Moments later, my eyes popped open at the sound of a loud door slam.

"Fuck you! You stupid fucking tosser!" I heard Natasha's voice echoing in the hallway.

Still somewhat tipsy, I crawled out of bed, propped my door open and craned my face out into the hallway. Natasha was storming out towards the front door. I stepped out and looked around only to see Harry standing in the doorway to the guest room behind me.

"What the fuck, Harry?" I whispered.

"She's a stupid fucking cunt!" he yelled.

"Fuck you!" Natasha's voice echoed from somewhere in the house.

"Oh my God." I walked to his door and pushed him into his room. "Stop yelling in the hallway," I whispered as I closed the door behind us. "You are going to wake up Aaron. He needs to sleep."

"Does pretty boy need his beauty rest?" Harry mumbled sarcastically.

"What?"

"You bring Tasha and I here, just to let these arseholes walk all over us."

He was very angry. I began to try and talk him down. "You both are here as my guests. But you two decided to act immature all day and behave like horny kids. Don't think I've forgotten about the bathroom incident, that was disgusting."

"That's funny coming from you," he scoffed.

"What?" I said, taken aback.

"Aaron had his hands all over you all day."

"Aaron is my boyfriend."

"That's right. Boyfriend. How long have you been seeing him? A week? Two?"

"Harry..."

"You sit there on your bloody high horse preaching about no sex before relationships." He was staring at me so intensely.

"Oh please, Harry. I've been seeing him for over a month."

"But what you really mean is no sex unless a guy blows a load a cash on you," he continued, ignoring me.

"Harry, you're a guest in this house–"

"A load of cash for a load in your face!" he yelled, "Isn't that right?"

"Excuse me?" I gasped.

"Everyone could see the grass embedded in your fucking knees and the satisfied look on that fuckers face when you two came back. Every man knows that look. Tell me, were you enough of a lady to spit, or did he pay you enough to swallow?"

I slapped him. Hard. His cheek was bright red. He looked back at me, shocked and pissed. His eyes had gone cold.

"Fuck you," I said. But that wasn't enough. I slapped him again. Harder. "Fuck you!" I tried to slap him again, but this time he caught my wrist. I reached my other arm back and he grabbed that one too.

"No, fuck you!" he yelled.

We began to struggle. He pinned me, my arms over my head, against the wall, pushing his body against mine. Suddenly I was aware that I was in nothing but boy shorts and a grey tank top, no bra. He was in nothing but his boxers. He smelt of sweat, salt water and sunscreen. I was so horny that the smell of him was beginning to make me wet. It didn't help that his muscles were tensing against my body to hold me in place.

His eyes locked with mine as he whispered, harshly, "You little slut. Acting like you are better than everyone else..." My eyes widened in shock but before I could protest, he leant in, pressing his lips against my ear. "Walking around in that tiny red bikini all day..."

The sheer lust in his voice made me flush.

"Harry, stop it. This is not funny. Stop messing with me."

He just tightened his grip on my wrists. His head dipped down to my neck and he inhaled deeply against my skin. He began running his lips back up my neck as he spoke.

"You messed with me first. Fucking teasing me with your sexy little body," he began to grind his hips into mine, "Making me watch your breasts and arse bounce around all fucking day," he growled softly against my neck.

"Harry, you're drunk and confused and mad at Natasha. Don't do this. You want her. Don't take that shit out on me," I whispered, unsure.

"No," Harry chuckled, "Nooo no. You," he hissed, "You had me so hard all day. So fucking hard I had to leave the party just to jerk off." What could only be Harry's quickly hardening dick began to press against my stomach. "Finally, I just had to get Natasha to blow me. Even then, it took me forever to come because I wanted your lips around my cock, not hers." He chuckled. "When you walked in on us, I thought I'd completely lost it."

"Harry," I mumbled, trying to think straight. Trying and failing. My body was beginning to respond for me.

My nipples were puckering, pressing against the soft fabric of my top, my stomach tightening. Dear God, I was growing wet merely listening to him. My hips began to roll with his and between my legs, my core began to ache. I had been so turned on all day that everything he did, everything he said, felt amazing.

"I saw the look in your eyes when you saw us. You try to act like such a good girl, but I know exactly what you are." His words began to get lost as he buried himself in my neck. He let go of my wrists and wrapped his arms around my waist. I buried my hands in his hair, not wanting him to stop what he was doing.

Pulling me off the wall, he sucked and nipped against my neck, and I let my head fall back to give him more access. sighing, "Harry, oh my...No...Harry. This is...Aaron–"

I had barely finished saying Aaron's name when Harry violently pinned me back against the wall. He latched his hands back around my wrists and slammed his hips against mine.

I gasped. His force sent shivers through my body.

"Fuck him! Fuck Aaron!" he spat, "Just seeing him touch you drives me insane!"

That shocked me back to reality. I sputtered out, "This... this is Aaron's house and he's...he's my...boyfriend. I can't...I can't do this."

Harry just stared at me for a moment. It was like he was trying to read my eyes, to see if I was telling the truth. Finally, a sly smile formed across his face. His eyes had darkened to near black.

Then, slowly, calculatedly, he said, "If you want me to stop, I'll stop. But first, I'm gonna need you to stop grinding against my cock."

It was only then that I realised that my hips were moving of their own accord, seeking a release from the tension that he had built up. One of my legs was sliding up to his hip to give my core better leverage to grind against him. Certain of the damp spot already forming on my knickers, I flushed. Harry could definitely feel how frustrated I've been all day.

But he only laughed, his breath tickling my skin as he trailed his mouth over her collarbone. What was he about? Slowly he released my wrists and grabbed my leg, hooking it around his hips. His other hand began to slide down the side of my body like he could memorise my silhouette through touch.

"So...do you want me to stop?" he challenged, punctuating the sentence by thrusting his hips against mine and then, expertly, matching my rhythm.

He continued to run his hands up and down my sides. I closed my eyes in bliss at his heat, at the slight, but not quite hard enough, pressure. It frustrated me. I bit my lip, angry, fighting the desire overtaking me. My head was swimming with lust. The tequila and Harry were definitely not helping.

Suddenly, he pulled away from me, breaking the contact between our bodies. "I need an answer Vivian," he said earnestly.

I flushed, not from embarrassment, but from anger. Every scenario began to roll through my brain. And every time my throbbing core made me lose focus. The man I had been fantasising about was right here in front of me. I was tipsy. I was horny. I hadn't had a guy make me orgasm in ages.

I glared back at him. "Fuck you. No, don't stop," I whispered. He bit his bottom lip as his eyes raked over me.

"God, you are so fuckin' hot when you're mad."

He brought his hands to either side of my face and pulled me in for a kiss. We positively devoured each other's mouths. We ended up back against the wall. My legs spread as he lifted my bum so both of my legs could wrap high around his hips. His now rigid dick was pressing against me. I ran my fingers through his hair, raking over his scalp. He moaned into my mouth.

With my legs around him, he brought his hands to my breasts and played with the nipples through my shirt, stroking and squeezing gently. A low, hoarse sound came from my throat.

He began to tease me by moving between fucking my mouth with his tongue and playfully biting my lips. I drifted, my eyes half closed.

He moved from my mouth, down my neck, to my breasts, taking one nipple and sucking it through my top, dampening the fabric, while he groped the other. Then he switched. My head was back, rolling against the wall, in pleasure. I felt his strong arms wrap around me and pull me off the wall.

Before I knew it, I was under him on the floor. He impatiently shoved his hands under my tank to get to my breasts and soon after, hastily pulled the top over my head. The cool hardwood floor felt wonderful against my skin.

He took one breast, then the other into his warm, wet mouth, and I nearly cried out right there and then but I caught myself. My hands, still firmly in his hair, began to slide down his neck and rested on his taut shoulders. Just feeling those muscles coiling underneath my touch made me shiver.

He pulled hard at my nipple, and I arched up against him frantically, almost dislodging him. He growled then and turned to suck my other breast. At the same time, he moved his hips up fractionally to bear down on my pelvis. I arched again as a whimper escaped my lips. My legs were splayed open under him. I hated to admit it, but I was at his mercy.

He came back up and began to kiss me again. He ran his hands around to the inside of my thighs before pulling my boy shorts to one side and running his fingers up and down my centre. He teased my clit for a long wonderful moment before dipping his fingers in further into me.

He moaned between kisses, "You're soaked."

I ran my hands down his back to the elastic of his boxer briefs, delicately tracing my fingers under it, teasing him. In response, he growled and quickly removed his underwear himself. His dick sprang free. All I could do was stare.

It was...impressive in length and girth. Liquid had oozed from the tip, making the pale rose crown glisten.

On one hand, I was dazed, dizzily aroused, on the other, I found myself wondering if I had bit off more than I could chew. On a completely different hand, I was excited at the thought of taking him into my mouth. Harry saw my eyes hadn't moved from his groin and he smiled. His thumb hooked into my knickers and he pulled the small piece of cloth off, revealing my centre glistening with wetness that was slowly travelling down my thighs.

As he took in the sight of me, I swear his length twitch.

A lurid smile spread across his face, "I've had to watch your arse walk around all day," he mumbled, picking me up and placing me belly down on the bed.

Manoeuvring me onto my hands and knees, his large palms grabbed my bottom and began to massage it. All of a sudden, his warm, wet tongue was on my core, running its way up and down the expanse of roused flesh. It felt so incredible I nearly climaxed. My toes began to curl.

With his fingers, he spread my nether lips and began to run his tongue back and forth on my clit. My whimpering followed. He then took his tongue and began licking my entrance, making me so wet I could feel my arousal running down my thighs.

Letting his tongue drift back to my arse, he began to delicately lick my asshole. I'd never had a guy do that before. It felt amazing. And dirty. And primal. Then he took his fingers and pushed them into my begging warmth. He quickly found my spot and began to stroke it with the pads of his fingers. I was getting so close I could scream. But he was taking his time, keeping me on the edge and driving me crazy.

When he pulled his fingers and his tongue away I nearly sobbed. But then he pressed his turgid tip against my entrance and I gasped. I had never wanted to be fucked more in my entire life.

Swiftly, he shoved himself into me to the hilt. I had to bury my face in the covers to stifle my cry. Almost painfully, I was filled by his incredible girth and length. Every inch of my body trembled. He drew almost all the way out and shoved himself back in again. I cried out again with pleasure into the bed.

Somewhere in the back of my head I registered that we were getting too loud. And then I begged, "Slow down...Aaron is—"

Harry reached forward, roughly grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head up to his. My head bent back over his shoulder and my body bowed to his desire.

"If you call his name again while I'm inside you, I'll really make you scream," Harry threatened, his breath heavy with lust. He pulled himself all the way out and plunged back in full mast to make his point.

He kept my head up out of the sheets. Unable to bury myself in the bed, I had to screw my eyes shut and bite my lips together to keep from waking up the entire house.

He let out a needlessly loud and satisfied "Fuck!" Soon after, I heard him chuckling in my ear, "You feel too good."

The next instant he pulled me fully upright, my back pressed against his hard chest, my thighs spread onto his lap with his length still inside me. I had never fucked like this before. I, shyly, began to grind against him.

"Ooh, no Vivian," I could hear the patronising smile in his voice, "you are going to have to fuck me better than that."

His tone made my blood boil, I begin to ride up and down his full length, slamming my hips onto his until they made a satisfying smack every time.

"You're such a good..." he sighed, the rest of his sentence caught in his throat as he gasped in pleasure.

With our synchronised undulations, he caressed my breasts, kissing his way up and down my neck. I couldn't help myself, I buried my hand between my legs, massaging my clit in a frenzy.

He took one of his hands and brought his fingers to my mouth. "Suck," he commanded. I did.

His fingers going in and out of my mouth expertly began to mimic his length thrusting into me. Then he took those fingers and brought them to my clit only to find my hand there already. His wet fingers joined mine and their movements against my clit.

"Naughty girl, you wanna come?" he asked, his voice heavy with effort. I was barely holding on, how he was forming sentences was beyond me.

I hardly registered the question. I was pried open with pleasure. Although oddly, the only image I could compare it to is a cello being played by an expert. He was skillfully playing me and making me moan just the way he wanted. Wrapping my wrists in his grip, he pulled my fingers away from my clit and began to slow down our pace. I whimpered.

"I asked you a question Vivian," he said.

"Yes!" I responded.

"Yes what?" he pushed.

"Yes, I want to come," I whispered desperately.

"I don't believe you."

"I do," I tried.

"Beg," he commanded. I wasn't quite sure of what to say. But I wanted to come. I needed to.

"Please Harry. Fuck, please make me come. Fuck me," I whimpered.

He let my hands go and dug his fingers into the flesh of my hips. He was going to leave bruises. He began to pick the pace back up, going deeper with each thrust. I felt my orgasm building deliciously slowly but steadily.

"Can he make you come?" he whispered, his voice rough. I ignored him. I let my head fall over his shoulder. My mouth was right next to his ear.

"Please fuck me, Harry," I begged and then began to nibble on his earlobe. I reached my hands back to pull his hair, hoping to distract him.

"Answer me or I'll stop," he seethed.

"No!" I cried, "No. He can't. He can't," I confessed, almost in tears.

"Oh Vivian," he moaned. He almost sounded sorry. Almost.

One of his hands returned to my clit and he began to roll it between his fingers. His other hand clutched my hips as he truly began to pick up the pace. His hips were meeting mine in mechanic rhythm, thrusting incessantly up into me. My breath quickened. My eyes rolled back into my head. I was trying to keep up, riding him as hard as I could.

Then he whispered in my ear, "Come for me baby."

With those words I felt myself fall apart. It started as a soft, almost whining moan, which quickly gained intensity and volume. I wrapped my hands over my mouth to muffle my cries. My core began to spasm around him. I felt so incredibly full. My legs was trembling with pleasure. My whole body was vibrating in ecstasy. This was what I had needed for months now and I was finally getting it.

His breaths on my neck become ragged, his thrusts became merciless and, shortly after my body ceased shuddering around his length, I felt him get harder than I thought possible. Ropes of hot sticky fluid soon began to coat the inside of me.

When we came to an end, we were in a sweaty heap. In our postcoital haze I swore he leaned over and gave me an uncharacteristically sweet kiss on the shoulder. I looked at him, my body was still recovering from what we had just done, but my mind began to race.

"Harry?" I whispered with concerned and shock. He read my face.

"Vivian, don't–"

"I-I need to get out of here." I scrambled to my feet and began to search the room for my clothes. I immediately put them back on.

"Viv, please, listen—" he begged.

Opening the door, I ran out of the room and slammed the door behind me before barrelling back into my room. Once inside, I slammed the door and locked it, completely forgetting about Aaron until he mumbled half asleep. "What's wrong babe?"

I nearly screamed in fear. I stared at him, chest heaving. What had he heard?

"Nothing, just a bad dream," I whispered.

"Ok," Aaron mumbled as he fell back into a deep sleep. I went to the bathroom in our suite and turned on the shower.

What did I just do?