Secrets / Black & White / Playing for Keeps

They were already mentally plotting their escape by the time they were heading back to their hotel room, closely escorted by Ben who lingered at the door.

“You need to be ready downstairs in ten minutes.” Ben informed them tightly.

“Ten minutes? I need to have a shower.” Harry exclaimed.

Ben shrugged his shoulders, looking disinterested. He gazed longingly at Lara until Harry closed the door.

“What is it with Ben lately?” He asked shaking his head.

“I don’t know… I guess Julian told him to keep tabs on us.” Lara said trying to sound convincing. Harry seemed to accept that explanation, but his attention was soon switched to
Lara who stood there covered in a sarong only. He pulled on it again until it fell to the floor.

“I’m still hard.” He admitted, hooking his finger in her bikini bottom and pulling her toward him. She swallowed nervously, her eyes not wavering from his gaze. He had a small smirk on his face, and his face was suddenly close to hers.

“So where are we going to go?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“We can’t do anything here… he’ll probably be back in five minutes.” Harry thought for a moment. “Niall.”

He reached for his phone and dialled a number.

“Niall, we- I need your room.”

He spoke for a few moments before pausing to listen.

“Yeah, yeah, just get your ass out in two minutes.” Harry glanced at Lara and winked.

They were sneaking down the hall, Harry still in his swimming trunks and Lara wearing a fluffy hotel robe over her bikini. They stopped at each corner, listening for footsteps until they reached Niall’s room. Harry knocked on the door to find Niall standing there.

“Okay, out.” Harry said good-naturedly. Niall looked from Harry to Lara with a slightly dumbfounded expression.

“Have fun guys…” He teased as Harry pushed him out.

Harry reached over and undid the belt of her robe.

“Take this thing off.” He said suddenly frowning as he flicked it to the floor. Lara stood awkwardly looking at him from under her lashes, unsure of what to do, what to say, how to stand. She still wore the pink bikini and it was still damp from their swim, sticking to her skin.

He reached over and touched her breasts, tracing an outline around it, watching as she held her breath.

“Just relax.” He said as he slipped the straps down. He leaned in to kiss her shoulder, moving to her collarbone and then to her neck. He kissed and sucked gently, forcing a small gasp from her lips.

“Do you like that?” He murmured into her neck and she nodded.

He stopped and they looked each other for a few moments. He suddenly looked unsure, as though he was pondering his next move. She had not seen this side of Harry before; usually his moves were very deliberate and confident. But now his green eyes looked at her as though he felt a little lost.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” He asked a little uncertainly, as though he had not already asked that question a hundred times before. She merely shook her head and looked up at him expectantly. He sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Let me know if I get too rough.” He said and her eyes widened slightly at his sombre tone.
No reassurance of ‘I’ll be gentle’ or “I’ll take it easy on you’ but a foreboding warning that he might not have any control over his actions.

His hand was at the back of her head now, and he brought her forward to his lips, hungrily kissing her, the previous gentle kisses a distant memory. His tongue forced his way into her mouth and she stepped backward until she hit the wall behind her.

He pulled back again, breathing deeply now as his fingers untangled her bikini straps and the top fell to the floor. Her bare breasts felt cool and exposed until Harry’s warm hand closed over one, kneading it gently as he continued to kiss her. She chewed the bottom of her lip, as Harry’s lips travelled down to her breast. She could feel him kissing her gently, his mouth teasing her nipple as he licked and kissed. Her legs almost buckled at the sensation, as the ache intensified. She didn’t know how long the kisses lasted before she heard him speak.

“Get on the bed.” He instructed gruffly, and she allowed herself to be almost manhandled towards the bed. He pushed her down, and didn’t break his gaze as he took off his swimming trunks, an intense look in his eyes. Lara caught only caught a brief glimpse of his naked body before his body covered hers. His hands lowered to her bikini bottom, hooking them with his fingers and pulling them down.

She could feel him against her, and it filled with her with an overwhelming feeling of closeness. It was the type of closeness that she had been craving for as long as she could remember. Something she had never felt with anyone before.

He grabbed her hands to show her where he wanted her to touch him, and she half smiled when she heard him moan with pleasure. He kissed her as his hands ran up her body, and then down again, his body pressing up against hers. His fingers reached down to touch her and feel her wetness. She heard the rustle of a foil packet as he quickly slipped on protection, before he returned to straddle her. She could not control the sound of her gasping as he entered her, grinding against her slowly.

It was a sensation she had never felt before, a foreign feeling that left her staring up at him in wonder. He took her hands and pinned them above her head as the grinding grew faster and harder.

“Harry, it hurts,” She whimpered in his ear, as his crushing weight bore into her again and again.

She managed to loosen her hands from his grip, and in retaliation grabbed at his hair, holding on tightly. This didn’t slow him down, as he continued to thrust into her, until a loud moan escaped his lips, and she felt him go limp in her arms. He rolled over beside her, his eyes squeezed shut.

“I couldn’t stop Lara. Fuck you were so tight…” He breathed.

An overwhelming feeling engulfed her, as she realised the effect she had on him… the way he was now breathing heavily, the moan of ecstasy, how his face contorted with pleasure. He turned his head to the side to look at her.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He said.

“It’s okay, I’m just a little sore.” She said, and in a strange way she realised that she didn’t mind. It was her first time, and it was different to what she expected, but it was a mind blowing experience that made her want to relive it all over again.

“I’ve just left you hanging, haven’t I?” He asked unashamedly looking at her nude body.

“It’s okay… I’m still trying to recover.” She said, and she couldn’t help but smile when he laughed.

“I like you Lara.” Harry suddenly said.

Echoes of Ben saying the same thing to her reverberated in her mind and she blinked to clear her head.

“But you’re not my usual type.” Harry said.

“So what is your type?” She asked calmly, feeling a stab of jealousy.

“Older women who know what they’re doing.” He smiled, looking over to see her reaction.

“Oh.”

He rolled over and leant on his elbow, resting his head on his hand to look down at her.

“You’re different to any girl I’ve ever known.” He continued. “I don’t know what to make of you sometimes.”

It was a curious statement, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he meant. Before she could open her mouth to ask, the phone suddenly rang. Harry reached over to answer and slightly jumped.

“Oh shit. Okay, I’ll be right down.”

He leapt off the bed and rifled through Niall’s clothes which were folded neatly on a chair.

“That was Niall- they’re waiting for me downstairs.” He said as he slipped into one of Niall’s T shirts. He grimaced as he tried on a pair of his jeans.

“This isn’t going to work.” He said grimly. He picked up her robe and tossed it to her. They quickly covered up and made their way back to the room. Harry slipped into his jeans and tried to tame his hair by pulling it back with a headband. Two minutes later, he was out the door leaving Lara to sit on the bed feeling slightly dazed. There was a knock on the door and she wondered what Harry had forgotten as she opened the door.

“Where the fuck were you all that time?” Ben cried barging into her room.

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