I Just Want You

After a random two hour nap in each other’s arms and a couple’s massage where he kept his fingers in constant contact with mine, we skipped the so called “RiverBath” and went back to our room. He ordered a bottle of champagne, specialty hot tea, and an insane dinner to the room for us: butternut squash and king crab ‘first course’, halibut and scallops and lobster for the ‘main course’ and caramel and banana cream pie for dessert. In between laughing and talking, we ate what we could and then got naked again, climbing into the huge, overflow tub.

Harry poured champagne for us and then eased his slim frame into the tub. He pulled my legs against him and cupped my calf with his hand. “I haven’t had a massage that amazing in months.”

“Strangely, I hate people touching my back so that’s only like, the second massage I’ve ever had. I mean, other than you. You can touch me all you want.” I took a sip of champagne. “The angel wings on my back were the first tattoos I got and you should have seen it. The pain wasn’t nearly as irritating as the artist’s hands on my back. Luckily, he eventually became my boss—Big Murph—so now he just mocks me for it.”

“I never thought you’d be an artist, love. I always thought you’d be a dancer.”

I giggled. “Yeeeeeah, I lost interest in dancing pretty fast. I danced my last show when I was…shit, back when I was sixteen. That was the start of my….well, let’s call it my rebellious period.”

“Can you still lift your leg up over your head?”

“Standing split? Probably, with substantial warming up first.”

“I’ll warm you up if you show me.”

I laughed, taking another drink of champagne. “I think my flexibility has gone to shit in the last few years. All I do now is crouch down over people and tattoo them. I probably should take a vitamin or something to keep my back from just snapping in half. I’ll look like the hunchback of Notre Dame before I’m thirty.”

Harry was fiddling with silver controls at the edge of the overflow tub; suddenly the fireplace roared to life. He jumped. “Fuck me. I didn’t expect that!”

“There you go again, pushing buttons and getting surprised when things get turned on.” I giggled, shaking my head. “It’s those luscious, long fingers.”

He chuckled and set his champagne down, crawling forward and easing his body down between my legs. His fingers grazed my inner thigh. “Do you want to see a magic trick, Little One?”

“Mmmm….maybe?”

He touched his index and middle finger to my mouth. “I’ll show you how I make these two fingers disappear.”

“Hazza.” I pursed my lips together coyly. “Promises, promises.”

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to my shoulder, gently nibbling on my collarbone. “I’ll give you whatever you want, Kenzie. Whenever, however you want it.”

It was turning me on insanely fast. My pulse was already throbbing between my legs; that intense desire for him that I just couldn’t shake. “The only problem with that, Hazza, is that I won’t ever want to leave you.”

“Then don’t.”

His lips were so close to mine, but he didn’t kiss me. I ran my fingertip over one of the sparrows tattooed on his chest. “I have a feeling that would be far more complicated than you’re making it out to be.”

“It doesn’t have to be complicated.” His lips barely grazed mine. “It can be whatever we want it to be.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip, staring up and into his intense eyes. “What do you want it to be?”

“I’m just focused on now, you here in my arms.” He finally kissed me, very very softly; his mouth sweet from the champagne. “And how much I want you.”

I tried to keep my response to myself, but I murmured it out anyway, “I want you too, Hazza.”

He rose up on his knees, reaching behind him to retrieve his champagne glass. “To us, gorgeous girl.”

I clinked glasses with him. “To us.”

We lounged in the tub awhile longer, touching under the water and talking about everything ranging from our school days, to my brief time spent in college, to how much he was starting to hate being on tour. The brief, but very heavy, sexual urges had died down a little and we were once again just casual together. Friends. Just…really close, really good friends.

After drying off, I pulled on one of Harry’s white t-shirts and the short Chiefs shorts. He’d dressed in a pair of black briefs and was sprawled out on the couch, flipping on the television. “Do you want to watch a movie, Kenz? Just relax for a bit and rest up before our marathon Scrabble tournament?”

“Oh, you mean the tournament I’m going to beat you in?” I sat down beside him; he promptly draped his arm over my shoulders and pulled me to him. “Hey, if you’re ready for me to dominate you, bring it on now. I’ll spot you ten points to start.”

He burst out laughing, sliding his hands up my shirt and gently tickling my sides. “Tickle torture is mandatory.”

I giggled, squirming against his hands; they were all over my body. Not that I cared. “Tickle me all you want, Hazza, but I will still beat you in Scrabble. You…will never…defeat me!”

And then we were kissing, his hands cupping my waist instead of tickling me. His kiss was so passionate, so intense; it felt like all the desire that had been building between us was being poured into one kiss. He pulled me up onto his lap so that I was straddling him, easing me down so that the obvious bulge in his briefs hit me right between my legs. Even that felt good. Gripping my hips, he guided me up and down so that we feigned his rhythm, grinding against each other and our kiss deepening.

Every movement of our bodies, every lap of his tongue or caress of his hand was turning me on; it felt like bolts of electricity were radiating across my lower abdomen. Just making the motions of sex wasn’t what I wanted; it was getting to the point where the pleasure each time he pressed against me was going to just drive me insane.

He was grinding against me; he was moaning softly in his throat every time his cock touched me between my legs. I was so engrossed in the soft sighs in his throat and the feeling of his body against mine, I barely moved when he slid his hands up to my shirt and tugged it over my head. He dipped his head down and licked my left nipple, gently nibbling it. I slid my hands from his shoulders and into his hair, prompting him to keep his head where it was. He trailed his tongue to my other breast, promptly sucking on my nipple and cupping the opposite with his hand. His mouth was hot, his fingers easing from soft and teasing to pinching and rolling.

I was going to lose my mind.

He suddenly raised his head up, pressing his lips to mine with a gentle smack. His eyes were locked on mine, his gaze wide-eyed and intense. “Let me have you.”

I nodded, pressing my mouth back to his. I’d never needed someone so desperately in my life; every inch of me craved him. It didn’t matter that he’d made me cum earlier in the day; this was different. I felt like my soul needed him.

He cupped me under my ass and stood with me in his arms, carrying me back into the bedroom. Laying me down on the bed, he hesitated only long enough to slide off his briefs; I used that time to wiggle out of my shorts. He ran his fingers through his hair, brushing his bangs to the side, and then crawled across the bed to me. Easing himself down on top of me, he slid his hand between us and adjusted himself, then with one firm thrust of his hips, he entered me.

I arched my back, digging my heels into the mattress. “Fuck, Hazza, you feel amazing.”

He moaned softly in his throat, pressing his lips to my collarbone. “Kenzie…God, you are so perfect. This is absolutely how I wanted it to be…”

I wrapped my legs around him, raising my hips up to meet his in that already familiar, steady rhythm. He felt incredible, the way he cradled me in his arms and braced his feet against the footboard to fuck me harder. His lips searched out mine; we were kissing and having the best sex I’d ever had in my life—every movement he made inside me was better than the last. My skin felt hot, salty with his sweat, and I felt like every place he touched me sizzled like the end of a sparkler. Jesus.

“Mackenzie…My-Kenzie...” He kissed me again, his lips curling up into a smile. “You are incredible. You feel like you were made for me.”

“Mmmmm….Hazza, don’t stop.” I mumbled the words against his lips and ran my hands through his curls. “I am so close. Already.”

“I’ll just get you off again. I want you to cum for me.” He touched his forehead to mine, pressing his hands to my cheeks. “Only me, Kenzie. I don’t want you to give it to anyone but me.”

I arched my back again, trying to flex my legs higher up his back. Damn it, kick in anytime now ballet flexibility. Anytime. “I won’t, Hazza…fuck, right there. Right there.”

He suddenly pressed his palms into the mattress and pushed himself up, pulling out of me in one smooth motion. I didn’t have time to say anything; he scrambled down the bed and pressed his face between my legs. His tongue lapped soft circles over my clit while he dipped his fingers inside me. Intensity and pleasure radiated through my body and down to the tips of my toes. I nearly squealed out loud, promptly clapping my hand over my mouth. “Harry! Oh my god…don’t…don’t stop.”

He barely moved his face from my skin. “Do you like that, baby girl?”

“God, Hazza, yes.”

“Say it louder for me.”

“YES!”

He slid up my body and lowered his weight down on me, entering me again. This time, he dropped his hand to my leg and nudged it upward. “Kenzie, I am so close for you.”

“Then cum for me.” I held his head steady, staring into his wide eyes. “Show me how much you like the way it feels.”

“Shit, Little One, I love the way it feels, the way you make me feel.” He pushed my other leg up and eased them both over his shoulders. Rising up more on his knees, he changed his rhythm to a somewhat more frantic, faster pace.

I bit my lip. It felt like…it was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t tell if he really was hitting me deeper than anyone ever had—possible because he was hung—or if it was just because it was him. It didn’t matter; each thrust brought me closer to the edge, watching his brow knit in obvious pleasure turned me on even more.

“Kenzie…” his eyebrows arched upward and he pitched forward, pulling me back into his arms and crushing his mouth to mine. He cupped one of my breasts in his hand, trailing his kisses down my throat. “Oh, Kenzie, I can’t…uh…I can’t last much longer.”

I slid my hands from his shoulders to his face, cradling him by his cheeks. Guiding his lips back to mine, I stared up into his eyes. “It’s okay. Just cum for me. Please…please Hazza, just for me. Cum for me.”

He buried his face against my neck, tightening his hold around my body. Both his breathing and his rhythm quickened, faster and with a pitch of frantic pleasure. I heard him suck a sharp breath through his teeth and he stiffened, his climax inside me—the soft twitching and firm pressure of his hips—was enough to push me over the edge again. We were both gasping for breath; the passion still hanging in the air and heavy between us.

He laid still for a moment, sliding one hand out from underneath me and back into my hair. Gently cradling me against him, he turned his head to me and gently kissed my lips. “I should have asked you about birth control….ehm….sorry.”

“I get Depo shots.” I brushed his bangs back from his forehead, coaxing them to the side like he normally kept them. “It’s no big deal.”

He kissed me again. “You are phenomenal.”

“You make it easy to forget New York,” I nuzzled my face against his, “and everything else. You make me want to stay.”

“You should stay, Little One. I’m addicted to you….everything about you.”

We laid pressed together, kissing and softly talking; our sweaty legs tangled together. Something had changed between us—just like I knew it would—but it felt like we were closer than before. Like the bond was stronger, I wasn’t sure. But the look in his eyes, the way he touched me, was different. It was like he didn’t want to let go.

And I knew, without a doubt, I didn’t either.

Notes

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