Abby's P.O.V.

Harry lowered his head until his breath was warm against my ear.

“It’s a real bad idea. Fucking you is all I can think about but it’s a bad idea. Push me away and leave the room. It’s the only way I can keep from touching you.”

That night we’d spent together was one I still dreamed about when my dreams were good.
How could I walk away when he was offering it again?
Why would I want to? I liked Harry. He wasn’t just sexy and really good at making me feel wanted. He was thoughtful and well liked by everyone.
He was one of the good guys. I needed affection. I had lived most of my life without it.
Sex made me feel close to someone even if just for a little while.

I’d lost my virginity to a guy who had held me and touched me.
I’d wanted to be touched so badly. I’d wanted to feel close to someone. It had been a mistake. The guy hadn’t been caring and thoughtful the way Harry was.
Having Harry touch me was so different. I craved the way he made me feel.

I moved my hands to his chest and laid my palms against the hard muscles under his shirt that I had licked thoroughly, every wonderful ripple.

“What if I don’t want to leave? What if I want you to pull my skirt up?” I asked, looking up at him through my eyelashes. It was a simple question. An honest one.

“Damn, baby,” he murmured just before his mouth covered mine.

The desperation in his kiss made me tingle between my legs.
Our tongues danced and tasted until we were both pressing our bodies closer while our hands fought with the clothing between us. I managed to jerk Harry shirt off by pulling it over his head and then covering one of his dark nipples with my mouth and sucking hard. My panties were jerked down and I quickly stepped out of them as he pulled them down over my boots.

“You’re keeping these boots on. I want it all off but the boots,” he growled as he pulled my shirt off and then made quick work of my bra.

As soon as he had me naked I went back to kissing his chest. Sam’s chest hadn’t looked like this. I had never touched a chest like this but with Harry.
He quickly grabbed his jeans from the floor next to his boxers and pulled out a small package before putting on the condom.

Harry's hands circled my waist and he picked me up and pressed me against the wall as he slammed into me.

“Harry! YES!” I cried out as the pleasurable pain engulfed me and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on.

“Fuck yes… fuck yes… damn Abby baby, I’ve fantasized about this since the last time I was up in here. It’s like some kind of fucking utopia. I don’t want to ever come out.”

Harry’s breathing was heavy as he leaned over my body and buried his head in my neck.

“So good,” he groaned.

“Fill me, then you can do it again,” I promised, wanting him to move.
I craved the orgasm I knew he could give me. That one moment when I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. Bad memories weren’t there to haunt me during that nirvana.
It was my one moment of relief. I intended to get a lot of those from him tonight. I didn’t care about anything else. Just how Harry could make me feel.

Harry let out a crazy growl before he started pumping in and out of me. He licked a trail down my neck and bit me on my shoulder and just above my breast several times .I watched, desperate to get as lost in him as I could. His tongue trailed a path down to my nipple and flicked it several times before pulling it into his mouth. I was so close to coming.

My legs started getting weak from the impending orgasm.Harry noticed and he grabbed both my legs and moved even closer to use the wall as support.
His eyes lifted and the moment they locked with mine my pleasure exploded and I cried out his name until it was a whimper.

“Uhh, fuck, Abby, uuuh, God yes.” Harry's release shook his body so hard it sent a second ripple of pleasure through me. I managed to hold onto him tightly and rested my head against his chest.

Our breathing was hard and heavy. It sounded like we’d both just run a marathon. I felt like I’d just run a marathon but had managed to reach heaven in the process.

Harry's hand ran down my hair and my back over and over as we stood there.
It was a soothing gesture from him that only made me like him more.
I’d never even had a hug until Lana had held me the night I found my mother dead. Harry gave me something no one else had. I sought out affection from others.

Not only could Harry give me that but he made everything else fade away. If I could take him home with me at night would I have my nightmares? Could he exhaust my body with the ability to bring me pleasure until all I could remember was him?


Harry's P.O.V.

I was going to take her home with me tonight.
I needed more of this. I wanted to taste her again and spend hours rolling those candy red nipples against my tongue. She was like crack. It had taken all my willpower to walk out on her the last time we’d done this. Now I needed to get her out of my system or at least die trying.

She snuggled deeper into my arms and her soft satisfied sigh only made me hard again.
Damn, she was all kinds of sweet. I shouldn’t be doing this with her but my body had other ideas.

I slowly pulled out of her before I got completely hard again. If that happened I’d end up fucking her just like this again and I needed to change my condom.

“Harry fucking Styles I’m going to kick your ass if you’re doing what I think you’re doing! You need to get out here. Amanda just showed up.” El’s angry snarl wasn’t missed as she pounded on the door.

Hell! I didn’t want to deal with Amanda right now. I wanted to change my damn condom and sink myself back inside Abby.

Abby leaned back from my embrace and she frowned up at me.

“Who’s Amanda?”

Who was Amanda? Did I lie to her? No. I couldn’t.
But telling her the truth meant that I wouldn’t get to do this again. I needed to find a way to explain it so that I didn’t end this… this thing we had going.

“Please answer me, Harry,” she said as she dropped her legs to the floor and stepped away from me. I felt cold without her. I jerked my pants back up. Her arms crossed over her chest protectively. It only made me want to pull them away so that she wasn’t blocking my view.“Harry?” She was waiting.

I couldn’t do it. I could not lie to her just to get her to keep fucking me.
DAMMIT! Why did I have to be so honorable?

“She’s my soon to be fiancée.” The words physically hurt coming out of my mouth.
The idea of marrying Amanda and never knowing this again almost made me throw all this shit with my dad out the door and say screw it. But I couldn’t.
It was my future and Abby would leave soon. I couldn’t throw my future away for a few weeks of the hottest fuck of my life.

“Soon to be?” she asked, reaching for her bra. I wanted to help her put it on but I knew she wouldn’t want me to. Not after I clarified this.“I’m going to ask her to marry me tomorrow night during the Delamar Benefit at the club.” I said and her eyes went wide.

Notes

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