I Just Want You

The briiiiiiill briiiilllllll sound of the telephone woke us up at who knows what time.

Harry still had his arms around me, his face pressed against the back of my neck. He grunted and rolled to his side, sliding his legs around mine to hold me in place.

I squeezed my eyes open and closed several times. My eye balls felt like dried, cracked sea urchins or something equally foul from sleeping with my contacts in. Between that and the pot and alcohol last night, I was sure I looked fantastic.

“Hello?” Harry’s voice seemed even raspier when he was sleepy. “Got it, I’m up. Fine.”

He dropped the receiver back in the cradle and then snuggled down over the covers, pulling me into his arms. “Waking up next to you is amazing.”

I ran my hands down his chest, tracing the lines of the butterfly tattoo on his abs with my fingertips. “That’s the best three hours of sleep I’ve ever had.”

He chuckled and ran his fingers through my hair, smoothing it back from my face. “Apparently, at some point I requested a seven am wakeup call. Or management did, who knows.”

“More time together before you leave this morning.”

He dipped his head down, pressing his lips to my neck and trailing his kisses down to the hollow of my throat. “We should pick up where we left off last night.”

“Oh, you think so?” I let my fingers slide down to the waistband of his briefs, sliding my index finger just below the elastic. His body responded right away. “And that means….what, exactly?”

He nudged me onto my back and slid his hands underneath my shirt, tugging it up. “I just want to look at your tattoos, love, a proper look.”

I giggled and pulled the fabric from his hands. “Hazza, no, that is the exact opposite of what you’re trying to do.”

“I can control myself.” He pushed the shirt higher, dragging his fingertips across my abdomen. “Kenzie, we went skinny dipping together as kids.”

“We were ten. And I left my underpants on.”

He laughed and leaned forward, crushing his mouth to mine. My body ached to be nearer to him. I stretched my arms around his shoulders and pulled him to me, running my hands down his crazy muscular back. No hook up, no hook up—fuck, that was a really bad idea.

He trailed his kisses down my neck and to my collarbone. “I’ll behave, Kenzie, I swear.”

“Yes, but there’s no guarantee I will.”

He laughed and kissed my lips again, pulling my shirt up further. Sliding his arms around me, he supported my weight with one arm and tugged the shirt over my head with the other. Being mostly naked wasn’t this huge, big deal to me, but I felt my cheeks heading up anyway. It was him, after all, staring at my body. It was maddeningly erotic, his body against mine; his hard cock pressed against my thigh, his eyes taking in every inch of me. He nibbled on his pouty bottom lip, trailing his fingertips down my ribcage. “Jesus, Kenzie. You’re…I can’t even….damn.”

I laughed, insanely aware of the fact I was in bed with him, wearing nothing but hot pink panties. With black starts on the hips, but I didn’t think he cared about that. I knew he didn’t care about that.

His eyes were focused on my breasts and then, slowly, moved down my body. He touched his fingertips to a huge blue, purple, and green peacock and lace tattoo. It stretched from my right hip, underneath my belly button, and up from my left hip up to right under my left breast. It was biggest, most painful tattoo. The area on my right hip and below my belly button curved down to right above the line where my panties started, while the leftmost side was a pattern of pink and black lace, completely covering my side. The only other tattoos on the front of my body were directly under my collarbones: the right side was “And though she be” and the left was “but little, she is fierce.”

I looked up at him through my eyelashes, trying to look both innocent and seductive at the same time. I was quickly getting to the point where I didn’t care if this was a hookup. I wanted him so bad that I was fairly sure my pounding pulse was visible in my throat. “Tattoos are kind of my thing.”

Whether he was doing it consciously or just driven by desire, he was rocking his hips against me, grinding his cock to my thigh. “Fuck, Little One….let me touch you.”

I nuzzled my face against his, kissing him softly. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Well, I said it.

He traced the curve of my jaw with his fingertips and tilted it downward, kissing me. It was tantalizing: he’d brush his tongue against mine and draw in a sharp breath, but then pull away. He knew exactly what he was doing. Shit, I felt like I could feel the blood coursing through my veins at this point. My body felt alive, passion and desire and sheer fucking lust like the sizzle of pop rocks as they got wet surged through every inch of me.

He murmured, “Baby girl” against my lips and then dipped his head down, kissing the tattoos under my collarbone. His hands were at work just as much as his mouth, gently squeezing and sliding down my waist and hips. I drew in a sharp breath as he reached my breasts, his hands shaking slightly as he cupped them with his hands.

I nudged him with my hip. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.”

I couldn’t see what he was doing, but after a beat, I felt his warm, wet mouth cover my nipple. His tongue circled it, flicked against it; then just as fast he nibbled with his teeth, switching between nibbling and sucking and licking. His other hand had slid to my opposite breast, kneading it and pinching my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “Is that how you like it, Little One?”

“Fuck yeah, Hazza.” I sucked in a sharp breath. “Is it possible to die if you don’t orgasm? Because, honestly, I might.”

He chuckled, lapping his tongue against my nipple. “Ohhhh, is that what you want?”

“Maybe.” I slid my hand between us, running my fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs. Slowly, deliberately, I pushed my hand in further and brushed my fingers against his length. He was so hard. Just touching him turned me on even more, knowing that his body was responding like that to me; knowing that he wanted me.

He moaned lightly, sucking in a sharp breath. “Oh, baby….don’t do that.”

“Why?”

“Because I already want to fuck you and I’m trying my damnedest to be a gentleman to you.” He moved back up to my lips and crushed his mouth to mine. “I want you, Kenzie. I want all of you.”

I held his cock in my hand, gently running my hand up and down its length. “But…Hazza…think how good it will feel when we do. You…inside me.”

His eyes fluttered shut. “You aren’t playing fair.”

“We’re breaking all the rules, remember?”

He laughed and kissed me again, sliding his hands to my cheeks and pushing his hands back into my hair. Slowly, he crawled on top of me—I pulled my hand out of his underwear—and nudged himself between my legs. Our kiss deepened more, if possible, and he rocked his hips against me, again simulating his rhythm. I could feel my desire for him all the way down to the tips of my toes. Every time he pushed his cock against the fabric between my legs, it was like passion radiated through my entire body. I wanted to set myself on fire. I was so turned on and wanted him so bad….and yet, we still had our underpants on.

“Why aren’t you fucking me yet?” I mumbled against his lips, matching the rhythm of my hips to his.

“Are you wet for me?” He slid his hand into my panties, twisting his wrist to graze his fingertips between my legs. I clamped my teeth down on my lip, trying to bite back a moan of pleasure. Harry widened his eyes, pretending to look stunned. “Mmmm, baby girl, you are.”

“I need you inside me.” I blurted out. “Damn it, Hazza, you are so fucking sexy. I’ve wanted you since I was ten. Well, not sexually. I wanted you sexually when I was eleven.”

He pressed his forehead to mine and, as he did, he slid is middle finger inside me. His eyes were locked on mine and, after he slid one finger in and out a few times, he dipped his index finger inside as well. “You feel like silk.”

His fingers felt insanely long inside me, reaching deeper and caressing me in ways no one ever had. He’d crook his fingers, he’d work them in and out. He adjusted his body against mine and pressed his face to my breasts again, kissing and sucking on my nipples with his mouth while he finger fucked me. The combined feelings pulled me closer to the edge; I could feel the ecstasy building between my legs.

He must have felt it building from inside because he suddenly slowed down, again adjusting his hand and sliding his body upward. With his fingers still inside me, he started kissing my throat. “Do you like that, Little One?”

“Fuck yeah, Hazza.” I squirmed against his fingers. “You have me so close...please, please keep going.”

“I want to taste you.”

My brain couldn’t come up with a suitable response; I just nodded.

He scrambled down the bed and pulled my panties down my legs, snagging them from around my feet and tossing them to the floor. In that moment, he leaned over and buried his face between my thighs. I wasn’t immediately ready for it and gasped—the sudden pressure of his tongue against my clit was almost enough on its own to make me cum. My brain was screaming how fast amazing he felt but, somewhere, way past the brain numbing pleasure that made it hard to think, was a little voice reminding me just how fast he’d gotten me in bed. And then naked.

And I didn’t fucking care.

He was teasing me with licking me, barely tapping his tongue across my clit, and then would move down further, sticking his tongue inside me and caressing my clit with his fingers. Or, he’d slide back up and lick me while he dipped his fingers back inside. It was…there were no words for it. I was sailing the stairs, my entire body was on fire for him and I couldn’t take it anymore. The first time he made me cum, I heard him moan in his throat with delight. He kept his fingers inside me, trailing soft kisses down my inner thighs. After a few seconds of letting me enjoy the feeling, he pulled out his fingers and started licking me again.

I moved slightly, reaching up and tugging his briefs down his hips. He murmured something against me—either baby girl or Little One, I couldn’t quite hear him—and nodded his head. We fumbled around for a moment, getting into a better position, and while he kissed me between my legs, I ran my tongue down his length. I heard him groan; his grip on my thigh tightened. Without saying anything, I licked my way back up and took him all into my mouth. He’d established our rhythm and I mirrored it, running my tongue up and down, grazing his tender flesh with my teeth. It didn’t take long to figure out what he liked—and what drove him close to the edge.

For several minutes, we pleasured each other together. He made me cum two more times and then he pressed his face to my thigh, wrapping his arms around my legs. I caressed him with my tongue and with my hands; I could hear his breathing growing more rapid. His grip on my legs got tighter. I knew it was building faster, he was so close…

…and when he came, he pressed his face against my thigh, his lips parted as he gasped out in raspy, sensual pleasure. I swallowed. Possibly my least favorite thing to do on the planet, but I did it. It was different with him. I actually wanted to…sort of.

He crawled back up to the top of the bed and pulled me into his arms, gently pressing his lips to mine. “You are amazing, Little One.”

I ran my fingers through his long hair, twisting a messy curl around my finger. “You make me feel amazing, Hazza. We should have done this ages ago.”

“I want to make love to you.”

“Hazza…can you get it up again that fast? I mean, you are incredible and you know I think you can do anything…but…”

He chuckled, nuzzling his face against my neck. “No. I want you to come to Indianapolis with me. I have two days until the show and I want to spend them with you. I want to get to know you again, I want to look at your body and touch you and kiss you and hear you gasp out my name when I fuck you.”

That was absolutely crazy. I had a job to get back to; my brother and niece to go back and see. I didn’t have anything with me but the clothes I’d worn to the concert, my wallet, my phone, and my inhaler. Run away to Indianapolis with Harry? Just like that?

He was looking into my eyes, trailing his fingertips down my jaw. I decided I loved his long hair; I loved those big green eyes and that sexy, raspy voice. The way he kissed me. The way he made me feel like I was, finally, at home.

Breaking all the rules.

“I’ll absolutely go with you.” I smiled up at him. “You’re my Hazza.”

He grinned, pressing his lips to mine with a delightful smack. “And you’re My-Kenzie.”

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