"Hate to sound sleazy,
but tease me,
I don't want it if it's that easy."
- Tupac Shakur
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I slept very badly, as usual. That is nothing new. At least my move from the dirty couch to the bed has made my situation a little more comfortable. Nevertheless, I find myself in pure hell. And the fucking devil is sleeping next to me.
But this night I was not the only one who slept badly, Ashley seemed to have problems as well. She moved around restlessly and mumbled something to herself from time to time, but I didn't understand it. Did she perhaps have nightmares?
The air in the room was stuffy and I had no idea what time it is right now. Probably very early in the morning, which is often the time when I wake up for the first time. And then I can't sleep anymore even if I try it again. I just can't.
I still haven't quite processed yesterday and it will probably take time to do so. Especially since now Ashley will be near me all the time which didn't make it any better. I had now no more free second. The question who Ashely had called yesterday was still buzzing through my head and gave me a headache. Just like the question of who the nameless man is who is chasing me, or rather us.
And the temptation of Ashely lying next to me in her underwear frustrated me even more. I can't trust her and getting any closer to her than I already am is dangerous. Feeling her hot skin with my fingertips almost made me lose control last night.
What if-
All of a sudden something moved next to me. I was lying with my face to the wall and thus with my back to Ashley. The mattress was pushed in more which meant she was approaching me, probably checking to see if I was still asleep. When did she wake up? I pretended I still was asleep, out of curiosity as to what she was up to.
She bent over me, her breath brushing my skin. What was she looking at? She reached over me and in the semi-darkness scanned my junk nightstand, where I had placed my valuables. Then I understood her plan. She was looking for the damn USBs.
I opened my eyes and saw her outline, but her attention was on my valuables. So she didn't even notice how I pulled my hand out from under my blanket and within a fraction of a second grabbed her by her throat and pinned her back on the mattress. "Good morning." I said in a rough morning voice and a half-smirk as I now also held both of her wrists above her head with just one hand, the other still around her throat.
"If every one of my mornings started with a pretty brunette hovering over me in just her underwear, I might be in a better mood on average." I added with my head tilted.
"Awe you think I'm pretty, Romeo?" she mocked, visibly annoyed and still motionless under my strong grip. She hadn't really been flattered by my compliment. What a surprise.
"Shall we make this a new morning ritual, Juliet?" I replied with a smirk, my cross necklace dangling in her face.
Ashley scoffed furiously, her nostrils quivering. She had that one wrinkle sticking out prominently on her forehead again, she always had that when she got angry. Which of course was always the case when I was around.
"And what do you dream about at night?" she huffed with an eye roll.
I squeezed my hand around her neck tighter in response, because by now she knows exactly how much I hated it when she did that. Now that the blanket was no longer covering her, I had a good view of her exposed torso. Still, my gaze never left her face. Her lips formed a thin line and her eyes reflected confusion. It was interesting to see her so close, because after all, this does not happen rarely.
And that we were both half naked, I actually liked almost the most. "Do you really want to know what exactly I'm dreaming about?" I asked her with a grin.
"No, and now get the hell off me!" she hissed, her eyes still narrowed and her cheeks pink. She then tried to free herself from my grips around her neck and wrists, but without any success.
"Oh, what a pity, I'm sure you would have liked it." I whispered, waiting for her reaction. "Because you appeared in it." I added, her breathing increased. My own breath brushed her face and with a satisfied smirk I let her go.
I then climbed down from her, on the side where I had slept and where my nightstand was. There I reached into the secret hiding place which I had discovered last night and brought both USBs to light.
Ashley, who covered herself with the blanket, examined me with an angry look. She let her gaze wander briefly over my body and I knew that she liked the sight. Even yesterday when I was changing she couldn't resist checking me out.
Her gaze stopped on my upper body tattoos and when she noticed how she stared at me, she looked back into my face with a red head. My face plastered a satisfied smirk and I arched an eyebrow scrutinizingly. "Stared enough?" I teased her.
I knew by now how much she hated my teasing comments. Her face always flushed then or she bit her teeth angrily. "I wasn't staring!" she replied sternly, to which I just started snickering. "Mmm certainly, darling."
Then I demonstratively waved the two USBs around in front of her face. She followed them with her blue eyes like a target she never lets out of her sight. And to annoy her even more, because that was my favorite thing to do at the moment, I just put the two USBs in my boxers. "They are safe there now. Unless of course you'd like to get them back, in which case I certainly won't stop you."
"Fuck you!" she growled, angrily slamming her clenched fist on the mattress next to her. "You're always so cute when you get mad," I teased her only more, knowing that it would make her boil with rage. Then, without turning around again, I left the room and locked myself in the bathroom. The last thing I saw was Ashley's jaw dropped.
I changed my blood soaked bandage in the bathroom and when I came back Ashley had already dressed and stormed past me into the bathroom as well.
"Hurry up we have to go. Otherwise I'll leave you here," I warned her through the closed door. I grabbed the shirt I had stolen yesterday and pulled it over my head. We urgently need to get more clothes and also something to eat. I'm starving because the last time I ate something was several hours ago.
I sat back on the bed and waited, while checking my valuables which were all still there. The door opened again and an annoyed Ashley stood in the doorway. "Ready?" I asked, just as annoyed. "Yes," she growled back with a contorted face. We then grabbed our things and left the disgusting motel room. Ashley went ahead and directed the way down to the car.
"Just a minute." I said slowly, leaving the irritated Ashley standing by the open car door. With certain steps I went to the counter of the reception where the man from yesterday was already smiling at me slimily. "Did you two enjoy your night?" he asked, his smile turning into a lousy grin.
"Not at all." I gritted, while at the same moment, without hesitation, I lashed out with my fist to punch him directly in the face. The blow was so strong that it knocked him down immediately and he fell to the ground with a loud grunt. "Son of a bitch!" he whimpered and when I looked over the counter I saw the cuts of my rings on his face. His eyebrow was bleeding and he didn't move, probably because he was afraid I would attack him again, which I will do.
I went around the counter and with a fierce kick in the stomach I produced another painful groan from his side. Finally, he had insulted me and I hate it when people disrespect me. "Your motel sucks." I said sardonically before turning around and then just disappearing, leaving him back on the floor bleeding and grunting.
Arriving at Ashley again, she awaited me with a critical look and I got into the car without a word. She followed me and so we drove off. Driving down from the parking lot we followed the road that led further away from London. Without a destination, we followed the street for at least an hour. Silence ruled the space of the car and I looked over at her a few times out of the corner of my eye. But she just stared straight out the window.
"What were you doing just before you got back in the car?" she asked in an occupied voice, having to clear her throat after all that silence. I looked over at her for a moment and then back at the street in front of me. She looked exhausted with a tired look on her face, as if she had no much strength left and very little sleep. "I punched that guy from yesterday." I then said casually, without a trace of remorse or shame. After all, I didn't care.
"Okay." she replied monotonously. My right eyebrow arched in confusion, because I wasn't expecting that simple answer. I thought she was going to freak out and yell at me, but she just kept looking out the window without saying anything else.
I took advantage of this moment of peace to ask one of the questions that interested me so much and left me restless. "Where did you suddenly get the money from?"
My sudden question made Ashley turn in my direction for the first time since we were in the car. Before that, she had just been staring silently out the window the whole time. Since the incident this morning where she tried to steal from me, I ignored her too. I thought she would now continue to ignore me and not address the question, but that was not the case.
"I traded it for your car." she replied with a mischievous smile, for which her power was probably important enough to her, and a shrug of her shoulders.
"You what?" I snapped at her angrily, tightening my grip on the steering wheel and almost losing control completely. "What did you think?" she countered, amused. "We needed money and we had to get rid of your car."
"And why don't you give me the money then?" I asked, growling and with a grim expression on my face. After all, it had been my car. So it was my right to receive the money.
"So you can just run off with it then? Definitely not," she replied with a derisive laugh, as if she couldn't believe that I had actually asked that question.
"Fucking brat." I gritted out between my teeth with a stunned shake of my head. Of course I would have run off with the money, but why does this girl really have to think of everything? It's annoying.
"Excuse me?" she scoffed back.
"You heard me perfectly," I smirked at her.
Another huff left her cherry lips and she's now looking out her side window to turn even further away from me now. But that didn't bother me at all. Now I had my peace again.
After another half hour I headed for an exit to finally get something to eat and drink as well as new clothes. Maybe even a throw away cell phone, which can not be tapped. Ashely is not the only one who has to make calls.
"Why are you taking us to a new small town?" she exclaimed in surprise when she noticed where we were going. "We're not supposed to stop!"
"We need to get a few things." I replied curtly as I drove past the small town's entrance sign. Her eyebrows shot up in confusion, but she knew I wouldn't give her any further explanation so she didn't even try. It would just cause another argument. Because that's the one thing we do best: argue.
I pulled the stolen car over and turned off the engine so we could get out. Without another exchange, I just got out of the car, knowing that she would follow me. Which she did, because she copied my movement and got out as well. She casually put her right arm on the roof of the car and looked against the sun in my direction.
"And what now? What's your plan?" she wanted to know strained. I looked emotionlessly into her face and then just walked off in the direction of one of the open stores. I was still pissed.
It was a store for cheap clothes, probably for tourists and people passing by who want to buy something new quickly.
A bell on the door rang once and then a second time, as Ashely had trailed behind me. I looked in the clothing racks searching for something inconspicuous to wear, Ashley did the same. I looked over at her and for the first time since we left the motel our eyes met. I quickly looked back into the pile of clothes on the counter next to me and ran my fingers through them.
"I know you liked your cowgirl outfit, but this time something more inconspicuous might be more appropriate." I then said casually. A sarcastic giggle left her lips and when I looked back over at her she flipped me off. "Fuck off!"
I smirked to myself and then grabbed everything I needed for several days. Ashley did the same and wordlessly picked out a few clothes. With a wrinkled nose she looked at the ugly tourist designs of the shirts and pants. Of course, I also did not miss how she picked out black and white underwear and then brought them with all her other things to the checkout.
She paid for our purchase, with actually my money, and we then left the store again. "Where to now?" she then asked.
"We're going to get something to eat, a throw away cell phone, and then we'll go on our way," I instructed. She nodded and we got the last things on our list, only to arrive back at the car with full bags.
As quickly as we entered the small town, we left it again. On the further journey tension was in the air and we did not talk to each other again, since this morning our hatred for each other has probably become even stronger. Also when we had eaten we hardly paid attention to the other.
When Ashely then took out the throw away cell phone, I tore it out of her hand. "As long as you don't tell me who you called yesterday, I won't give it to you!" I hissed at her as she stared at me without understanding.
Annoyed, she crossed her arms over her chest and snorted out loudly. "Why do you want to know so badly?" Followed by a groan.
"Well, if you've got the CIA after me, I'd like to know if you want me to kill you right now or after so your friends can watch!" I gritted back, my knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.
"And you think I'd tell you that then?" she asked, stunned with her jaw clenched.
"I'm advising you, little devil. Tell me now!" I barked back contemptuously. I don't have time for her stupid games anymore. If the CIA is really after me too in addition to the nameless one, then I have a real problem.
"If you really want to know. Yes, I called my unit but not because of you!" she yelled back furiously. Her chest was moving rapidly up and down and her eyes were gripping mine with such intensity that I couldn't look away.
However, I then concentrated on the road in front of us again, because otherwise I would have caused an accident. "Why did you want to call them so badly if this wasn't about me, huh?"
"It's not everything about you, you narcissistic asshole!" she spat tensely. Who else would it be about?
"Before there's something more interesting in your life," I said with an arrogant snicker.
She smacked my arm reproachfully, whereupon I wrapped my fingers around her throat with a strong grip to immobilize her and make her finally shut up. Her breathing increased audibly loud, but no word left her full lips. Not even a whimper. I hate that she's not afraid of me.
"Are you now going to tell me why exactly you called your unit, little devil?" I challenged her while increasing the pressure of my fingers around her neck. "Or do you want to die in a car accident?"
As I squeezed harder, she gasped for air, whereupon I let go of her and put both hands back on the wheel. She rubbed the sore spot on her neck, where imprints of my rings were visible, and then cleared her throat. "I fucking hate you."
"Wow, I didn't know that." I replied wryly, with a proud smirk and a dark chuckle that filled the cramped room. I know she hates me and I also know that wasn't the strongest time I choked her and yet she gave in. Strange. But all the better for me. Less work.
Maybe she was just afraid I would cause an accident?
Ashley then took another deep breath and muttered "I called my unit to put fake USBs in the hunting lodge." My eyebrows shot up in surprise, because I wasn't expecting such a confession after all. "Why?" I wanted to know.
"Well, because otherwise your father will notice that the USBs are missing when he checks your cabin. So maybe he'll at least think everything is okay when he sees the USBs and not check the data," she then explained and it really made perfect sense. Fuck she's smart.
"And why don't you just say that, but make such an unnecessary drama out of it?" I growled then, thinking again about yesterday when she had made such a fuss about me throwing her cell phone out of the window.
"You don't tell my everything either." she snapped at me angrily. Why can't we manage to stay at a normal volume for just one conversation? One of us always has to yell at the other or get snarky.
"You women are really complicated." I grumbled uncomprehendingly. Ashley gasped in agitation and looked at me critically. "Pardon? Women are complicated? You're the best example of the male species being incompetent!"
"Incompetent?" I repeated her statement, stunned. "What was that again about the USBs? Oh, right, you couldn't decrypt them on your own. And who did you ask? A man," I shot back glibly. How could she have forgotten?
Ashley started to laugh mischievously and then shook her head demonstratively. "Oh yeah, who fucked both of us? The same man." She defended her statement.
Fuck.
"Whatever." Snorting, I continued to look out at the street, the conversation was over for me and I gritted my teeth angrily. Of course, Ashley was sitting next to me, highly satisfied, looking out the window as well.
With every minute we spent together I hated her even more. She is so damn exhausting and hard to bear. No wonder why she has few to probably no friends.
Speaking of friends I was going to get the cell phone to call the guys, but I can't until I get out of the car. After all, I don't want Ashely to listen. The guys probably didn't even notice that I wasn't available and think it was normal since it happens more often after all. However, they knew I was on my way to get the USBs, so maybe they did notice that something was strange?
I haven't talked to Ashley about a plan or where exactly we are going, because until now it was only important to get out of there as fast as possible. Besides, it had to be very far away. But as soon as we can relax a bit we have to discuss together how to proceed. After all, we can't just drive around forever without a destination.
Furthermore, we have to find out who the nameless guy is who is following us and even though I hate it I have to work together with Ashely for that. Together we simply have a better success rate and maybe complement each other's thought processes. And with luck she knows some CIA tricks that might help us.
From far away I saw a gas station appear in front of us and with a quick glance at the gas level it was now decided that we had to fill up. We slowly rolled onto the empty lot and I parked the car to get out afterwards. Ashley followed me and got out as well to stretch her legs a bit.
"Fill the tank. I need to make a phone call." I prompted her firmly, then moved away from her position to make the call in peace.
"How about a please?" she called after me. "I know you can say it," she added mockingly.
Annoyed, I wiped my face and didn't react to her cheeky remark, although I would have liked to wring her neck.
I went around the corner and leaned against an old stone wall. After checking my surroundings I took out the throw away cell phone. Fuck, I can barely memorize cell phone numbers. With half a memory I dialed the first number that came to mind. Hopefully he'll pick up.
It rang three times until the call was answered. "Yes, hello?" came the familiar voice, which made me exhale in relief. I hadn't even noticed how I had been holding my breath. Apparently I'm not so bad at remembering after all, which is a massive advantage now. Otherwise I would have been screwed.
"Hey Zayn."
"Harry? Fuck man we thought you were dead. Where the hell are you?" he immediately wanted to know. The relief in his voice didn't escape me of course, he must have been really worried...?
"Fuck, I don't know. I'm somewhere in the middle of nowhere on the run with Ashley," I told him, scratching my head as I scanned the area. No fucking idea where we are right now.
"You're what?" he yelled stunned, which of course I can't blame him for because I can't quite believe it yet either. "Nick fucked me over and some guy showed up who wanted to kill me and Ashely. We were able to escape and since then we've been driving as far away from London as possible," I explained to him the situation I was in at the moment.
"And neither of you is dead yet?" he wanted to know with a sneer in his voice. "Believe me, I've been close to it many times, but together we have a better chance of survival," I answered honestly.
"Hmm, I see. And who is the guy who wants to kill you?" he then asked after a little pause.
"We have no idea at all. Apparently I must have done something really fucked up to him because he seems to hate me personally and not just the gang." I told him my first suspicion. I came up with it last night. The Nameless One must have something personal against me, because otherwise he wouldn't make it a thing between the two of us, but would blame whole Falling. But what did I do to him? I have no idea who he even is.
"What did he look like and was he alone?" he then asked thoughtfully.
"He had a buzz cut and a scar on his left cheek. Followed by three minions. One woman and two men." I informed him.
Zayn hummed. "I don't know who that's supposed to be. Doesn't sound like Mafia or Cartell..."
"That's what I thought," I snorted back. I hated being so clueless. Just tell me who you are and we'll sort it out. By sorting it out, of course, I mean killing the other one.
"I'll ask around a bit and get back to you," Zayn said in conclusion.
"Okay. I don't know how much longer I'll have this phone, but I'll find a way to contact you," I said firmly. Maybe Zayn will find out something helpful with the others. Would at least be a good thing in this shitty situation.
"Good..." said Zayn registering. "Oh and Harry?" His voice lowered and I wonder what else he wants. We've discussed everything important haven't we?
"Yeah?"
"Take care, mate." muttered Zayn before ending the call without waiting for a reaction from me. A bit puzzled, I stared at the ended call and then put the phone back in my pants pocket.
What the hell was that?
Still a bit perplexed I went back to the car where Ashely was already waiting for me. "Ready?" she asked with a crooked eyebrow. I nodded and we got in to drive on. My thoughts were circling around Zayn and his words. I tried to shake it off and since it was already getting dark I looked over at Ashley who seemed to be tired.
"Motel?" I asked her with a loud sigh. "Yes." she replied just as quietly. Since we were thus in agreement, I headed for the next best motel that came our way. Neither of us wanted to sleep in the same room as the other again, but by now we were so tired that we probably wanted to go to a motel anyway, even if there was the possibility of sharing a room again.
And that must mean something.
Since when is driving a car so exhausting? Is it the adrenaline because we live with the knowledge that there is a possibility that we will be caught at any moment by the nameless man and his friends? Or is it the exhausting power of our constant quarrels? No matter what it was, we stopped shortly after in the next parking lot of a new motel.
The motel was similar in design to the one yesterday and at least as disgusting. Would it be too much to ask to end up in a clean place? We got out and went straight to the reception, which was fortunately still open at this time.
"Oh a cowgirl-" the man at the front desk started but Ashley cut him right off. "Yeah, that's funny, it's the first time I've heard that," she growled, annoyed, and then gave me a look filled with hatred. It's not my fault that she hasn't changed yet.
"We want two rooms." I then told the skinny tall man who was staring at me a bit astonished. He was the exact opposite of the man from yesterday but at least as greasy.
"Here you go." he then said and shortly after pushed two keys over the counter to us, which we quickly grabbed before he changed his mind. "Thank you!" purred Ashely. She paid him up front and then stalked off in the direction of her room. I merely nodded at the man and then followed her, since our rooms were probably on the same hallway.
Thank God we finally have two separate rooms and I finally have my peace. My room was right next to Ashely and at the same time we were now unlocking them.
"I hope you get syphilis from your mattress." she said with a devilish smile before opening her door.
"That wish goes out to you too." I sang back as my door now opened as well. I was just so relieved not to share a room with her that her comments didn't bother me at all.
I now turned my head away from her and fully entered my motel room. It was just as disgusting as yesterday's, even smaller.
And-
What the fuck. There's no mattress on the bed.
And there is no couch. And no blanket. What the fuck is this place?
With the door left open, I ran downstairs back to the front desk and noticed that the gate was closed and there was no sign of the man. He left? Energetically I knocked on the metal gate with a clenched fist, but I got no answer. That's a bad joke is it?
"Trouble with your room?" rang out the taunting voice of Ashely. She stood casually at the railing, arms crossed, looking down at me in the courtyard of the motel. Of course, she couldn't help but grin in satisfaction.
I gritted my teeth angrily and let hot air escape. But when I looked up again, she was gone. I walked back up the stairs with slow steps and entered my room again to look around for other possibilities, but there were none. How am I supposed to sleep without a mattress and a blanket?
I now had exactly three options. First: I sleep in the bathtub. Second: I sleep in the car. Or third: I knock on Ashely's door.
Suddenly the bathtub didn't look so terrible, but when I lay in it just a few minutes later it was anything but comfortable. And the car was just as crappy, because it was way too small for my taste which is why I didn't even try it.
So I was only left with option three. Ashely.
If I shoot myself in the head now, my problem would be solved. But I have neither a gun nor the desire to die.
Ashley should leave this earth before me and I will take care of that personally. But before that I have to knock on her door to get a place to sleep. Will she leave me at the door and leave me to my fate?
I would definitely do it that way with her if I had the choice....
Let's just hope she's not an asshole like me. Otherwise I have a big problem. I now put everything on her, hopefully existing, good nature.
So against my will I went over to her and stood speechless in front of the door of her room. Okay Harry just knock. What could possibly happen?
With my fist I now lightly banged against the door. I heard a dull stumble and someone approached the door. Ashley opened it a moment later and her eyebrows shot up in surprise when she caught sight of me. Her gaze traveled up me and then stopped in my face, a cheeky grin plastering her lips.
"Yeah? What's wrong?" she then asked with a hint of mockery in her voice. She leaned against the doorframe and waited for my answer. Yet she can already imagine why I'm here.
"My room is uninhabitable." I then said, hoping she took the hint.
Ashley frowned uncomprehendingly, "And what do I have to do with it?" she replied, and the twitching of the corners of her mouth in amusement did not escape me, of course. It was so clear that she was enjoying my situation.
"I need a place to sleep." I then said more slowly and gave her a significant look. But Ashley played dumb and cocked her head to the side. "Help me out here. I don't know exactly what you mean."
Fucking bitch. She knows exactly what I'm getting at. I drew in a sharp breath and tried to stay calm. I kept my clenched fist hidden behind my back as I did so. "I can't sleep in my room...that's why I need another place." I then hissed clearly, hoping she would finally let it go now and just let me in.
But I should know Ashley better by now. Thoughtfully she puts her index finger on her lips. "Hm, I still don't understand what I have to do with it." she then said with a mischievous smile. "When you know exactly what you want to ask, then get back to me." Just as she was about to slam the door, I held it open with my hand.
I hated the way she enjoyed the power she just had over me.
"Can I...sleep in your room with you?" I then gritted out between clenched teeth. I looked hopefully into her blue eyes, which glittered slyly. Her mouth formed a pointed O and she had that thoughtful expression on her face again. "You know what word was missing," she said with a grin.
That was it. I want to strangle her. Right now.
"Ashley." I grumbled from the back of my throat, warningly. But my threat only amused her more, as her grin grew even wider. "Also a nice word, but not quite what I was looking for." she replied nonchalantly. She didn't let the whole thing upset her at all. On the contrary, it was the first time she was really having fun again. And I am her fucking entertainment.
My jaw tightened as I ran my tongue along the inside of my cheek. We maintained intense eye contact and there was very little holding me back from tearing Ashley to shreds right then and there. When I hesitated she made another effort to close the door. "If you know what it is then let me know-"
But I interrupted her. "Fuck, okay. Please Ashely can I sleep in your room." I spat angrily, not losing eye contact for a second. "Why so desperate, darling?" she replied with a derisive laugh. "Come in."
I'm going to kill her. Cut off every one of her fingers, tear her to pieces and burn her afterwards. Nothing will stop me once we are safe and no longer dependent on each other.
Wordlessly, I stormed past her and she closed the door behind me. With a quick glance around the room, I then realized that there was no couch here either. Great, that means we sleep in the same bed again.
As I already said, I'm in pure hell.
Speaking of hell, why is it so hot in this room? It's also quite warm outside, since it's still summer, but isn't there any air conditioning in here? Oh, almost forgot everything here is junk. I hate sleeping in a room that is stuffy and hot. The windows here don't seem to be openable.
That will certainly be a lot of fun...not.
"Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart. I'm happy to help anyone who can't manage on their own," she purred contentedly, to add more salt to the wound.
"I'm doing just fine on my own!" I hissed, pissed off.
"Sure, that's why you're here." Her arrogance is going to get her killed, and if she doesn't stop grinning like that right now, I'm ending her life tonight. I snorted irritably and didn't comment on that now, instead I got my stuff out of my room and then went back to her. Only now I noticed then that she had already changed into new clothes.
In order to annoy her for leaving me waiting at the door, I decided to change in front of her. She was already in bed when I first started to take off my tshirt and then throw it into the corner. From the noise Ashley startled briefly and looked over to me only to see me then upper body free. Wordlessly and with a half-smirk I then pulled down my sweatpants with my boxers. Ashley couldn't decide where to look first, until she decided to look at the floor with flushed cheeks.
"There's no shame in looking, Ashley. I know you like the view." I said simply, the quirking of the corners of my mouth unstoppable. She continued to look at the floor "Just put your clothes back on, Harry."
I didn't do her the favor, though, but waited a bit longer until I put on some fresh clothes. I was now wearing gray sweatpants and no boxers. And still no shirt. I don't need that to sleep. Only now did Ashely's eyes leave the floor and she sent angry glances in my direction. Thereupon I lay down in bed with her and without a word she turned off the light, visibly annoyed by my presence. She probably regrets having opened the door.
I now had a new plan to annoy and tease her even more.
And I put this plan directly into action. I slid closer to her, whereupon she then turned around surprised because she had probably noticed the movement of the mattress. Since the temperature in the room was correspondingly high, we had not bothered to lie under the blankets, but simply lay on top.
It was dark, but I could see her outline, which showed that she was now looking in my direction. When I came even closer, she spoke up. "Harry!" she said warningly, but I didn't listen to her but slid dangerously closer and closer.
I was now so close that I slowly pushed my head onto her pillow, so that we now shared one. "Fuck off." she grumbled threateningly, but even from this warning I did not let myself stop. I now slid a little closer to her and our nose tips thus almost touched, but not quite yet.
Astonished, she knitted her eyebrows together and before she could say anything else, I pushed my leg between hers.
Ashley gasped in fright and I used this moment of surprise to now push my leg even further between hers. When I then started to move my leg she sucked in the air sharply, because the friction now exerted pressure on her center and thus stimulated her clit.
A soft moan left her plump lips as I increased the pressure. "Are you enjoying riding my thigh, little devil?" I whispered hoarsely to her. She threw her head back with pleasure, pressed it deeper into the pillow and a whimper came deep from her throat even if she tried to suppress it.
"Just look at the mess you're already making on my thigh, darling," I urged her. When she didn't obey me but closed her eyes, I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around her throat and pushed her gaze down.
"Fuck, you're dripping." I pointed out and now she saw the dark spot on my sweatpants through the moonlight coming through the window.
I'm not allowed to kiss her, otherwise I lose control. But fuck, she's so hot.
As I teasingly slowed the pace it was now Ashley who began to circle her hips on my thigh to get some sort of relief. I still held her in place with my hand around her throat, exerting extra pressure that knocked the air out of her throat and made her dizzy, which she acknowledged with a pleased grunt.
"Want to bring yourself to an orgsam, yeah?" I asked, stroking her face with my hot breath and Ashley moaned again, but louder this time. To support herself she held onto my bicep with her hand and bit her lip wildly.
"Fuck." we moaned out almost simultaneously. The sight of Ashely hanging on the edge of an orgasm almost made me go insane. Because of the pleasure that flowed through her body by riding my thigh, she could no longer suppress more obscene noises, which were the best sounds I ever heard in my life.
"Are you about to come, baby?" I asked her even more hoarsely than before, because of the sight that presented itself to me here. "Y-yes." she moaned out loud now, interrupting herself.
Her eyes flickered and she circled her pelvis even more against me leg now. My own eyes were filled with pure lust and the blood flowed five times faster through my veins. It felt like all my blood was flowing right down to my cock.
I felt her legs start to shake and her body tense up. But just before she could come, I pulled my leg slowly out of hers. "Hm, suddenly I don't feel like it anymore." I then said simply as Ashley stared at me with her mouth open. She remained frozen in her position and could not even realize what just happened. "Good night." I added, whereupon I then turned to the other side and tried to fell asleep with a mischievous smirk.
For the first time I didn't mind falling asleep with a rock hard cock.
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Hello honey bunnies,
hope that you and your loved ones are all healthy!!!
Wow this chapter is 6924 words long and I think it's the longest chapter I have ever written. What did you think? Did you like it?
I got a new cell phone today and had to organize myself a bit with it. Also, school is pretty stressful at the moment which is why I could hardly write yesterday.
But now the chapter is done and it's extra long!!
I think it is clear that not much is missing until we need holy water. So get ready...
Hehe
Next chapter coming soon...