Tattered Secrets

My palms were sweaty as I fumbled with my phone, my vision slightly blurry forcing me to squint severely in order to be able to comprehend anything on the screen in front of me. The alcohol was pumping my blood around and it fevered me with a desire.

I hadn’t called Harry once in the two weeks it had been since he had given me his number because I was practically a broken mess. Now I was a drunken hot mess as my finger hit call, hearing several rings before that velvety breath spoke in my ear.

“Hello, who’s this?” A sharp pause was laid on the line between us and I almost contemplated hanging up before my drunken mind finally replied.

“Harry!” I hiccupped, giggling afterwards, “I’ve missed you!”

He laughed and it made the most melodious sound ever as it pooled into my ears, I could hear him laugh forever. “Flora is that you?”

“Yup, it’s me, the one and only.” A car horn blasted loudly causing me to shriek and my free hand to grasp my thrumming chest. My eyes caught the person in the car, his eyes raking down at me but he made no signal to stop and he continued on, my breath coming out in rasps. “Sorry, this goddamn idiot in a car thought it was funny to honk his horn.”

“Why’d you wait so long to call, baby?” My heart thrummed again and my words caught in my throat uncertain of how to answer. “I’ve missed you, couldn’t get my mind off of you, your body, your taste – and God you taste so fucking amazing.”

My eyes almost bulged out of my head and my body seemed to sober up from the alcohol and get intoxicated from his voice. “Fuck me,” I whispered, my mouth agape in shock.

“What was that baby?”

“Nothing,” I bashfully replied, my cheeks tinted pink as I almost shouted down the phone, “Please come pick me up?”

A pregnant pause. My heart dropped to my stomach at the thought of him hanging up now but he uttered the next few words which made my smile reach the top of my ears and engrave permanently onto my face, “Where are you right now?”

It took Harry twenty minutes to get to me and as soon as he had he pulled me into the most mind bending, toe curling kiss I had experienced. His lips felt soft and velvety and his mouth tasted of peppermint toothpaste. I angled my face better to deepen the kiss, my hands running through his soft mocha hair and tugging the ends of it. Harry’s moan juddered on my mouth and my knees felt puny.

When he pulled away he sent a dazzlingly smile towards me but in desperation I latched onto him, my arms circling around his waist as I trail kisses on his neck. When he gulped I licked a streak of hot saliva at his Adam’s apple, feeling him shudder at my touch.

“That tongue baby – that tongue is so dangerous Flora, fuck you make me feel so good.”

The car ride to Harry’s almost caused a collision; I couldn’t keep my hands off of him and he found it hard to drive. With a calamity avoided we had reached his apartment and as soon as I stepped inside he picked me up and swung me over his shoulder, racing towards his bedroom and dropping me tenderly onto the bed. My laughs erupted in the silent apartment and he joined in, before an intensity bubbled within us and our laughter faded.

He looked at me as he took a step closer to the bed, our eyes locked in a captivating gaze.

“Let’s see what that mouth of yours can do, baby.”

Notes

I'm not really good at smut so I don't really know why my story has quite a lot of it but I am trying to branch out.

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