Naughty & Nice

The next morning Savannah woke up in the loving arms of her boyfriend, Niall. It had been so long since they actually were able to sleep in together, it was almost surreal.

“Hi, baby,” she breathed in his ear and gave him a kiss on his cheek. He was lying face down in her bed completely naked and she loved the view. She loved having Niall with her in the morning.

“Hi,” he croaked out with his extra sexy morning voice.

“I kind of like this,” she said, trailing her finger across his cheek.

“What? My face?” He smirked.

“Well, yeah. But this. I like seeing you in the morning. I like that you’re not rushing off to the studio,” she told him.

“Mmm. Well, I do have to go into the studio…” He said, bursting her bubble.

“Now?” She frowned.

“Well no, silly girl. But at some point,” he chuckled before he leaned over kissing her lips.

“Don’t leave me for your other girlfriend,” she whined playfully.

“What? What are you talking about?” Niall asked, looking at her oddly. She giggled playfully.

“The studio,” she clarified and laughed out loud at his reaction.

“What about the studio?” He asked confused.

“She’s your other girlfriend, right?” Savannah giggled.

“Oh… yeah. But Savannah…” Niall smiled at her.

“Hmm,” she hummed as he wrapped his arm around her.

“Nothing compares to you,” he breathed against her lips.

“Ha. Not even music?” She asked, surprised by his words.

“Not even music,” he said with a smile.

It was sweet of him to say, but she knew he didn’t truly mean it. Music was his one true love and nothing or no one would ever come between them. It was nice to hear the lie though. Savannah smiled widely as his lips came down against hers. Niall wedged his body between her legs, pressing himself against her.

“Oww,” she groaned against his lips.

“What?” He asked, stopping to look down at her.

“My… I’m just a little sore… down there. My muscles,” she said awkwardly as she realized why – Harry.

“From… from last night?” He asked, looking at her oddly.

“Uh, yeah. I think so,” she said quietly.

“Was I… did I… I hurt you?” He asked, knitting his eyebrows together in concern.

“No, no. I just… I’m just a little sore. Don’t worry about it, Niall. I’m fine. It comes with the great sex,” she said, smiling uncomfortably at him.

“Well, I guess that morning sex is out of the question then. I’ve got to take a shower anyway,” Niall told her as he rolled over onto his back on the bed.

“Mmm. Can I watch?” She giggled, trying to lighten the mood.

Niall just laughed as he got up out of the bed and walked to the bathroom completely naked. Savannah watched his perfect Irish ass walk away with a smirk on her face. Once he disappeared into the bathroom, she took a deep breath in and let it out forcefully. What she was doing with Harry was so stupid, but she couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t control herself when she was with him. Her behavior was ridiculous when she had such an amazing man. But Harry satisfied a need inside of her that she didn’t know she hand until he put his hands on her, until he worked her over and over the way he did.

A little while later, Savannah sat on the toilet brushing her teeth, watching Niall in the shower. Even though her shower curtain was technically considered see-through, it was still pretty blurry. And the whole experience of trying to watch him through it was thoroughly unsatisfying.

“Savannah? Does it really take that long to brush your teeth or did you drown in the sink?” Niall asked playfully through the noisy water in the shower. She’d been brushing her teeth for a good five minutes, still eyeing him mindlessly in the shower.

“I was just watching you,” she said, smiling smugly to herself.

Niall poked his head around the corner of the shower curtain and cocked his eyebrow at her.

“You’re such a creep, Savannah Blake,” he said, smiling. She laughed as she spit out the remainder of her tooth paste and replaced her tooth brush in its home in the medicine cabinet.

“Hey, it’s not like I could even see anything. This see-through shower curtain is not very see-through,” she said with a shrug, walking over to kiss Niall square on the mouth.

“Mmm. Hey, get in here you sexy thing,” Niall moaned, grabbing her wrist.

He pulled her fully into the shower with him as she yelped and giggled. She was still wearing her tank top and panties. Niall was all over that the moment he got her in there. He pulled the wet fabric straight over her head and let it slosh onto the floor of the shower. Savannah giggled as he gave her a devious smirk. Wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders, she gave him a firm but sexy kiss on the mouth.

“Mmm,” Niall moaned against her mouth.

“Remember when you were a virgin?” He asked, gripping her tightly in his arms.

“Vaguely,” I giggled, kissing his lips again.

Niall’s hands found the sides of her panties and wrapped them around his index fingers. His mouth moved swiftly over her collarbone, sending shivers throughout her body. Making a little whining noise in the back of her throat, she opened her legs just barely, and let Niall slip her panties down slowly. He moved himself a little closer, as he stood upright once again after tossing her panties onto the wet heap of clothing.

Their kisses intensified a lot quicker than expected, with Niall moving in even closer and pressing himself up against her. She whimpered and slipped her wet arms around Niall’s waist, pulling him toward her. She wanted to be able to touch every single inch of him and she pawed at his wet skin greedily.

“Mmm, baby,” he panted, backing her up in the tiny shower stall. And she didn’t even have to think, she just moved on auto pilot and let Niall maneuver her against the wall as he started trailing kisses down her neck. Her breathy groans echoed in the small space. Niall’s body obviously agreed with her, because he was hard and ready for her.

Savannah’s hand slipped down to grab a hold of his penis, twisting and stroking in an off-beat rhythm. It wasn’t going to take very long. She obviously had a major effect on him. She flipped their positions so Niall had his back against the wall, wanting him to fully relax into it. She continued with the motions, slow and teasing but not nearly enough to get him off quite yet. She was enjoying it. She liked seeing the boy’s wriggling body, knowing it was her doing.

“Savannah… oh, fuck… I-I’m…” Niall moaned, his voice shaky. And then she quickened the speed of her hand. She was stroking, tugging and it was happening quickly. He was coming. Moaning and shaking as his body rode out the long orgasm. Leaning against the wall, Niall took a few seconds to compose himself before even opening his eyes.

Moments later he reached out to kiss her and then he was kneeling in front of her, trailing soft kisses up her thigh. He coaxed her legs open wider. And it was her turn to stand up against the wall. Niall gently placed one of her legs over his shoulder as she held herself up by the low window ledge in the shower. Niall’s kisses stopped and then she felt his hot wet tongue rubbing circles around her womanhood. And it felt amazing.

He sucked and nipped at her clit, teasing her to no end causing her body to softly shake from the sheer pleasure. And her toes were curling under her. And the pleasure was becoming more intense. And she was whimpering and moaning. And when Niall’s hand reached up to thumb one of her nipples, she grabbed his hand to suck on his index finger seductively. He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back as he continued. And sure enough her body began riding out a lengthy orgasm. And then she relaxed and she was able to catch her breath, just the same way Niall had to earlier.

“I wish you could do that all day,” she admitted, causing him to laugh, lovingly.

It wasn’t long after their tryst in the shower that she was seeing him off to go be with his mistress – the studio. And she was left alone. But luckily she was thoroughly satisfied beforehand.

…

Two nights later, Harry was at her door again without proper word ahead of time.

“What if Niall was here?” Savannah scowled at him seconds after she opened the door.

“Good thing he isn’t,” he said smugly as he invited himself in.

“Don’t fucking do that shit,” she snapped, narrowing her eyes at him, shooting imaginary daggers into the back of his skull.

“What shit?” He asked, turning to look at her.

“Don’t just come in here like you’re the fucking—”

“Shut up,” Harry told her quickly.

“Don’t tell me to—”

“I said ‘shut up’,” he said, pulling her body flush against his before his lips came down to stifle any words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Her body melted into his, like it always seemed to do automatically whenever she was in his arms. This time Harry wasn’t fucking around. It was strictly sex in its rawest form. He pushed her body down on the ottoman without a word and practically ripped off her clothing. Without bothering to even undress himself fully, he pushed his pants down and swiftly entered her.

Savannah gasped because of his roughness, throwing her head back. Harry’s fingers dug into her flesh as he used her thighs as leverage during his rapid assault. She couldn’t help the sounds that were emanating from her throat as his speed picked up faster and faster.

“Oh, god. Oh, fuck,” she groaned loudly.

She felt Harry’s hand come up and grasp onto her face positioning it just right so their eyes were staring into one another’s.

“You’re learning,” he said, smirking deviously at her. She could only assume he was talking about her loud moans, but she was sure they couldn’t be helped either way. Not with the way he was fucking her. There was no way she would be able to hold them in.

Harry’s eyes stayed on her as his hand trailed down her neck and chest, grasping firmly onto her breast, squeezing it in his fingers.

“God damn it,” she groaned as the pleasure raced through her body.

And then both of his hands were back on her thighs, using them to push harder and faster until her body was shaking uncontrollably from orgasm. Just a few more thrusts and Harry was there too.

When he was done, he pulled out quickly and let his body collapse down next to her on the ottoman on his back. Savannah lay there panting, trying her damndest to catch her breath after that.

Harry pulled up his pants and within a second was standing on his feet again, fully clothed. He was even still wearing his shoes. He looked down at her naked body sprawled out for him as his hand came down, swiping across her wet folds.

“A taste for the road,” he said and stuck his finger in his mouth before he headed straight for the door and left the apartment without another word.

“Oh my god,” she breathed after the door slammed shut, running her hands through her hair.

Nothing ever happened to her like that before. It was insane and exhilarating and so fucking right on.

…

It was almost a week before Savannah saw Harry again. He showed up at her door the next Thursday night, drunk. Even through his intoxication, she could still see that burning lust in his eyes as he quickly closed the space between them. No words were spoken this time.

Harry’s lips were very soft and very hot and she could taste the bitterness of the alcohol on his tongue. His fingers slid into her hair and he pulled her closer so there was no option for her but to kiss back. His other hand wandered up her back, first above and then beneath her shirt. Her hands hesitantly rested against Harry’s shoulders and then worked up to his hair line, sliding through the curly strands. His hand on her back began pushing up her shirt and she figured it was pointless to resist. It was going to happen. There was no use in pretending to fight for her dignity. She was a puppet when it came to him and he was the one controlling her every move.

But the thing was, she wanted it just as much as he did.

Harry’s fingers pulled up her shirt and she stretched her arms above her head so it could be discarded. As it was pulled off, Savannah caught the expression on Harry’s face, which was one of wonder, perhaps well-rehearsed, as his eyes roamed over her chest and down to her fit stomach. His hands were still sliding over her back and then around over her stomach and breasts. Harry then, with more grace than she’d ever seen, unhooked her bra in one swift motion. She smiled, which relieved a little bit of tension that was building up inside of her. She felt is seep out of her and she was relaxing once again against him.

But leave it to Harry to keep her on her toes. She sucked in a breath as Harry’s thumbs brushed over her nipples, my body going ridged once again.

“You like that?” Harry whispered, lifting his head to smirk at her.

Her eyes locked on him as his head dipped down and his mouth found one of her nipples as the other was rubbed and teased by his thumb. Savannah moaned as loudly as she could because she knew it was what he liked.

“I’ve taught you well,” Harry breathed, continuing his assailment on her breasts.

Harry’s other hand was now roaming freely over her thigh, up to her crotch, palming her through her pants. And she didn’t even realize how excited she got until she felt the all too familiar warm, wet sensation and it made her want to be naked with him.

She could feel Harry’s erection still pressing against her leg and she didn’t want there to be denim and cotton in the way – just skin on skin. Harry knew it. He’d been there time and again and he knew when the writhing of a female’s body was for need and not just lust.

He removed himself completely from her and was rewarded with a desperate little whine as her body arched for more touches from him. Savannah’s eyes scanned Harry’s to find out why he would possibly deny her in such a way. Harry just smirked again and pulled his own shirt off, tossing it to the side.

Her eyes were hungry. She wanted it all, but Harry was in charge. She knew not to even protest, or fidget. She just let him have his way. There was no denying how much she enjoyed his dominance.

The way he popped open the button of her jeans with little effort, slid the zipper down and put his hand inside. She moaned uncontrollably, feeling Harry’s fingers in between her legs. Warm through the cotton of her underwear.

Harry began slowly maneuvering her into the living room, toward the couch. Harry sat down as he pulled her jeans and panties down her thighs to the floor, allowing her to balance her hands on his shoulders as she stepped out of them. He looked at her approvingly, hands trickling up the back of her thighs to rest on her backside. He then tugged her forward to him. And again, she moaned.

Harry’s lips were working slowly up the inside of her thigh and she knew she was hardly going to be able to keep herself standing if he carried on like that. His mouth reached the top of her thigh, his cheek brushing the front of her vagina. And she whimpered and purred and then whimpered some more as Harry nibbled and sucked at a particular spot until it was a tiny purple bruise. His tongue was gliding smoothly up the little crease of skin between her hip and thigh and she was trembling violently and whimpering so loudly she barely heard Harry’s next command of ‘kneel’.

She sunk gratefully to her knees onto the couch, straddling Harry’s hips, feeling the throb of his erection through his jeans against her thigh which had just been so wonderfully worshipped. Her hands roamed over Harry’s chest and down to his stomach and then back up his chest, brushing his nipples, feeling something akin to smugness when Harry moaned quietly.

“Spread your legs a little more,” Harry commanded and she obeyed once more without question.

She felt his warm, wet fingers sliding between her legs. And she knew to relax and experience all the pleasure she could. Harry’s fingers pressed inside of her, while his other hand held her hip to keep her steady. The small amounts of pleasure, turned into waves of great pleasure through her body. Harry’s warm mouth came down around her nipple once again, sucking it gently, adding to the desire.

After a few ragged intakes of breaths she felt dizzy – either too much oxygen to her brain or not enough. Harry must have sensed the sway of her body as she tried to center herself once more, because his fingers came out of her and started undoing his own jeans. He lifted her onto the couch next to him so he could push his pants down, along with his black boxer briefs. And it reminded her of the morning when Harry sat atop the bathroom sink wearing only black boxer briefs, watching her in the shower. Thinking back to how her mind instantly wondered if the bulge in his pants was that of an erection or just his natural girth. It registered to her that it was definitely the latter. For one, she saw Harry’s penis in both stages – erect and lax. God wasn’t fucking around when he sized that bad boy. And for two, Harry was held so well together that he wouldn’t have allowed himself to just sit there with an erection like some sort of inexperienced boy. Plus, Savannah was sure if he had an erection that morning, things might have progressed a little further than him just trying to finger her.

Harry noticed her watching him and he smiled, leaning forward to press his lips to hers again. She found herself being pulled forward again by one of Harry’s hands, the other was holding his penis and she knew how it was going to go. She lifted herself up and wriggled forward, drawing in a sharp breath as he pushed himself inside of her. Harry was positively purring as her body closed around him.

“Ride me,” Harry demanded and Savannah began jerking up and down at once. Up and down, up and down.

The sparks of electricity which jolted through her body with every thrust invigorated her. Her heart was pounding in alternate beats to Harry’s as she closed her eyes, relishing in it all. And it was all in rhythm, slowly, gradually building up. Harry added kisses to her chest which felt so sharp against her hot skin. Their moans were rolling into gasps of pleasure as she began moving faster against him, using the back of the couch as leverage.

The rhythm didn’t stop because she wouldn’t let it. Her body kept up the pace. Her heart rate and breathing picked up and the motion of their bodies worked with it. Thrusting – shallower, faster, harder. The ripples of pleasure more regular until they were just a constant hum and Savannah’s gasps were so fast she wondered if she might pass out. Harry lost the rhythm of his body after a while and was letting her move for them both.

Then both of their bodies tensed, everything stopped, everything, even the sound of their breathing for a second. And then they were both moaning together in tune and the steady motion was lost because she was coming and her body was jerking and she forgot to breathe.

Their body’s ceased movement, but their hearts beat wildly in their chests. The light was fading and all Savannah could hear was the soft whispering of air as Harry inhaled and exhaled against her ear.

Her body was limp, lying against Harry’s. Their bare chests pressed smoothly together. Her ear rested against his collarbone and she could hear the frenzied beating of his heart, like a hummingbird in flight. Along with his rapid inhaling, exhaling. She felt amazing.

What she also felt were her feelings toward Harry start to change. He was no longer a pain in the ass, insufferable lunatic she once pegged him as. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she knew that someone who could deliver that amount of pleasure – that could kiss and touch and satisfy her in such a way could no longer be someone she outwardly loathed.

And as those feelings were flourishing inside of her, she felt Harry’s hot lips press a tender kiss to her neck. And she knew their arrangement was slowly blossoming into something else – something she didn’t know if she would be able to handle.

Once his clothes were replaced on his body, Harry snuck out the door without a word. She kind of appreciated the fact that there was no lingering contact. It helped soothe the guilt – if only for a moment.

It took Savannah a few moments to gather herself up from the couch and head to her bedroom. Harry’s face was bombarding her thoughts and she couldn’t seem to see straight. She kept thinking of that kiss. Something so seemingly insignificant as a tiny kiss on the neck held so much meaning to her. What was going on with her? It wasn’t supposed to go this way. It was supposed to be mindless sex. It was supposed to be purely physical.

Savannah found herself standing in front of the mirror of the bathroom trying to recognize the person she’d become. A person that cheats on the man she loves – with his step-brother, no less. The guilt was excruciating – especially since she started to feel.

She was only seconds away from jumping in the shower to wash away the filth, when there was a boisterous knock at her front door. She wrapped her body in her bath robe, tying it tight before going to answer it.

It was Harry. But this time she knew something was different. His face was panic stricken.

“What is it, Harry?” She asked as her eyebrows knit with concern.

“It’s Niall,” he choked out.

Her heart constricted as all the blood in her body started to flood to her face. She had never felt as much terror as she did in that moment and she didn’t even know what was going on.

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