Sneak Peek to the handjob story.
I still have a lot more editing to do for this story and I’ve been working on the dialogue and the planning for the majority of the afternoon - then two friends from school asked me to meet with them after 2 years so I went to see them - and it’s just gone midnight and I’m still working on writing the description part of the story in between the dialogue because I love this and the idea of Harry in need of a handjob makes me weak.
Enjoy this sneaky peek.
You’ll get the rest tomorrow. ;) ;) ;) x
“What are you doing? Thought we were going for a dip in the deep end.”
“Got somethin’ in my trunks f’ you,” he whispered lowly in your ear, his voice cracking with arousal as he pushed his hips up to your crotch. And you could feel it; a prominent bulge forming from his hardening cock constricted against the tight material covering his lowly half. “I have a boner. D’you understand how god damn gorgeous you look in that bikini?”
“I had a feeling I looked pretty good. Knew it would get your motor running, so, s’ why I picked it out,” you grinned cheekily, your head rolling back as he suckled on your chlorine-tasting skin of your neck, his lips nibbling at the flesh below your jaw. “No hickies, Harry. Please. I don’t have a lot of make-up to cover them.”
“M’not. You just taste so good,” he whispered against your neck, his warm breath fanning across your wet skin and making goosebumps raise on the surface, your hairs standing on end. “Got a boner in my trunks. Need you to jerk me off, please.”
“Harry, please. I didn’t get in the pool for this,” you warned, pushing his shoulders a little to create space between your bodies. “I thought we were going to swim. Not do the unspeakable.”
“The unspeakable? Gorgeous, you make it sound like having sex with me is bad and wrong,” he chuckled, his hands holding your hips as he let his fingertips slide beneath the band holding your bikini bottoms up on your hips, “is it really the unspeakable?”
“Harry, public sex is unspeakable for us. Especially with your status in society,” you claimed, sighing heavily. “We run the risk of cameras and fans taking photos and we can’t d- get your hand out of my bottoms, you bugger,” you grumbled, reaching between the two of you and squeezing his wrists, trying to pry them from the constraints of your bikini bottoms.
“C’mon. I need you to help me. It looks like we’re just being intimate and cuddling in the water. Saw loads’a couples doin’ it today in the pool. Pretty sure that blonde couple were fucking on the steps, you know? She spent a lot of time on his lap when they were cuddling on the steps,” Harry reasoned, his eyebrows raising up and down as he spoke. “Besides, we have the pool to ourselves and no one has walked through her in ages and we’re cuddling and we’re not doin’ anything. Just want a handjob.”
“You’re not spunking in the pool, Harry.”
A snort left his mouth.
“M’not goin’ to release in the pool, Gorgeous. In my trunks. And do you have to say spunk? Sounds so vulgar,” he muttered under his breath, a grin forced onto his lips.
“Oh, and giving you a handjob in the pool is okay, hm?” You questioned with a smirk, bringing your arms back to his and raking your fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck. “You’re so unbelievable, Harry. Do you know that? What would your mother say?”
“Nothin’ because she’s not finding out about this, okay?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of telling your mother what we do on our holidays, Peaches. I never kiss and tell, you know that,” you smiled, blushing softly as he pressed his lips to yours in a impromptu kiss.
“Does this mean you’ll give me a handjob?”
I am so excited for this one. xx