All Again

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
BECCA

Then.

I couldn't stop kissing him.
His lips and mouth were hypnotic.
"Fuck." he whispered under his breath as we broke apart again.
By now I had climbed on his lap and we were filling the car with our own heat.
I didn't know where his security had gone but we were taking full advantage.
"Your lips are incredible." he whispered as our foreheads touched.
We were breathless.
His breath was warm against my mouth and his hands on my hips sent tingles on my skin.
"It's all you. This mouth..." I said cupping his chin in my hands. "It's a gift from the Gods."
And it was.
He did this teasing thing where he pecked your lips before playfully swiping his tongue against yours. It was just enough to drive you crazy and leave you wanting more. And oh, did he give you more.
He smiled and kissed me again.
His tongue probed in my mouth, dancing and teasing.
I could feel his hand traveling my skin and I wanted so badly for him to take my shirt off. I rested my hands against his shoulders and grinded my hips against his. My hips were aching at this point to feel every inch of him.
"Don't do that." he murmured.
"Don't do what?" I whispered against his lips, rocking my hips again.
He was already hard and if it was possible, I felt him grow harder beneath me.
"Stop." he whined. "These are not the pants for that."
I giggled and finally pulled away. Our eyes truly met for the first time since this had all started.
His beautiful green eyes seemed darker in this light, but still as hypnotizing.
"Well hello." I said looking back at him.
"Hi." he said smiling wide.
"How are you?" I asked.
He shifted slightly underneath me. "Uncomfortable."
I instantly lifted and prepared to move.
"Don't!" he said abruptly, gripping my hips and pulling me back down. "I want you there."
"But you're uncomfortable?" I reasoned.
"Because I want you." he said, staring back at me. "Badly. I'm dying in these pants."
Oh.
I leaned and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"I want you too. We need to get back to the hotel." I concluded.
I wanted him. All of him, and I didn't even care if it was socially unacceptable to be sleeping with him so soon.
"No, not tonight." he said quietly, trailing his hands on my skin.
I looked back at him in confusion. He obviously wanted me. The hardness underneath me told me so.
He moved his hands up and gently traced my lips.
"I want you but I don't want to rush it." he said reading my thoughts.
"I've known you for two months." I pointed out.
"I know, but trust me." he said gently. "We should wait."
His voice was gentle and caring.
I pressed my forehead against his and sighed. He had no idea how hard that was going to be.
"Fine." I groaned. I didn't agree, but if he didn't want to tonight, I guess I should respect that. However, my tone showed how I really felt.
As I backed away, he grinned back at me.
I made a move to climb off him and he gripped my legs again.
"That doesn't mean move."
"I have to or else I'm going to jump your bones in this car Harry. And, I'm pretty sure you don't like your security to watch."
This time he groaned and pouted, but let me go.
As we separated, I finally glanced and noticed the windows. In that short time, they had begun to fog.
As I turned to Harry, he was smiling at me, cheekily. He must have noticed as well.
I smiled back.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked for confirmation.
He didn't answer. Reaching over and cupping my face, he gave me a final peck on my lips.
It was so sweet but said everything.
We smiled at each other like lovesick teenagers until we heard the door open. Harry's security was back.
Though it was warm outside, the minute he opened the door, a cold draft moved through the car.
It was then I realized how much we had warmed the space with our fire.
How long had we kissed? Five minutes? Ten?
We had been left alone for a quite a bit, and I was sure it didn't take security that long to find the other boys.
Harry's driver said nothing as we pulled apart, though he had to notice the partial fogged windows.
He just started the car.
Harry gave me a mischievous smile but said nothing more on the ride home.
Every few minutes our eyes would catch each others and we would smile, both reliving the moments before we were interrupted.
When we arrived to the hotel, Harry opened his door first, sliding out of the car, then he lifted his hand to help me out.
I slid over his way and climbed out.
Then, he took my hand.
We were actually holding hands as we walked into the hotel.
Harry's security stayed with us until we reached the main floor we stayed on.
"Thanks Mate. Appreciate it." Harry said as his guard left us to head to his room, and we headed to ours.
As his guard opened his hotel door, with my free hand, I began to pull my keycard out of my pocket mimicking the action, when Harry quickly yanked my arm, spun me and pressed me against a hotel door.
"What are you doi-" I began but was cut off as his lips crashed against mine.
Instantly he gripped both my wrists and held them over my head. My keycard hit the floor.
I moaned as his mouth moved away from my lips and connected to my neck.
What was he doing to me?
His mouth kissed and licked, until he found my lips again pushing his tongue against mine.
I forced my hands of his grasp and brought it to his hair. He still had his man bun and I quickly wrapped my finger around his hair tie, setting his hair free. It fell wildly on his shoulders.
He broke the kiss.
"Hey..." he drawled pulling slightly back. His lips were bright pink and swollen. "I liked my hair up."
I didn't respond, and moved both hands through his hair, allowing my nails to gently massage his scalp quickly as I parted his hair back.
He closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the sensation.
I smiled, at his partial 'O' face, and then felt a little devious.
Before I could really think it through, I yanked a portion of his hair hard, asserting control, and his eyes shot open.
His face flushed and then he smiled, turned on more.
So Harry had a slight pain kink....interesting.
"Okay..." he said. His eyes had a look of revenge. His hands wrapped around my thighs and he lifted me suddenly.
I squealed at how quickly he hoisted me.
He carried me down the rest of the hall and pressed me against his hotel door.
Using the weight of the door to hold me up, he used one hand to dig in his back pocket for his keycard. I was quickly reminded of my keycard down the hall on the floor.
Harry read my mind.
"We'll get it later. You're staying with me tonight." he said.
"I don't want to go to your room." I teased. "I'm going to bed." I said as he stuck the keycard in its slot.
He nodded no and the door beeped.
"No way."
He lifted me fully again, pushing the door open.
Then using both hands he carried me into the room and dropped me on the bed. Hard.
Oh so this was the game we were playing...
I smiled in amusement as he pulled his shirt off.
His tan, tattooed skin finally looked back at me. My eyes trailed quickly, stopping only to take in his silver cross necklace that he said he kept for good luck.
As he stood above me, in all his handsomeness, I was even more turned on.
He stared down at me, biting his lower lip and running his teeth over it.
He was so fucking sexy. His stance was dominating, but inviting.
If he wasn't going to fuck me, then he was totally confusing me.
He seemed primed and ready.
"Harry," I called softly to break his stare, but he didn't answer.
He climbed on the bed and gripped both of my legs and pulled me closer to him.
Then before I could say anything more, his lips were on my inner thighs, kissing gently. In that moment I was thankful I didn't wear my jeans.
I closed my eyes, laying my head back on the bed.
When I had awoke that morning, I had no idea that this could even be a vision. Harry was practically on his knees in front of me, nestled between my legs placing soft kisses.
"I want to take these off." he mumbled against my skin.
"Do it." I said. I was anxious to see what else he wanted to do to me.
He brought his head up and unbuttoned my shorts. Then, he began to remove them.
"This is getting dangerous." I teased. "You said not tonight."
He smiled. "I have restraint. Do you?"
"Depends on what you're about to do." I said honestly.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked. His smile, and that dimple melted me. I was going to come before he even touched me.
I couldn't think of a daring response so I just said "I'm all yours."
He grinned wider. "Not yet, but hopefully soon." he said softly.
Then he leaned back down and started lifting me to heaven.
I was lucky I had worn my pink lace boy shorts today. The material was thin and sexy enough for this little hookup.
Harry must have sensed this as he brought his mouth to my most intimate area and licked over the material of the lace.
I immediately shifted.
"Wow, your panties are soaked." he said proudly.
"Do that again." I instructed, ignoring him.
He chuckled as he licked me again and then flicked his tongue against my clit.
Holy shit.
My panties weren't even removed, but I could feel everything as if it was.
I looked back at him and his skilled tongue.
It was official.
"I need to fuck you." I said breathless.
He smiled and moved his hand between my legs.
He began to run his hands up and down my clit.
"Do you?" he asked.
I moaned again. He was barely touching me and I was already going over the edge.
His hands kept moving up and down, up and down...sliding...over the thin lace.
I wanted so badly for him to just stick a finger in me or just take me right there but he didn't.
His touch was deadlier, and the slow assault unraveled me.
Harry knew exactly what he was doing.
As I got closer to orgasm, he brought his mouth down to my sex and then he combined the two.
"Fuck Harry." I whispered. "I'm going to come."
As I uttered the words, he moved his body back over mine and kissed me. His hands never left my body.
"You're so fucking sexy." he whispered. "I want to make you come over and over again." he said in my ear.
Between his warm breath, skilled hands, and deep accent in my ear, he sent me over the edge right at the time and I came. I moaned loudly and cursed under my breath as I vibrated underneath him.
I remained in my post coital high for a few moments and he stared at me.
When I caught my breath, I finally faced him.
"That's not fair."
"What isn't?" he asked removing his hand from my body and cupping my face.
"What you just did."
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"I loved it."
He smiled and sat up. I studied his body and the tattoos again.
Harry had a lot of them, and typically tattoos turned me off, but on him, it was different.
They complimented him in a strange way and added to his appeal.
Strangely at this point, I couldn't picture his body without the tattoos.
They had become apart of him.
"Harry you are art." I said scanning him.
He smiled and looked down at his body. "Well I sure have a lot on me, don't I?"
I didn't respond and sat up pulling him to me.
I couldn't stop touching him...kissing him...just being with him.
We kissed for minutes until I decided I needed to return the favor. I quickly switched our positions and began to kiss his chest, trailing down.
"Becca." he called gently, but this time I ignored him.
I kissed his 17BLACK tattoo. And his sparrows. And his butterfly until I made my way down to his belly button.
I traced my tongue over the tips of his leaves that rested on his hips, playing a small game of connect the dots, as I weaved up and down each detail of his laurels.
He groaned gently.
I moved from the left to the right and then I went for his pants. I unbuckled them.
His eyes remained on me as I came face to face with his Calvin Klein boxers, and then, as I removed him completely from his boxer briefs.
I wasn't ashamed I had mini dreams of his penis and wondered just what he had hiding in the many skinny jeans he wore.
I was surprised.
He was big.
Quite long actually and easily in the seven or eight inch category.
"How do you even..." I trailed off and giggled. How did he breathe in those pants?
"What?" Harry asked. His voice was slightly raised.
I realized I probably shouldn't giggle as I looked at his penis. It could be quite emasculating.
"It's better than I imagined." I said softly and from the corner of my eye, I saw him smile.
I leaned down to give the head a small lick. I looked up at him.
His eyes instantly closed and he hissed. Then slowly I inched my mouth down, taking him slowly in my mouth.
Then slowly I eased back up. I swirled my mouth on the tip again and then quietly spit. As my spit coated the head of his penis, I wrapped my lips around him and moved down slowly again.
"Fuuuucckkk." he drawled out slowly. I flicked my eyes up at him and saw he was biting his lip in ecstasy.
I wanted to smile, but continued my work.
I loved to watch men as I made them unravel.
I began to suck while moving my hand in a circular rotation on the lower end of his dick.
Fast, then slow, faster, then spit.
Slow and then lick.
There was an art to oral sex, and it was one I had learned with my first boyfriend. I had been one of those girls who had been keen to hold on to my virginity for as long as possible, which in turn, had resulted in lots of blowjobs.
"Holy fuck. Bec just like that." Harry grunted underneath me.
His hips rocked upwards and his hand went to my hair, guiding me.
"I'm so close." he mumbled after a few seconds.
I slowed down my speed, drawing out his orgasm.
It was a give and take game and the look on his face let me know he was enjoying it.
His hands wrapped around my hair, gathering it into a loose ponytail and he gently tugged. That was my cue to go faster.
"Shit!" he said immediately shooting his eyes open. He cursed my name and brought his hands to his face. Seconds later, he jerked in my mouth and I felt the warm liquid shoot down my throat.
I didn't like to swallow but I allowed him to continue to come in my mouth. At this moment, I wanted him in every way possible.
I sucked the excess come until he was dry and only then did he drop his hands from his face.
He looked at complete peace.
"Becca," he said quietly, looking up at the ceiling.
I lifted my body and climbed over him. I peered down at him.
"There are no words." he said softly as our eyes met.
I kissed his nose and he moved up so that our lips met.
He kissed me slow, not bothered at all by the taste of us on our tongues. He gave an appreciative kiss.
"You're quite good at that." he said as we pulled apart.
I smiled widely. "That makes two mister."
He swallowed and looked me over.
I was still in my underwear and black t-shirt and he was completely naked besides the socks he was wearing and his pants that were pooled at his feet.
"This isn't fair." he said flicking his hand on my skin.
I lifted and took my shirt off so I was only in my bra and underwear.
"Better?"
He nodded, grinned and lifted himself on his elbows. I climbed completely on his lap.
"You want to take a shower?" he asked. His green eyes gleamed at me.
"Together?" I asked.
"Yeah." he said casually.
"You just want to see me naked." I teased.
He smiled "I do. Absolutely."
He brought a hand up to my left breast, and fell back against the bed. He swiped his finger over my nipple through the thin lace material of the bra. "I also want to make you come again. I like the face. "
"Oh really?" I asked.
I'd be happy to oblige. I rested my hips against his groin and rode gently.
"You're still hard." I noted.
He swallowed slowly. "I am."
His hands quickly found my waist. I intensified my speed, dry humping him. The lace from my underwear the only thing separating the contact. My panties were soaked through, so I was sure he could feel everything.
He groaned.
"Stop." he said.
"Why? We're pretty much there Harry." I whispered, feeling my own warm sensations. I wondered if it was possible to come this way. He was rubbing my clit just right...
He groaned. "I know, but I don't want to fuck you yet. I just kissed you for the first time like two hours ago."
"But you want me." I said looking back at him. It was all over his face.
"I do." he says. "More than I thought I would."
I removed his hands from my waist and sat up completely before climbing off of him. Let's try a different tactic...
"Where are you going?" he asked quickly.
"I'm going to take a shower." I said. "Are you going to join me?" I asked seductively.
Yet now, I had added a seductive move to my hips.
He stared back at me contemplating. The moment had changed a bit from his initial question. I was quite sure if we showered together now, we would go all the way.
He was standing at attention before me, and my panties were beyond wet.
I continued to move my body back and forth enticing him. I was more than welcoming this shower suggestion.
He watched me, having an internal battle that I lost.
"No." he said suddenly.
I looked back at him as he sat up. He pulled his boxers up, completely ruining the moment.
He lifted his jeans next then faced me.
"You should go first. I'll wait."
He put on a smile but it didn't placate me.
I rolled my eyes.
"You just suggested it Harry."
"I know but...I just want to wait." he said softly. "Do you need anything?" he asked. "I have shampoo and body washes and there's some clothes if you want."
Now he was irritating me.
I knew he had sex-lots of it.
So why was he prolonging this?
He practically went down on me and let me go down on him so what was the problem?
We were both consenting adults and my body was on fire, waiting for him.
I gave up.
"Fine." I said. "Forget it."
I walked past him to the bed and reached for my clothes.
He touched my arm on the way.
"Baby?" he called. "What's wrong?"
I was angry.
So angry that him using that word for the first time did nothing for me.
"Don't be upset." he said, reading my silence.
"I'm not." I said, moving away from him and putting on my t-shirt.
He sighed. "Becca?"
"I'll just be in my room." I said shuffling on my tight shorts quickly.
"Becca, don't. Just stop." he said moving towards me. "I don't want you to leave, I just--"
I moved away.
"No it's late. We have a flight in the morning." I reminded him quickly and headed for the door.
He said nothing more and I left the room.
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I heard nothing more from him.
I was aware that we left for our flight at 10am, so I woke up early and packed.
Around 8:30 there was a knock on my door and I figured immediately that it was Harry. By then, I was dressed casually in a light sweater and jeans so I could be comfortable on the plane.
Besides the show that night, it was the only thing exciting me about the day. I had never flown private anything and was anxious to pretend I was someone important; even if it was just for two hours.
However, I didn't want to see Harry and was relieved when it was Dale from the first day.
"Hi." I said, looking back at him.
"Hey. Good Morning. We're going to be heading out soon and I need to take your luggage and load it. Are you all packed?"
I turned around and looked at my room doing a mental scan. I was confident I had everything important packed, but I wanted to double check.
"Can I maybe get ten minutes?"
"Of course." he said. "I've still got to grab Niall and Louis' luggage so I'll start there."
I nodded and smiled 'thanks'. He left.
I quickly wrapped up the rest of my things, double checking that I had my chargers, and other small knick knacks.
Ten minutes later, like clockwork, Dale returned and grabbed my bags.
"We're going to load up soon. We'll have someone grab you." he reassured me.
I thanked him again and then turned on the TV in my room.
I had a few minutes so I leisurely looked at the TV and spun my phone in my hand.
A few friends from school texted me and linked me to useless memes on Facebook while I waited.
Then I heard another knock.
I grabbed my purse and did a final scan of the room, making sure I hadn't left anything then I headed for the doors, ready to go.
When I opened it, I was surprised to see Harry, not security, looking back at me in dark sunglasses.
He seemed to have a grown an inch since the day before and he towered over me.
"Hey." he said quietly.
I didn't respond right away. I was surprised to see him, but I was also looking at what he had on.
He looked pretty casual for the most part: white t-shirt, an open black and pink overshirt, black jeans, his signature tan boots...but then I looked at his jacket. It was maroon and gold sequined and I could tell it was made by an expensive designer.
The whole combo shouldn't fit together but it was Harry and he made everything a little bit better. I had to admit he looked just as sexy as the evening before.
"Hi." I said back. My tone wasn't enthused like normally and I know he could tell I was upset.
He ran a hand through his hair and then sighed.
"Can we talk for a second?" he asked.
I ignored his question. "Are they ready for us downstairs?"
"No." he said looking back at me. Though he was wearing dark sunglasses, I could feel his gaze on me.
I shuffled my purse on my shoulder. I wanted to ask why he was there then. It was obvious I didn't want to talk to him.
"What's wrong?" he asked me. "What was that last night?"
I ignored him and rolled my eyes. I thought the problem was pretty obvious.
He had played games last night.
"I don't get why you're upset." he said looking back at me. "You should be happy I'm respecting you."
"Oh is that what it was Harry?" I asked sarcastically.
He nodded quickly.
"I don't see it that way." I said without pause.
"But why? Obviously I'm into you and last night was great. I don't get why you're being this way. Unless you regret it?" he questioned.
His question hung in the air with uncertainty.
"No I don't regret it, and I'm not being any way Harry. It's fine. I just don't want to be bothered right now."
His green eyes gave me a pointed look, before he looked down.
He sighed and bit his lip thinking.
"We don't seem okay." he said quietly as if he was speaking more to himself than to me. Whatever thoughts he was having, he was trying to work out in his mind.
I didn't answer. We're not.
I was fine with waiting, but I didn't like his dismissive behavior. He was the one who had initiated everything and it seemed like he was the one who was having regrets--not me.
Either way, it was over and done with now. Conversation over.
I moved to close the door and he stopped me.
"No Becca. You don't get to be mad at me for this. Look at where we are...we're in Thailand and we've had a great few days together. Please don't ruin everything by being this way. I told you I didn't want things to go too far, and I meant it-for last night. I know that things progressed and I'm sorry if..." He looked back at me. "I'm just sorry." he said. "But it's not because I didn't want you or want it to happen, because I do. I just...I didn't want it in that way. It should mean a little more than some random hookup after hanging at a club."
I didn't respond. I wanted to be angry but his tone was incredibly sincere and I could tell this was bothering him.
I looked down at the floor and shuffled my feet.
"Is that really what it was?" I asked.
"Yeah." he said. "I really like you Becca and I just think you deserve a little better than that is all."
"Then why did you even let it get that far?"
He shrugged and leaned against the door frame.
"I really like you like I said. Besides, you were kind of hard to resist."
That got a smile out of me.
He smiled back.
"Fine." I said looking back at him. "If that's really what it was then, I'm over it." I held up my hands in a truce. "Friends." I said softly.
He bit his lips and leaned forward. "Just friends?"
"Well I mean...what do you want Harry?" I asked.
He leaned down and pulled my face to his. He kissed me softly. He smelled like cologne and peppermints. I was instantly his. I moved to deepen the kiss and he pulled back.
"Just that." he said as our eyes connected. "That's all I want."
"Well I don't know what that means. That's not really a definition." I said.
He smiled. "Well we'll figure it out together."
He reached for my hands and I gave it to him. He pulled them to his chest.
"Just don't be mad at me."
"I'm not." I said finally, a slow smile coming to my face.
He leaned and kissed my nose. "Good. Because otherwise it would have been a really long plane ride."
I giggled and he smiled at his own dry joke.
"Speaking of...you should know that Niall is going to be on the flight with us, Cal too."
I looked at him in confusion. "What about everyone else?"
"The girls left yesterday with some of the crew."
"Okay but what about your band?"
"Oh! Oh, they'll be on the other plane. I don't typically travel with Louis and Zayn because they smoke. Liam alternates depending on the mood. He'll be with them today though."
I thought the separation was all a bit weird and a waste of money, but maybe Harry and Niall had allergies or something.
"Oh okay." I said simply.
Twenty minutes later, we headed for the airport. All of the boys rode in separate cars and I rode with Harry (of course). On the way to the airport, Harry gave me instructions.
"If there are fans that want a picture, just keep walking and following Cal. I'll catch up with security."
"Stay by Cal?" I repeated.
"Yes. At all times." Harry said softly. "The fans know we're leaving today so it might be a little crazy but not too bad." he said.
"What if someone gets my picture?"
"It sounds bad but they won't want it. Unless you're standing by me...that's why I said you have to keep walking."
"Okay." I said.
Thus far I had been lucky and hadn't really gotten a chance to experience Harry's fame. I had seen him pose for some pictures, but I had yet to see the worst of it. So far, everything had been very tame.
If the airport was going to be hectic then I wanted to walk right past it all and pretend I didn't see it.
As we arrived, Harry quickly scoped everything out.
"Looks okay." he said and smiled.
I gave him a relieved smile and he rubbed my back. I was just happy he wasn't stressed and that he didn't appear to have a stressful situation pending.
I picked up my purse and prepared to enter Harry's world.
I just hoped I could handle it.

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