My Childhood Crush

Chapter 11

We were lying on the beach and doing nothing. I was trying to focus on my book, but Harry kept touching my thigh lazily and it was becoming more and more difficult to focus on anything else than the feeling he was eliciting.

He was looking at the people in the water and humming something. I tried to guess the song but he was so bad, it was unrecognizable. I started laughing and he glanced at me with a puzzled look.

"Looks like there is something you are extremely bad at," I said, trying to stop the giggles.

He raised his eyebrow and was on my in seconds, completely covering my body. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he was super strong and my attention went to his tattooed arms that were mere inches from my eyes.

I really loved those tattoos. His muscled arms were covered in many separate pieces of art that somehow looked incredibly well together, intertwining with one another. There was a ship and a compass on his left arm, supplemented with a cloud of mist that had some lyrics written on, but when I leaned in to read the words, Harry bit my breast through the bikini top, and that got my attention.

It was as if some kind of bubble had poped. I suddenly was very aware of his body touching mine, my skin burning and humming at the same time. I felt my lady parts get wet and I cursed myself for the complete lack of control that I had over my body in these last couple of days whenever Harry was around. Which was basically every hour of the day.

And that bastard smirked as if he knew about my inner struggle. He kissed the spot on my neck that he knew made my knees week, and then trailed his hand down, down, down, until it reached my lower lips. He pulled the bikini bottoms aside and slipped one hand inside, gathering my slickness on his index finger.

"Are you crazy?!" is whisper-yelled, looking frantically around. We were on a public beach with many people around us, kids building sandcastles not so far from here. And he had his frigging finger inside me!

I tried to get him off of me, but he chuckled and pulled his hand away from me. "You are just drawing attention to us, kitten," he taped my nose with the same finger that still had my juices on. I felt myself blush, but I was also becoming angry. He had deliberately turned me on, knowing that there was nothing to be done about my ... situation.

He rolled off me, smirking. "It looks like I'm the best in all the areas that count," he winked and licked his finger clean.

"Asshole," I murmured, knowing he would hear me.

***

I had finally gotten to the good, steamy parts in the book when I felt Harry bit my earlobe. He really liked doing that. Not that I minded.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled in my ear. I felt his breath on my exposed neck and that made me suppress a shiver. It was becoming so annoying that every single thing that he did made me respond to him so strongly.

"Reading" I answered in my most "duh" tone. He looked over my shoulder to read a fragment of the book, but I closed it before he could see anything.

"Anything interesting?" Harry smirked and put his hand on my bottom.

"Yes, so please leave me alone," I said, sugar basically dripping from my tone.

"You know, we could recreate some of the scenes of that book that you love so much," he wiggled his eyebrows, and I felt my p***y clench in answer to his words. It was difficult enough to look at him in only his swimwear and keep my hands to myself, but he just had to tease me.

Fine. Two can play that game.

I crawled to him and put my hand on his chiseled chest. "Really? Which part?" I asked, biting my lip seductively.

Harry smirked and pulled me even closer so that my chest was touching his. He then leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Anything you want, Simons." He bit my cheek lightly. Seriously, what is up with him and biting?

"Anything?" I repeated. "How about the scene where he goes to the restaurant and has his way with her while they eat dinner? And she then returns the favor in the bathroom?" I asked, remembering the scene from another book. I had always felt excited when I read about the dirty things characters were doing in public to each other. I mean, our own thing on the beach that night was hot as hell.

I could see the light in his eyes and his member stirring between us.

"Done," he nibbled my neck, sucking and licking it. I moaned involuntarily. "Anything else?"

I had to think for a moment. "Okay, how about the scene, where she invites his friend to join them? I had never had a threesome, and I think I want to try that out," I said, not completely sure whether that was true. I mean, theoretically I was intrigued, but I didn't know whether I could actually go through with it.

It was like a bucket of cold water was throw over him. He recoiled, rolled away from me and stood up. His eyes were hard, and I could see no warmth left in them anymore.

"No," he said and walked away, leaving me confused and hurt. Before I could react, he had left the beach, leaving his clothes and phone with me.

I grabbed my chest, not really surprised about the hurt I felt, though this time it felt like someone had stabbed me multiple times. I had become way too attached to him, and I feared the day he would tell me that he had had enough.

But his reaction was completely unexpected. I thought he would want to do it, or at least tease me about it. Even if he didn't want to have a threesome with me, I didn't think he would react this way.

So what the hell happened?