After a long day of meetings and work, it was easy to distract myself. But on the train ride home, I knew that I had to start dealing with things, so I decided to text Natasha.

"Hey!"

"What's up slut?" she texted back.

"I just want to let you know I'm sorry," I responded.

"Whatever."

This was clearly going nowhere. I put my phone down and changed into something comfy before my phone chirped with a new text. I looked. It was Natasha.

"Anyways he's made his choice. It's time for you to wake up."

"What?" I responded, confused.

"Guess who's taking me out for drinks at 8?"

My heart stung. Of course Harry was. I knew it was stupid to be upset, but I was. The thought of her with him bothered me. I put my phone on silent before I said anything I would regret.

As I strode into the flat, I heard the telly in the living room. Harry was sitting on the sofa, playing video games. He was busy yelling into a microphone. I sat next to him and he flashed me a smile. I smiled back and curled up next to him, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Getting a few rounds in," he replied and I bristled.

"Explain it to me," I cooed, pretending to be dumb.

"Quickly, but I have to go, I'm already gonna be late," he said.

So he did have plans. If he was going to see her, I could at least make him late. He sighed and began to explain as he played. I nodded for a bit before I rested my hand on his thigh, he noticed, but kept going, enjoying being an expert for me. Still nodding along to his explanation, I let my hand drift higher until I was massaging him through his jeans.

"It's hard to concentrate when you're doing that," he warned.

"Really?" I smiled and unzipped his fly, putting my hand down the front of his jeans and stroking his thick length. He groaned and smiled at me. I, carefully, began to pull his jeans down. He lifted his hips and let me.

I got on the floor in front of him on the sofa. "How about now?" I asked before I took him into my mouth.

"Fuck," he hissed and paused his game, taking off the mic.

"Oh no." I smiled. "Don't let me stop you."

He grinned back at me and continued to play while I took my time. Switching between deep throating him and licking up and down the length of him. I loved feeling him grow in my mouth. I began to moan as he got hard under my touch. Suddenly, I heard his phone go off. As he began to fumble to silence it, I took my mouth off him.

"What's up?" I asked with my hand firmly around his shaft.

"Nothing," he mumbled as he fumbled with his phone, "nothing important," he said as he texted frantically.

I looked at the time. It must have been Natasha. He was blowing her off. I smiled and rewarded him by pulling him as deep as I could.

He moaned. "Bloody hell, babe..."

His hands dug into my hair and his hips lifted to my mouth. I, slowly drew him back out and looked up at him.

"I thought you were running late?"

"What?" he asked, dazed, "No, just–no–don't stop," he stuttered as I wrapped my lips back around his length.

It was clear that he wanted me to go faster, but I was prepared to draw it out as long as I could. However, as usual, my life had other plans. My phone began to vibrate in my back pocket. I reached back to silence it, but couldn't seem to get it.

"Here," Harry breathed as he reached for my back pocket, taking the time to give my behind a good grab as he got my phone. He tapped the button to discard the call, when he froze.

"What?" I asked.

"It's Aaron," he mumbled, pushing my phone into my face. I took my phone and began to look through it. Harry began to pull up his pants.

"Shit," I groaned. I had two missed calls and a bunch of texts.

"What?" he asked as he began to rearrange himself.

"I totally forgot," I sighed, "We have dinner plans. Fuck!" I was so involved with everything that I had truly forgotten. Thankfully, he was texting me to let me know he had to move the reservation to a later time.

"Whatever," he said he pulled up his jeans and got up off the sofa, leaving me sitting on the floor.

He began to wander to the other side of the room and text who I only assumed to be Natasha. He was going to meet up with her. The more I thought about it, the more I didn't want him to. Quickly, I checked the train schedule and noticed I had some time before I had to leave.

"Wait," I said.

"What?" he asked, annoyance lacing his tone.

"I mean, we have some time before—"

"Really?" he asked, "Are you really..." he trailed off, catching on all too well.

"Maybe." I gave a coy smile.

"You want me to fuck you and send you off to your boyfriend?" He stared me down.

"Harry, I can't say—"

"No," he cut me off, "I need to hear you say it."

I swallowed hard. I hated him. I hated how much I wanted him. I hated what I was doing to keep him from going to Natasha.

"Umm...Maybe we should just..."

"You wanna fuck or not?" he asked. I looked at him; he wasn't going to budge.

Eyes locked with his, I began to crawl towards him on the floor. He bit his lip as I got closer. He could barely hide the smile in his eyes. When I got to him, I hooked my fingers into his belt loops and kissed the bulge in his jeans. I hoped that was enough to convince him.

It wasn't.

"Huh?" he teased, "Do you want to fuck, or not?" he asked sweetly, stroking my face.

"I want to," I said on a whisper.

"To what?"

"I want to fuck," I admitted. He looked pleased. He ran his fingers over my lips.

"Tell your boyfriend you'll be fifteen minutes late," he snapped, looking away from me.

"What?" I asked, making sure I heard him correctly.

"Text him and tell him you will be fifteen minutes late," he repeated, harshly, "that should give me more than enough time to fuck you," he continued coldly as he peeled off his t-shirt, "that is if he still wants you when I'm done with you."

"Harry, don't—" I started.

"He didn't seem to mind my sloppy seconds last time," he said trying to get a rise out of me. I ignored him. "Text," he commanded. As I did, he pressed his fingers into my mouth making me suck them. "I have plans for this mouth."

His fingers slid in and out of my mouth while I texted. Once I hit the send button, I put my phone down. I hated it when he talked to me this way, but I hated even more how much it turned me on.

Frustrated, I tried to throw him off his game by grabbing his hand and pushing his fingers to the back of my throat, then pulling them out slowly to suck them. I saw his eye widen, and a flicker of a smile follow. I grinned right back.

My hands reached for his trousers, pulling it down and releasing his dick. He was semi hard. I put him back in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head, firmly this time, and made me gulp him down faster. As he got harder and harder in my mouth, his grip got more insistent until, finally, I ripped his hands out of my hair. He looked surprised as I pulled his length out of my mouth and stood up.

I pulled my shirt up over my head and shimmied out of my jeans. His eyes flickered over my body, but he kept eye contact. I pulled off my bra and slid out of my knickers. He smiled and reached to pull me closer. I pushed him away, turned around and sauntered towards his bedroom. I, coyly, glanced over my shoulder and saw him begin to follow me, his hard length bouncing from side to side with each step. Seeing it sway like that made me want to get back on my knees, but I had other plans for him.

Once he got into the room, I closed the door and shoved him down on the bed. Quickly, I climbed on top of him and pinned his arms. I crawled up to his face and sat. He smiled up from between my legs, grabbed my hips and pressed my heated core onto his mouth. I began to moan as he, angrily, ate me out.

"Why are you so good at that?" I gasped as his tongue worked my clit. I was dripping into his mouth. He pushed his fingers into me and they easily slid in. I spread myself over his face and began to grind against his mouth.

As I got close I reached down and buried my hands into his curly hair. I couldn't let him stop, it felt too good. I held his mouth against me whilst I trembled on the very edge of infinity, loving the high he gave me. I rested against the headboard and felt him wriggle from beneath my hips. Suddenly his hand was in my hair, knotting it in his fist against the back of my head. He yanked me back against him.

I began to fight, whispering, "You think you're the only one who can dominate?"

"Well..." He chuckled. He pulled me face to face with him and smirked as he tightened his grip in my hair. I, simply, smiled back and slapped him.

"Ask nicely," I seethed. The look of surprise on his face was priceless. I grinned.

"Hit harder," he challenged. His look of surprise began to shift into something much darker. His eyes were intense, his voice was dripping with lust. I felt my nipples perk up and my core ache. I raised my arm and hit him as hard as I could. My handprint left a bright red mark on his cheek. He hissed on the impact, but, as he recovered, he moaned.

"Yes Vivian please! Please put that pretty little pussy on my cock," I stared back at him, wanting more, "Please baby, I need it. Please, please, please give it to me, " he whispered as he looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Good boy." I smiled. Who was I to resist?

He grinned back and I positioned myself over his dick, taking my time as I eased myself on him. He bit his lip and grabbed my hips, trying to be patient. But neither of us could deny how good this felt.

Before I knew it, I was riding him like an animal. My thighs clenched around him and he met my every thrust. My eyes began to roll into the back of my head as he made me moan. But before I could get too caught up in my pleasure, he turned me over and pushed into me from behind. He pulled me up by my hair and pressed his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them.

"Good girl," he moaned as his thrust grew harder. My body was bouncing with each one. Then suddenly he pulled his fingers out and pressed me back into the bed, bending me over. He pulled out of me and I whimpered.

"Be patient," he warned. I felt him press his wet thumb against my arsehole and I gasped. He worked his thumb in. I moaned as he pushed his thumb deeper while he softly palmed my arse. He felt me begin to tense and he reached round and began to tease my clit with his other hand.

"Relax for me baby," he said as he worked his thumb in and out of me. "That's it." I writhed in pleasure. I never knew that this could feel so good. "Such a naughty girl," he whispered, I could hear the lust in his voice.

Steading my hips, he pressed his hard length back into me and I cried into the bed. With his finger in my arse and his very present shaft in my warmth, I felt so full. I began to push back on him, fucking him back.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"Do you let your boyfriend play with your arse," he asked.

"No," I moaned.

"Who do you let play with your arse?"

"You," I whispered.

"That's right. Whose arse is this?"

"Yours," I said.

His finger in me began to massage his length in my warmth and I squirmed under him in intense pleasure.

"Since I have to share your pussy, maybe I should just fuck your arse from now on." He chuckled, barely able to hide his delight.

My feet clenched and my toes began to curl. My legs slowly began to shake. He growled as I began to tighten around him.

"Holy shit baby," he whispered, lost in lust. He began to pound in and out of me and turn his finger inside me. I was shaking and whimpering, unable to control my body. "Viv, baby, fuck," he gasped. He sounded amazed. I flicked my fingers over my clit and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I screamed.

"Oh my God!" With soul-shattering intensity, I clenched around his thumb and dick. I felt his breath go ragged against my neck as he desperately continued slamming into me. In the throws of my orgasm I moaned, "Come inside me Harry. I want you deep inside me."

Just as I finished, his hips bucked harder against mine. I poked my butt out ready to feel him fill me up. He groaned, pulled his finger out of my butt, clenched my shoulder and pinned me against the bed. I moaned in anticipation.

"Please baby, please fill me up," I moaned. With an angry growl, he pulled out of me and jerked himself off on my back. I groaned in disappointment. He collapsed on the bed next to me.

"You're a mess." He chuckled. He was right. I was a puddle of sweat and semen, "if you leave now you can catch the express train."

"What?" I looked at the clock, "Harry! I don't have time to shower!" I grabbed his towel and began to wipe myself off. He smiled, feigning innocence.

"Really? That's too bad."

"I even told you to come inside me!" I yelled.

"Oh well, I guess I wasn't factoring in clean up when I was fucking you senseless," he said with a smirk.

"Fuck you!"

"Just did." He grinned. I ran out the door praying I didn't reek of sex and Harry.

I, quickly, got dressed, grabbed my bag and ran out the door. As I caught the train, a single thought blared in my mind. This had to stop. I couldn't keep juggling these men and my friendships. I couldn't keep this up. But, I couldn't stop my attraction to both Harry and Aaron.

As I rounded the corner, I saw the latest restaurant Aaron was taking me out too. He smiled at me and I smiled back, but I couldn't help but feel awful. I hated that I was lying. I hated being false. I wished that I could tell him the truth. But, despite all of that, Harry was right, I was fifteen minutes late.