IV

I'm quite sure my life had just taken a new turn.

As in… trouble-induce, sick perspective, potentially painful turn.

I slept with Harry.

And god it was fantastic.

He was great.

He was… I don´t even have words to describe it.

Harry was even sexier naked than fully clothed. He was dominant, forceful and sensual. He was a teaser, but god, it paid good to survive his teasing. His way of moving, of touching, of playing, of licking was perfect. It was as if we knew each other since forever, as if we were made for each other.

We didn´t do it once, nor twice.

It was an all night long action, something that lasted until the third lights of the morning (in my dictionary, that means until 10 in the morning, at least). Harry Judd had definitely more stamina than any other boy I have ever met. Including two porn stars, one CK model, four Burberrys, Dolce&Gabanna, Dior Homme and Jean-Paul Gautier models, one TV actor, two theatre actors, and a veterinarian.

Really.

Now it wasn't his ability to be horny all day long, but his ability to actually be working all night long.

He was my new sex idol.

"What the hell are you muttering?"

I opened my eyes when I heard his husky voice, his mouth trembling against the skin of the small of my back. I had my computer open in front of me, and we were lying in the floor, with the blankets and sheets scattered haphazardly around us. I looked at him and smirked, taking my eyes to the ceiling.

Hum…

How did my bra ended up there?

"I'm not muttering. I'm writing."

"Same damn thing." He shrugged, and he started to lick my back up to my shoulder. Harry put one leg on each side of my hips, and leaned over me, taking my hair off of my back. And yes, he was really excited. All those rumors about him and his body parts… He wasn´t little, let me tell you.

It wasn´t something you could not notice.

"I love your freckles, Cupcake." He stated, sliding his hands under me to my chest.

"I like them too." I accepted. I wasn´t a redhead hating it. I love it.

"They're as tempting as strawberries with cream." He grinned when he realized the double meaning of his words. "And I love strawberries with cream." Harry said biting my shoulder hard.

"Do you think they'll make us some, if we ask?" I said absently, writing while he was making a clear attempt to get me to leave that.

…And thinking about it?

……. What could be so important as to not oblige to this moment?

However, I resisted temptation and kept writing.

"What it's this?" He said frustrated, leaning more over me so he could read my computer. It was set on Word, since I was fixing what I had done yesterday for the book. I was quite proud of it, which actually a very hard thing to achieve with me. "Oh, come on!" Harry snapped, pushing my laptop away, supporting his weight over his arms. "I'm trying to work my magic here, Cupcake. And you're not helping me in the slightest."

"And I'm trying to work here. And you, darling, aren´t helping either." I said, trying to move, but he didn´t let me by pressing his hips more to my butt.

"Hey! Come and shag me, it's tempting sometimes!!" He exclaimed, making me laugh. He glared at me. "I won't mind doing it my way, I swear."

"And what way that is, huh?" I asked with curiosity. I felt him tense to reach his bed-table and grabbed a condom. He put it on, and left his weight on one hand as the other went to raise my hips and butt. With one single swift move, he was inside me, moving slowly, maddeningly slow.

I suppressed a moan, burring my head on my crossed arms as he licked my bare back.

It was heaven (like being kiss on an elevator while you think you're dead, but better).

None of my ex boyfriends were like this. None. And that made me feel better inside, because that meant THE ASSHOLE hadn't had that, at least, from me. Maybe my dignity and my family, but not the best sex…. I know, I'm deranged.

It was so great and amazing, I didn´t hear it first.

It took me two seconds and a hard thrust back into reality.

Someone was knocking the door.

"Harry!" Mike yelled. "Harry, where the hell did you left Tallulah yesterday?! And get the hell out of bed, lazy ass! What are you doing there, anyway? Dying?"

"Fuck." Harry said, but I wasn't sure it was an expression like bollocks, or actually an answer to Mike's question, since he didn´t stop moving inside me.

"Is he talking about me as if I'm a doll?" I asked him in a low voice, biting my lip not to snickered out loud.

"Harry!! Please let me know if you're dying."

"I'm not!!" Harry snapped. "I'm shagging a really hot girl, so let me be!"

Mike went silent after that, while I giggled. Harry speeded up his pace, moving faster and deeper as he kissed my shoulder and my neck.

"Well, too bad. I need my little Ginger now."

"And what if I'm fucking her?"

Mike laughed. "You're not. She has bad taste."

"Hey." I complained.

Harry laughed. "She's sleeping. The asshole sprained her ankle and she passed out with the pain killers the doctor gave her. I didn´t know where her keys were, so I left her here."

Mysteriously enough, Mike accepted that excuse. "Fine. Let her sleep. I'll send room service so she'll eat something." He muttered to himself, and we heard him leaving.

Harry smiled maliciously. "I'm sure I can find something to feed you that's better than that."

He hadn't stop moving, and now I was trying hard not to hyperventilate. "Really?" I managed to say, while Harry started playing with my hair as he pushed my back down so I would raise my hips higher. He moaned with his hands on my butt, making his thrust harder.

"Yeah." Harry stated. Again, I could almost hear his smirk.

This boy was just a miracle in all senses. I wondered if maybe everyone in the band was supposed to be gods at sex, seeing as he was one, Danny was known to be one, Mike was one too, and Fletch too. My naughty brain started picturing a threesome with the hottest McFly boys -being Harry and Dougie, if you must know- and that thought only took me to my orgasm.

Harry tightened his hold on my hips, moving faster. I moved to his rhythm, until I felt him release on me, and collapsed over my back. He hugged me closer to him, and we rolled so we were facing the ceiling.

"You…" He said between heavy panting. "… are amazing."

"I know, thanks." I laughed.

"And a lot nicer after a shag. Not to mention sexier, more sensual, prettier, hotter…"

"You're going to make me blush."

"But I don´t want that. I only want to arouse you, and flush you. Can I do that?" Harry laughed. I moved so was on top of him, with my legs at his sides. I shrugged, slowly moving to kiss his chin. I slid my lips down his neck, across his collarbone, his chest, licking his nipples, down his perfectly toned stomach, his six-pack, and even lower, until I was…

Well, you get what I was doing with my mouth.

Harry put his hand over my head, petting me as… well, a pet. As I made my movements over his length faster, his fingers clutched to my hair, moving my head up and down at his own speed.

This moment of completely letting loose it's one of my favorite things in the world. That's probably why I'm so given to give or receive blowjobs.

"God, yes…" He muttered when I took my lips away. Harry glared at me, and I smirked, kissing him.

"I think you're stamina is starting to get down." I commented. He was about to do something (probably throwing me to the wall and fuck me senseless), but I put my mouth around his member again, sucking hard.

He didn´t need much.

I moved away with a sadistic smile on my lips. Harry sat up next to me, watching me.

"You know we can't stay here all day… right?" I wondered. Seeing it in his eyes. That idea.

Harry grinned. "Why not?" He said, crawling to me. He pushed me to the bed, making me sit over it while he was on the floor. "If you're my slave, I can be your pet every once in a while."

Harry's hands forced my legs opened and he started to kiss my inner thighs, slowly making his way up.

And again, we were interrupted by a door knocking. Fuck!

"Who the hell is?!" Harry snapped.

Someone cleared its throat behind the door. "Um… Room service?"

"Sorry." Harry grabbed one of the sheets on the floor and threw it at me, making me stand up and putting it around my body like a Greek toga, helping me sit again. He then grabbed his boxers and put them on, opening the door.

The boy with our food was young, probably his first job ever, and blushed a little when he understood what had being going on inside the room. He blushed particularly at my bra hanging on the ventilator.

"Um… here's what… Mr. Mike sends you." He said, leaving the tray inside the room. Harry tossed him a fifty pounds bill, dismissing him, while I stared at the food.

Oh, my.

"He knows." I stated

"Well, if he didn´t realized I was shagging you it's because he's a retard." Harry stated, closing the door.

"No, not room service boy. Mike."

"And why do you think that, huh, Cupcake?"

"Well…" I pointed to the tray. There were strawberries covered in chocolate, fruits like passion fruit, bananas, mangos and cherries. Jasmine tea. Roses jam, chocolate, pain au chocolat…

"Sex food." I stated. Harry almost chocked with the strawberry he was eating.

"What? Sex food? Does that even exist? And if it does… why nobody ever told me that before?"

"Come on! It's a tray full of after-sex-when-you're-actually-planning-for-more-goes-and-endless-nights food! Aphrodisiacs."

"Was that something very difficult to say from the beginning?" He complained, sitting on the bed at my side after pushing the tray there. "I don´t see anything bad."

"I do!" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest.

Harry looked surprised. "You do? Well, do tell."

"It's wrong to have affairs in your working place." I stated.

"Well, you don´t work here. It's a hotel."

"It's the same. It's even worst when your coworker happens to be a pop star followed constantly to the paparazzi. I don´t want to be on the tabloids more than I'm probably going to be after the show."

"It's fun, right? Then why don´t-?"

I interrupted him. "I'm going to look like a slut if this leaks!" I exclaimed, grabbing the plate with chocolate covered strawberries.

"Why's that?" He snickered, reaching to MY plate of strawberries.

I found it annoying, particularly since he was trying to steal my strawberries, but I answered him nonetheless. "This is nothing serious, so when they realize I'm not anything close to your girlfriend, they're going to say I'm a cheap whore, wanting to bed you just for your fame."

Harry's expression changed for the slightest of seconds, and he looked… angry. And then it was gone. I probably just imagined it. "Well, then let's say you're my girlfriend. Who cares?"

"I do! I don´t want to be known as Harry Judd's girlfriend when I'm not. I don´t want to be known as one of the most famous boys' in the country girl when I'm…-!"

"Yeah, I forgot. Looking for a boyfriend." He said bitterly. I stopped my ranting.

"Well, yeah. I mean… you don´t want anything serious, and I don´t want anything serious either, so this is perfect. And you're great. But what about gossip, huh?" I stated, offering him my plate in a conciliatory move.

He accepted it, but he was angry, I could tell. "Sure." He said smiling, but it didn´t reach his eyes.

"What? Are you ok?"

I was starting to feel… guilty. About what, fucking Syd?!

"Isn´t this what every boy want? Sex with no strings attached? Because I really don´t mind. I'm not the clingy girl who expects a loving husband after every time she fucks someone."

"Well, you shouldn't think for others." He muttered, before pushing me to the bed and getting over me again, leaving the plate in the tray.

That time, he was even rougher and rasher than before. It was almost violent without really being it. It was so very sexy… but at the same time, it wasn´t. He was trying to make a statement about something I didn´t fully understand. He was forcing something to get to me, but I was too thick to notice.

I didn´t like the sensation, it was as if there was something missing. And it was my fault.

When we both came, at the same time, I rolled away of him, staring at the magnificent ceiling. Really, they should put prettier things in the ceiling, when one looks at it so much. Not a mirror, though, because I wouldn't like to be staring at Harry's bare back or at my pathetic face.

"I don´t like you very much right now." I said out of the blue.

He shrugged. "You don´t need to like me if we're just gonna have sex."

Ok…That he got it right.

I huffed, and make a move to get away, but Harry stopped me.

"You can't walk, midget." He stated.

So now we're over the Cupcake, right to the midget?

"Too bad." I snorted, pushing his hand away of me and making a strong step to stand up. It hurt like hell, but I didn´t show it as I pretended. Once I reached his side of the bed, however, I couldn´t pretend anymore, and he stood up really quickly to hold me up.

"Stupid, stupid girl. What part of you can't walk is the one you don't get?"

"Leave me alone, Harry Judd."

"I'll leave you alone when you do what the doctor said." He stated, letting me on the bed as he recollected all of my clothes. He grinned to himself when he found my bra and he had to jump to get it. It was quite funny, seeing him jumping like a stupid twit with absolutely nothing on.

And then, Harry proceeded to dress me himself.

Let me tell you, undressing? Nu-uh. Not so great.

Dressing, however, is way too underestimated.

This was one of the sexiest things I have ever experienced. His hands sliding up my body with my underwear, or with my shorts, were something exciting. I was tempted to throw away all the clothes again.

But then I remembered I was supposed to be mad. Why I was mad, was a different thing altogether. And, thinking about it… Why was I mad, anyway?

"I'm going to bring you ice. Ok? Stay here." He ordered, turning around and leaving me there. Oh, great.

I slid down the bed trying not to use my leg to grab my computer, and I smiled proudly when I could get it back to bed with me. Technology was an excellent way to avoid thinking.

Harry was confusing. Did I mention that? Maybe he was an addict? That would explain a lot of things… Like the way he reacted to some things, or the way he acted as if he needed the whole thing now, instead of enjoying what he had at the moment.

He drove me up against the wall and then back to the floor. It was like hot and cold, except never cold, but hot in different, amazing, ways. It was like loosing your favorite toy in the fair you wanted to go so badly, and you had to decide what was best…

Ok, strange analogy.

But I never said I was good with analogies.

In fact, I don´t remember ever saying something about analogies to all of you…

Anyway… I was talking about Harry.

I liked him. I really did, I wouldn't have slept with him otherwise, but he was like a roller coaster with no brakes or someone operating it. Just you and him and that feeling of vertigo and adrenaline rush…

Ok, I don´t even know what I'm talking right now.

It doesn't have any sense.

Like Harry's mood changes.

That doesn't have sense either.

I should stop thinking about them, but… he is the edge of a building when you're about to jump down with a thin cord to get your fall.

And I felt like I was already falling…

Yeay, new chapter!

A little later than I promised, sorry.

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