My Childhood Crush

Chapter 4

Harry went straight to the small kitchen to get some glasses. I didn't know how he knew where it was, but I used the time to run to my bedroom and put another layer of deodorant. I still felt a little bit dizzy, but damn it, I'd do anything to look my best tonight.

Just as I thought about putting on a bit of perfume, he came back, and I hoped that I still smelled like my favorite DKNY perfume. Not that there was anything I could do to change that now.

"So..." I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes, looking at him in the dim light. He had a white t-shirt on, and black yeans. If I tried, I could see his tattoos through the thin fabric, and I felt a shiver run through my body. There was a reason I had two tattoos myself - they were a massive turn-on. There was nothing else that a man could do to make him sexier as getting inked.

Harry waited for me to continue, but when he saw that I was too busy ogling him, he smirked, put the bottle on the table and poured both our glasses. He gave me mine, went to sit on the bed across from the cair I was lounging in and c****d his eyebrow "How was your evening, kitten?"

I gulped when I heard him use my nickname. He was the only one who called me that and I could not remember the last time I had heard him use it. Or maybe he used it today already? I couldn't remember. Though I do remember the first time.

I was eleven years old and playing with the three cars that I had found in the sandbox when I saw someone come stand next to me. I looked up and there he was - tall for a twelve-year-old, with the weirdest light brown eyes that I had ever seen. even from afar I could tell that they weren't in one specific color, but a mix of many.

"You shouldn't touch what isn't yours," he said, and for the life of me, I couldn't understand whether he was angry at me or simply bored. Or maybe he was amused and close to laughing? He had a perfect poker face that didn't give me any clues.

He raised his hand, and I flinched. I didn't think that he would hit me, not for simply playing with abandoned toys, but that had become my reflex. Instead, he simply took one of the cars, leaving the other two to me. "You're safe with me, kitten. as long as you do not break my favorite car," he smiled and against my judgment, I smiled back. And just like that, he came to sit next to me and we started building our own city.

I shook my head to get away from the memories. "It was good," I smiled and sipped my wine. maybe I shouldn't be drinking it after the tequila shots, but I had spent the day being angry at myself for being so short with him. Now I definitely wanted to drink my wine and spend the evening-s***h- night in his company, however long he intended to stay. "I went to explore the city in the night and found myself in a bar. What about you?"

Okay, so maybe some of the words weren't as clear as I would've liked, but I was getting wetter and wetter simply by looking at him and I felt like my attention was divided by too many things to actually be invested in the conversation. Harry took my glass away and then he leaned closer.

"How drunk are you?" he asked rubbing his thumb across his lower lip. I got mesmerized by the movement and had to remind myself that he was waiting for my response.

"I just had a few shots.. but wait. How do you know that?" I was certain that I didn't look that drunk.

"Had you been more attentive, you would've seen that I was at the same bar with my friends. Watching you drown one shot after another. And flirting with the men at the bar, might I add," he gulped down his wine. His Adam's apple had never looked so beautiful as at that moment. I licked my lips and parted them to let out a quiet sigh. Kiss me, please. I begged with my eyes.

"I just wanted to have some fun. You could've asked me to join you and your friends, you know. Either before or after you saw me there. "I said.

"But then I would've had to share you with my friends. And I would not have liked that," he leaned even closer and put his hand on my left thigh. My eyes shot to his hand, and my heart stopped beating for a second. with his left hand, he touched my chin, making me look up and into his eyes. Then, with a sharp tug, he opened my legs and pulled me to him.

I was not ready for that, so I yelped but before I understood what was happening, I was straddling him. Somehow he had pulled me to the bed and onto him.

"And I do not share what is mine" he hissed, putting his hands on my breasts and squeezing them till they hurt.

Wait, what? What is happening? my brain tried to keep up with the information flow, but it has a bit too difficult at my current condition.

"Your virginal white dress looked way to good for my friends to see you, be at the same table as you," his hands traveled lower and stayed at my hips, his thumbs going under my t-shirt and rubbing against my skin. I couldn't stop myself. even the little contact that we had made me moan. Plus the words he was saying, obviously, made me as wet as I had ever been.

"I tried to stay away from you because I know you are too young and innocent. But you just had to keep throwing yourself at me, didn't you?" he growled and bit my earlobe. I moaned again and felt him twitch under me.

He then threw me on the bed, held both of my hands over my head and slapped my ass. hard. One cheek, then the other, then the first one again.

"And now you've done it, kitten. You can have me any way you want. Or rather, you can take me any way I want you to."

And even though I had always fantasized about kissing Harry, being with him, making love to him, suddenly I wasn't so sure he was a guy that was into all that. His predatory glare revealed that I was in for a rough night, and I grinned.

"Do your worst, golden boy," I said and took a sip of his wine, giddy to see what he had planned for us tonight.