"Ice Cream" - New Young Pony Club

We ate food on the sofa, the large TV playing music videos while we talked and polished off room service over glasses of wine. Harry had given me a long sleeve white top and some jogging bottoms to wear, and I’d asked if he’d had the night together planned as he pulled out a large, leather overnight bag out of the wardrobe; but he shook his head, insisting he always carried spare clothes.

Eating my BLT sandwich I would catch Harry glancing at me, or rather through the top I wore, which was very sheer and was the reason I suspected he’d given it to me.

“Pervert”, I muttered, fully enjoying the attention. Harry’s eyes met with mine, he smirked and shrugged.

“I’m only human.”

Rolling my eyes, I set my plate down onto the table and lay back on the sofa, stretching my legs across his. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t complain; instead, he set his plate down too and settled back also.

“Let me ask you something.”

Something about Harry’s tone filled me with dread. This wasn’t going to be a ’what’s your favourite animal’ conversation, so I took a deep breath and nodded for him to continue.

“Why did you agree to meet me, today and before?”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “I’m not answering that. It really doesn’t matter why I’m here, does it? I could ask why you want to have sex with a woman ten years older than you, but it won’t make a difference.”

Harry pouted and I felt bad; not bad enough to answer his question, but enough that I curled the top half of my body to be closer to him, the side of my face pressed against the back of the couch.

“Let me ask you something.” Reaching a hand out, I stroked his bare arm as it lay across my knees
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“You already asked me a question”, he sulked, bottom lip protruding and making him look like a child.

“It’s an important one, and I gave an answer to yours. It just wasn’t one you wanted to hear.”

Harry didn’t say a thing, he just looked at me like I’d refused him pudding.

“My question is,” I pointed a finger to Harry’s chest, “do you have four nipples?!” I started to giggle, hoping he wasn’t offended, but was relieved to see him laugh too, a shy and embarrassed laugh that made his cheeks dimple.

“Yes, yes I do,” his brow furrowed as I continued to laugh. “You can’t laugh at my nipples! You shouldn’t mock the afflicted.”

“I can and I am. If I’d noticed before I’m not sure I’d have had sex with you.”

Harry feigned being offended, forehead wrinkled and mouth parted in anger. His hands flew to my hips, fingers tickling my sides and making me erupt into louder giggles. He was laughing now too, eyes wide with determination and amusement while I squirmed and wriggled about.

“Ok! Ok! I’m sorry!”, I pleaded, afraid instinct would take over and I’d end up kicking out and hurting him by accident.

Stopping his torture, Harry pulled me up onto his lap, a satisfied grin on his face.

“I’m glad you’ve realised the error of your ways.”

“Yes, you and your extra nipples are perfectly normal”, I yelped as his fingers touched my sides again. “I’m joking! I’m sorry.”

To make sure he was fully distracted, I cupped his face and kissed him, deep and slow, his mouth welcoming my tongue gratefully.

“I accept your apology”, he muttered, grabbing my hips and pulling my lower half tight against him, and I could feel him growing harder up against my pubic bone. Harry groaned loudly into my mouth, taken by surprise by me rubbing myself against him.

“How about that bath you talked about?”

Sliding my hand between us, I stroked his cock over the fabric of his briefs enjoying the thrill that ran through my body hearing his moan and feeling him thrust forward.

“Later”, Harry breathed, a hand working its way along my stomach, pulling the drawstring undone and tugging the waistband down. “Stand up.” His voice was gruff and commanding, all hint of humour gone. He wanted one thing and one thing only.

I climbed off of his knee and let my trousers fall to the floor, while he yanked his own underwear down, erection springing free and slapping against his stomach. I went back to straddling him; it had only been 45 minutes but I was glad to feel his skin against mine once more.

I pressed my forehead to his, holding my breath as I raised my body off of him and he guided his cock into me. Harry’s breathing hitched as I lowered back down, taking him in fully to the base.

“Does that feel good?”, Harry murmured, teeth grazing my jaw and hands gripping my ass tightly.

I whimpered a “yes”, hips rocking back and forth, knowing that his hands would leave marks on my skin sent shivers through me. Gripping the back of the sofa, arms on either side of Harry’s head, I started to ride him faster.

“I’ll let you do all the work”, he grinned.

Harry let his head fall back, hair covering my hands; he had a slack jawed smile on his face, watching my breasts bouncing under the fabric of his jumper. I kept my body moving as I lifted the jumper up over my head, since I was starting to overheat, and the hungry look in Harry’s eyes was an added bonus as I tossed it to one side.

Pulling me against him, Harry’s mouth wrapped around my left nipple, tongue circling and teasing it while he pinched and teased the other one with his hand. His breath scorched my skin while he dragged his mouth over my breasts, kissing and sucking and leaving more marks that I knew I should stop him making but I loved so much.

My chest was forgotten as his pleasure built, his body slumping back against the sofa and his lazy smile replaced with a crinkled brow and a clenched jaw.

“I want you to come”, he panted, trying with all his might to stop himself from going over the edge.

“I’m not going to,” I shook my head quickly, “but I want you to. Come for me, Harry.”

Not needing to be asked twice, he dug his fingers into my hips while a low but loud whimper fell from his mouth. His body shook and stiffened then slackened, his breathing loud and heavy before he hugged me to his chest, mouth finding mine and lazily kissing me.

“Now I’m all dirty, I think it’s time for that bath we talked about.”

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