teeth graze his skin and my tongue glides across the sore area that I created. It’s been a while since the last time that we’ve had sex, and I know he secretly wants to. Harry tries to act like I’m the sex crazed one in the relationship, but in all actuality he’s just as bad if not worse than me.

His hands remain on the pool table holding on to it as I continue to kiss and suck on his neck, leaving small marks in my wake and I find myself relieved that he hasn’t tried to touch me again. I need to be the one in control. Perhaps that was my only issue in the first place.

I stand from the pool table and push Harry back a bit, putting my hands on his chest and then fisting a handful of the black tank he wore today. His eyes go wide when I abruptly switch our positions and he loses his footing making him fall backwards on the table.

His face twists halfway in pain as he pulls the 8-ball from under his back and I reach for the zipper of his jeans. When he looks at me his eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are pressed together in a hard line but he allows me to continue without interjecting too much.

“If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was say so.”

I ignore his comment as I straddle him, and he watches me with no expression on his face but he rests his hands on my hips, looping his index fingers in my sleeper shorts. I bend to kiss him, with more aggression in my actions and bite his lip, but I still don’t allow his tongue to dance with mine. He groans in frustration, but that’s the only sound of protest he makes.

When his fingers move to pull down my shorts and my panties, nervous energy erupts in me again quickly turning into panic. I grab his hands to stop his actions again and he allows them to fall to the table, finally understanding what it is I need for him to do is absolutely nothing, just be here for me to use. It sounds horrible, but this is what I need to help me get through, it has to be.

I bend to nip at his neck, enjoying the groans and sharp intakes of breath Harry makes when I find his sweet spot. I can feel his erection press against me through his jeans and I know I’m soaking through my panties as I grind against him allowing my zodiac's cliché to shine through as a truth.

For a moment the memory that taints my mind slowly starts to fade, but when my hands get to the top of his jeans I freeze and pull them away as if I’d been burned. Another piece of the memory begins to play out and I can see myself unbuttoning and unzipping Peyton’s pants in his room as I lie naked beneath him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t. I thought I could but I can’t.” My breathing picks up and for me recently that only means one thing. I hastily move off of Harry’s lap and find myself heading for the stairs with tears in my eyes, but I don’t allow them to fall.

I can hear Harry shuffling up the stairs quickly behind me and he grabs my shoulder, but I brush him off so we don’t make a scene in front of his mom and Robin. They look in our direction and I grin at them to battle off any suspicion before I take the stairs two at a time to get my pills in Harry’s room.

Notes

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