Chapter 11: Chapter 11

The day had been tiring. I was exhausted. And I needed some support. And I didn't quite know who to turn to for that. My mom was busy dealing with her own problems and Harry...

Honestly, even after we had made out passionately in the elevator, I still didn't know where we stood. We kissed a couple of times. So what did that make us? Sex buddies? No no. Kiss buddies. Yeah right.

I went down to the parking lot as soon as I was about to call a cab, I felt a hand on my waist. I shivered. But I already knew who it was.

I turned to face him. And I was right. It was Harry. His usual smirk was on his face and I just had to smile back shyly.

"I'm dropping you," he said and I frowned a bit. I was kind of annoyed that he thought he could just order me around.

"No. I can call a cab," I protested, shifting subtly so that his hand was no longer in contact with any part of my body.

"And I say I'm dropping you," Harry insisted.

"Harry, no. I'm going to call a cab. It's my decision, right?" I asked, folding my arms.

"Iris, we're in the same building. Just stop being stubborn. Get in the car and let's go."

I looked at him sideways then rolled my eyes and turned away. I took my phone out out of my back and was about dialling the number for the can when my phone was seized from my hand.

I looked up in alarm. What the hell? Harry was holding the phone, a serious expression on his face. I swallowed, but raised a courageous brow in askance.

"I'm not giving you your phone until you get into the car, buckle up and we leave. Or you can keep on acting like a mule and attract the attention of everybody else here," Harry said and I looked around self-consciously. There were actually people staring at us.

I reluctantly started walking to Harry's car, even though I didn't even know which one it was. Soon enough, he came behind me and guided me to it. We reached.

It wasn't the same car from last time and was a simple enough car. Not too flashy and not what I had expected him to have. I was sure I looked surprised because he asked, "You don't like it?"

"I... do. I just expected something else," I said, scratching at my arm, a sure sign I was nervous.

Harry just chuckled then opened the door for me. I got in and buckled up. As he got into the car, I chanced a look at him.

He was attractive, there was no doubt about that. He was not the kind of man I had seen myself falling for, or lusting over ever in my life but here I was, salivating over the very thought of him.

We reached the apartment building in record time which I thought was great. The ride was great, laughter and banter. But I didn't want to spend more time with him than necessary or maybe I was going to jump on him like an overexcited puppy.

I looked at Harry as we got into the elevator and he was leaving against the wall, one foot crossed over the other and hand crossed over his chest.

I walked slowly to him, swallowing then kissed him. I didn't know where the courage was coming from but I knew if I didn't do that, I was maybe going to die.

He responded with equal fervor then held me by the waist and pulled me even closer than it was humanly possible to him. I gasped into the kiss but I didn't let go. I loved the contact.

We were interrupted by the elevator stopping and opening. We got out and as if we could communicate through telepathy, we walked straight to Harry's apartment.

I was kind of impatient but I didn't let go of him, even when he was trying to get the door open. I wanted perpetual contact.

With a lot of fumbling, he finally got the door open. We literally fell into the house and Harry kicked the door close with his right leg.

We were kissing again. I sent my hands to his hair and held on. I was delirious, but careful enough not to pull on it. This was supposed to be all pleasure, not pain.

Harry slapped my ass and I gasped, jumping a little bit. My breath was already heavy and my panties already wet. But Harry was not done yet.

He pulled away from me and unbuttoned my blouse slowly. I tried to pull his hands away and do it myself, faster, but he pushed my hands and continued with the torture.

Finally my blouse was fully unbuttoned. I removed it impatiently, almost tearing it in the process. He chuckled and I blushed but it didn't stop my movements.

I stepped out of my skirt quickly and all of a sudden, I felt Harry's left hand on my lap. He squeezed it. Then it trailed to my inner thighs. I shivered. All of a sudden, he picked me up bridal style. I let out a laugh but did not say anything as he pushed the bedroom door open.

He lay me on the bed and started undressing. He removed his shirt first and as he was about to start on his pants, I crawled from where I was to him.

"Let me," I said, placing my hand on his fly.

"Go ahead," Harry said teasingly and I rolled my eyes, smiling.

I unbuttoned the pants, then slowly unzipped them, making sure to look up at him. I dragged down the pants and waited for him to step out of them before pulling off his boxers.

As soon as I pulled them down, his dick sprung up against his stomach and I gasped. He was already rock hard and ready. I held it in both my hands then on impulse, wrapped my lips around him.

I looked up at him as I started bobbing my head up and down, making sure to gently scrape with my teeth. Then I took it out of my mouth, sighing breathlessly and used the saliva the dick was coated in to stroke it.

I watched Harry's face as I was doing this, loving the fact that I had that much control over him. I engulfed his dick with my mouth again and this time around, laid my hand on his balls.

I felt them tightening, but before he could release, Harry dragged me up. He kissed me, our teeth clashing with my hands in his hair, and his on my ass.

All of a sudden, he pushed me to the bed. I fell with a gasp, and as I was about to sit up, he dragged my legs to the edge of the bed and spread them wide.

He dragged my panties down slowly, and when he removed them fully, stared at my pussy for a few seconds.

Then he put his middle finger on my clit and massaged it slowly. I let out a slow but loud moan and shuddered.

"Please.." I said, not even knowing what I was begging for.

Harry didn't respond vocally. But his next move was to slowly insert his finger into my hole. I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

"I did this?" Harry asked with a playful tilt to his voice, and I chuckled breathlessly.

"Shut up you idiot," I replied, then gasped as soon as he shoved another finger in.

"Oh my God Harry."

He added a third finger and I found myself unable to open my eyes. He started thrusting his fingers really hard. All you could hear in the quiet room were my loud moans and the sloppy sounds his fingers were making.

As soon as I was about to cum, Harry removed his fingers. I opened my eyes.

"What– Harry! Fuck you," I whined and he laughed.

"Gladly," was all he said, then I heard the rustling of the condom wrapper.

Then he wrapped his arms around my thighs and dragged me further towards the edge of the bed. Without a warning, he shoved his dick in and I could not help the loud moan that I let out.

As soon as I got adjusted to his size, he started thrusting in earnest, holding on to my thighs tightly. My breath was choppy and I could hear the sloppy sounds my wet pussy was making.

"Oh my God. Omigod. Oh my God, Harry! I'm going to cum." I screamed the last part, my orgasm coming upon me without any warning.

Harry slid his dick out of my pussy and asked me to kneel on the bed. I got on to my weak legs and before I had the time to stabilize myself, he had shoved his dick into my pussy again.

Soon enough I was cumming again, and if Harry's loud grunts were any indication, he was too. He slumped on me and we lay there for a while, both of us breathing heavily. And I knew for a fact that I was going to be limping the next day.