Reading Between The Lines - Larry Stylinson Story - Chapter 25 RATED R Part 1
Author's Note:
My lord, how long has it been? Since August?? Honestly I never meant to go on such a long break from this. Really, I never meant to go on a break at all!
I swear I already posted this chapter but apparently not. Oh well, that just means I'm ahead of schedule :D
I think I've learned a lot about love in the past month or so. Before Harry came around I had no fucking clue what "love" was. My mum was never very touchy feely. We never really said "I love you" to each other or anything along those lines. And Mark is... well, Mark. I had never really had a source of love in my life before. And now I do.
And currently that source is shirtless and on top of me on his bed, kissing my neck. I hum, playing with the strands of hair at the back of his neck while he pushes a hand up my sweater and over my stomach.
"Can I?" He asks, lifting the fabric up slightly. I bite my lip, nodding my head and sitting up. He pulls the shirt off and looks over my scarred chest and arms.
"What are they?" He asks gently.
I'm surprised by the question. "Uh-u-uh... bu-burns." I blush and look away. His fingers ghost over the yellow and purple welts. Bold and horrid looking against my pale skin. I pull my arms away, trying to hide the scars. "G-god it's so ugly." I mutter.
Harry pulls my arm back. "No." He mutters. He places open-mouthed kisses over the scars and up the inside of my arm, stopping at my elbow. He moves up, hovering his mouth over my own. "You'll always be beautiful." He hushes.
I tilt my chin up, meeting him in a sweet kiss. Our mouths move slowly, like a dance; his fingertips dragging up my bare sides sending sparks up my spine. He lays me back onto the bed, straddling my waist and toying with my hair. I place my hands on his bare sides and when his tongue flicks out, licking my bottom lip I gasp, letting him in.
His hands start to trace patters in my chest, traveling down to my abs. I moan lightly into the kiss and his hands hover over my jeans. He pulls back, gazing into my eyes. "H-have you ever done this before?" He asks. I slowly shake my head, watching him carefully.
"Good." He breathes out. "Neither have I."
I bite my lip as he begins to undo my trousers and my hands hurry to do the same to his. We shed our jeans and soon our boxers too, sharing sweet kisses all the while.
"There's lube in the drawer." Harry mutters into my neck, where he is currently showering kisses. "Condoms too."
I fumble to pull out the drawer of his bedside table, searching for the items. I soon find both and Harry takes them from me, squirting lube onto his fingers while tracing patterns in my spread thighs. I gasp and jump slightly when a cold, slick finger is pressed against my entrance.
"Shh it's okay." He mutters in my ear. "Are you sure about this?" He leans back slightly, looking into my eyes. I smile and nod. "It's just cold." I mutter, blushing slightly.
Harry chuckles and presses his lips to mine, slipping a finger into me. I gasp slightly as Harry begins to work his finger in and out. It doesn't hurt, it's just uncomfortable. My body soon relaxes and Harry adds another. This time it hurts.
I gasp into his mouth, gripping at the back of his neck.
"Shh." Harry soothes. "Just relax. Let me know if you want to stop."
I nod and try to relax. After several gentle thrusts, Harry spreads his fingers, making me cringe. "F-fuck." I mutter. If it hurts this much already, what's the real thing going to be like?
Harry moves his fingers in and out slowly, spreading them occasionally. He's keeping everything slow, letting me adjust. When his fingers find that certain bundle of nerves, I can't help but cry out, sitting up slightly, eyes shot wide open. "G-god!" I scream.
"What?" Harry asks frantically, beginning to pull out his fingers. "Did I hurt you?"
"Fuck. No!" I gasp, grabbing at his arm, trying to put his fingers back inside me. "D-do that again!" I beg, desperate for more.
Harry smiles as I blush.
He pushes his fingers back up inside me, making me gasp and moan, my head falling back into the sheets.
"Sh-shit." I mutter as he adds a third finger, spreading them apart and poking at my prostate. "You sure you've never done this before?" I breathe out nervously, trying to hold myself together as I slowly fall apart.
Harry smirks and nods. "Only to myself." He comments and I moan loudly as he thrusts quicker into me, images of Harry finger fucking himself filling my head.
"Fuck. I'm ready."
Part 2 soon :)
-Gracie