My Childhood Crush

Chapter 8

I kept glancing around, trying to find Harry. Just as we had stepped inside the bar - turned out this wasn't a house party as I had thought- he had disappeared somewhere and I was left standing with a bunch of strangers. I shrugged and went to the bar, got myself two shots of tequila and drowned them one after the other. I then asked for a juicy cocktail and went to explore the bar.

"Okay, Kate, just go and do your own thing. He will come back at some point," I mumbled. I glanced around to find what to do to pass time when my eyes stopped at the pool table. God, yes. I just hope that there will be someone to play against.

Just as I stopped in front of the table, there was a guy who was looking or a partner, so we started playing and I remembered how much I loved the game. I was a bit rusted, but I blamed it on the tequila, and just three turns in I was almost as good as usual.

Zack, the guy I was playing with, was quite handsome, his brown hair made into a man bun, light stubble, and a nose piercing. We started teasing each other, trying to make the other sink their shot, and I realized that I was actually having a lot of fun.

Suddenly Harry materialized out of nowhere.

"Did not know you knew how to play," he whispered in my ear, totally blowing my shot. I scowled at him, but could not stay mad for long. With his tattoos and black clothes, he looked dangerous. And oh so sexy. My poor panties I thought feeling the liqueur pool down.

Zack made his shot but also didn't get anything. I saw a quick silent communication happen between him and Harry, but it was my turn, so I focused on getting my last two balls in the pockets, which I did flawlessly. Doing a little victory dance, I felt every movement repeated in my lady parts, courtesy to the s*x toy Harry felt was necessary. So I stopped immediately.

The bastard smirked as if he knew what I was feeling. "Now my turn. Care to make this interesting?" he took the cue stick and raised his eyebrow.

"Sure." I smiled. He didn't need to know that I had practiced playing billiard with my father and cousins every summer since I was 15. I was practically a professional at this game, and now that I had gotten my warm-up, there was no way I was losing this match. "What's on your mind?"

He rubbed his chin, then chuckled. "Trust me, you do not want to know."

"You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine," I trailed a finger down his chest, trying and failing at flirting.

He stopped my hand before it moved too low. "No need, I can read you like a book, Simons."

I rolled my eyes at my surname but gave in. "Fine, a simple, non-interesting bet it is then. What do you want?"

"Okay, if I win, you will have to go skinny dipping. Tonight, after we leave here," he raised his eyebrow, challenging me again.

Had I been less sure about my skills, I would've thought it weird that he chose skinny dipping as his prize. However, at the moment I was a bit buzzed and fighting against the need to rub something, anything really, against my core, because the walk from home till the bar had done terrible things to me. The toy in my p***y had made me wet and tingly and I wanted to have him. Now. The foreplay or whatever this was meant to be had lasted too long already. It was time to get to the business.

"I accept. But if I win, and I will, you will have to take me someplace private and f**k me, hard and fast. " I smiled, lined up my shot and watched as two of my balls found their way to the pockets. Harry, though, continued smirking, as if my little demonstration hadn't impressed him in the slightest.

As I went past him to get to the white ball, he pulled me against him and bit my shoulder. I moaned and felt myself get even wetter. How is that even possible? "Harry, please..." I begged. "I need you now. " I bit my lip to stop myself from begging him anymore that I had already. But I was ready to leave the game unfinished if it meant to finally have s*x with him.

He chuckled. "Not feeling like it, Simons. Maybe another time," he said, and let me go. He slapped my ass and went to the other end of the table. I looked at him and smiled. Challenge accepted.

I bent down, making sure that he had a front seat at the view of my boobs, and lined the shot but I missed it by a bit. I wasn't worried though. We were just starting and there was no point in showing off this early in the game. It was Harry's turn, but I used my time wisely and started flirting with the guy standing next to our table and watching the game. I hoped it would draw Harry's attention, but apparently, he too had an excellent focus because he did not even lift his gaze for a second. And what is worse, I didn't even get a second turn.

"The f**k just happened?" I gasped. While I was flirting with Alec here, Harry had won the game. Already. All of his balls and the black one were in the pockets.

"Stop cursing, kitten. It doesn't suit you," he grinned and raised his beer in a toast.

"You cheated!" I yelled.

"I always knew I was the best, I just needed you to see it too." He then drank his bear, not losing our eye contact. I followed the movement of his Adam's apple and pressed my thighs together. There was no way I could withstand those horrible, horrible balls inside me any longer. I had to get them out.

"You didn't even make this interesting. Who wants to win in their first turn?" I bit out, then put my cocktail in this hand. "Now excuse me, I have to go to the toilet and then I'm leaving."

A strong arm circled my waist, he put his beer and my cocktail on the bar and then he put me over his shoulder. "You are a sore loser, kitten, however, I think there is a bet you need to do." And with that, we left the bar, me still stung over his shoulder.

I didn't struggle cause I actually liked that he carried me, going all alpha male on me, but when his hand slid up, up, up until it touched the part where I needed him the most, I gasped. I knew that begging would not help in any way, so I tried not to react.

Smack! out of nowhere, he slapped my ass. Smack! Smack! Smack! he did it again and again. My p***y clenched around the metal balls, but I wanted something else to fill me. I wiggled out of his grasp and looked into his handsome face.

Then I crushed my lips against his, and, heavens, that was the best feeling ever. He was not sweet or gentle. No, when he kissed me back, he was rough, biting my lower lip, while his hands squeezed my breasts, kneading them. I jumped him, putting my legs around his waist and pulling his hair, trying to get us even closer to one another.

His hands went to my ass, holding me tightly pressed to him. I could feel his d**k stir and grinned, happy to get this reaction. He wanted me. He really did, and he wasn't even drunk.

Oh my God, this is happening! if only my 13-year-old self could see this!

Suddenly, Harry broke the kiss and put me back on my feet. "I do believe there is a bet that needs to be settled, Kitten," he smirked and readjusted his pants. From what I could see, he was big and thick, and I could not wait to feel him inside my v****a. "Do not try to sidetrack me. Get those close off and in you go."

I looked back and we indeed were at the beach already. Somehow the way back had seemed much shorter.

"not sure I want to go for a swim. I could do other things though, "I rubbed myself against him, desperate to finally take the next step with him. Or, you know, see him naked. Lick his abs, because I was certain that he had them, trail my finger along his tattoos, meet his member up close and personal...

"that's a shame. guess I'll be going alone then, " he pulled off his t-shirt and all I could think about was that I was right. his chest looked like it was sculpted, made for a god and not just some mere mortal. And at least for tonight, I was the one who got to touch it.

He waited for me to lose my clothes before taking off his, so I sighed and went to the shore, tore off my dress and jacket, and ran into the cold water. It was freezing, but I knew the faster I got in, the easier it will be. So I simply dove in and tried to enjoy the night swim.

As is surfaced, I could see Harry standing near, his d**k in his hand, slowly pumping it. I swallowed loudly.

"Can I..." I trailed off, looking at his majestic p***s and not feeling any guilt by ogling him so openly.

"What do you want, princess?" he c****d his head, continuing m**********g just a few meters from me.

"I...I.. you... I.." I stuttered, suddenly not able to form any sentence. My thoughts were running wild, my head full of images of me giving him a blowjob and f*****g in the beach.

"Use your words, Simons," he teased. I took a few steps closer, but he shook his head, so I stopped and looked in his eyes.

"You. I want you," I whispered. "I want to finally feel you inside me. I want you to lose control and finally f**k me like there is no one else around. I want you to fill me with your c*m and then f**k me once more, just because you can. And I want to dig my nails into your back and scream your name when I finally find my release."

Harry's eyes darkened and he stopped touching himself. I could see his eyes straying to my breasts with the hardened n*****s, and staying there.

Finally, finally, you were looking at me like you could not wait to get inside me. Like I was more than just your friend.

"Then come and get me," he said, and I didn't need to be told twice.