Little Dragon - Feather

The drive home with Will was quiet but surprisingly relaxed, him tapping his fingers on the steering wheel whilst whistling to the songs on the radio. He was happy and satisfied that the afternoon had gone well: Harry had left us in good spirits which Will put down to me being nice and friendly but I knew it was because of the blowjob I’d given him in the cloakroom.

With the salty sweet taste of him still on my tongue, I closed my eyes and relived the sound of his voice as he’d come, a whispered expletive while his hips bucked gently, the feel of hot liquid filling my mouth and sliding down my throat. I licked him clean as his dick softened, thrilled that he’d shake and twitch every time my tongue touched anywhere that was still sensitive.

I was remembering how he’d pulled me to my feet so he could kiss me when Will spoke, “I forgot to mention that I have to work tonight, is that ok?” It wasn’t a question; he was going to work whether I liked it or not.

“That’s fine, I have things I need to do anyway.”

Will smiled at me and touched my knee briefly.

“Was Mia ok? Did she say what upset her?”

“She was fine. I have no idea what was wrong, I dealt with it though.”

“It just didn’t seem like her, she’s normally so bubbly and happy”, I pondered.

“I don’t know, Layla.” Sighing, I could see Will roll his eyes and shake his head. “Maybe Harry said something to offend her; you know he has a reputation with the ladies.”

Clamping my mouth shut, I didn’t want to annoy him further but I was glad to know that Harry had not upset Mia. I wanted to tell Will that he was wrong but it wasn’t worth making him angry by pushing the matter further. His mood was good and I didn’t want to spoil that.

*‘I need you to open the door.’* Harry.

I crinkled my forehead in confusion.

*‘What, my door?’*

*'Yes, your door. Hurry up before I’m spotted.’*

Still none the wiser I did as I was told and went to open the front door. Sure enough there stood Harry who slid past me quickly and shut the front door for me.

“Not to be rude, but what the fuck?” I was always happy to see him but he’d put us in the biggest risk yet.

“You said you were alone and I couldn’t let that happen.”

Smiling his knee buckling grin, he kissed me. I let him until I came to my senses and my hand went to his chest.

“Nobody saw me, Layla, I promise.”

“You don’t know that! There are a lot of nosey old ladies on this street.”

I was panicking; maybe Harry had gone too far this time. There was legitimately no way of explaining why he was here if Will came home.

Harry stepped back, realising his mistake and looking worried. “I’m sorry; do you want me to go?”

Now, that was a question. Did I want him to go? He was back to being casual, every day Harry, black skinny jeans and a Rolling Stones tee with a green beanie on his head. He smelt so good and it triggered so much need for him that I lost all sense and shook my head.

Pulling me hard against him, he kissed me with a passion and depth that I didn’t care if Will walked in right now, I’d simply ask him to come back later when we were done. I reached behind Harry and slid the chain lock into place if Will was to make an early return home he wouldn’t surprise us.

“I don’t know when he’ll be home”, I whispered, head falling back as Harry’s mouth made its way down my neck, teeth grazing my skin as it went.

“Are you sure you want me to stay?” Harry asked, voice vibrating against my tingling skin.

“Yes, I want you to stay.” His lips were back on mine and I pressed my body as close as I could to him. My hand went to the back of his head, fingers burying into his hair and sending his hat to the floor.

“In that case, you best show me to the bedroom.”

Harry’s grin was triumphant and mischievous, glad he had done something naughty but was getting a reward instead of being punished.

I grabbed the front of Harry’s jeans and headed upstairs with a giggling Harry in tow. The house was over three levels and I took him to the very top, to one of rooms we hardly ever used unless we had a lot of guests. It was actually my favourite room in the house, which was the reason it was very rarely used. It was the first room I had decorated before Will allowed me to do the rest, and I felt proud to show Harry my happy place.

“This is lovely”, he commented without prompting. I smiled and hoped he couldn’t see me blushing with pride. “Is this your room?”

“No, I couldn’t do that”, I grimaced and felt a seed of a doubt starting to grow. This was really wrong; if Will came home all hell would break loose.

“Layla?”

I turned to find Harry was already sat on the edge of the vintage brass bed, looking beautiful surrounded by the thick white bedding, like an angel on a goose feather cloud.

Removing my night shirt and dropping it to the stripped floorboards I walked to him, his hands settling on my hips as soon as I was in reach. His green eyes wandered across my body, naked apart from my pyjama shorts, before pressing his lips to the spot between my breasts. “You’re so beautiful, and right now you’re perfect.”

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