Winning The Bet

I got out of the large shower in our bedroom, grabbing a soft towel and wrapping it around my body. It was 4 o’clock, and Harry was still asleep. I had only woken up about an hour ago and laid in bed with him for a little until I eventually forced myself out of his grasp.

I thought about waking him up, but I knew he was exhausted. He had driven hours last night and hardly gotten any sleep the few days before because of our fight.

I wanted him to catch up on sleep so he could enjoy these next few days. I had already gone grocery shopping and when I woke up and bought a few things for dinner.

I also sweet talked the small business owner into letting me buy a bottle a wine, even though I technically wasn’t of age. It wasn’t hard. Everything in this tiny town was quiet and simple. It was everything that the North and South Side wasn’t.

“I threw on a pair of white shorts along with a tight black halter top that showed off my tan skin. I ran a brush through my wet, tangly hair and then started on my makeup.

After a few minutes I had on concealer, a thin stripe of liquid eyeliner on my upper lid, along with lengthening black mascara. It was nothing drastic, but enough to bring out the color of my eyes.

I walked out of the bathroom back into our bedroom to see Harry sitting up, rubbing his face. He was shirtless and his tattoos shined in the sunlight coming in from the window.

“You’re finally up,” I smiled as I went and sat next to him on the bed. He said nothing as he smiled and pulled me to him, kissing me hard. I smiled, kissing him back with all I had.

“What time is it?” He asked in a deep, sleepy voice. I glanced at the clock.

“Four thirty.” I said. Harry’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit. It’s almost evening.” He said. I nodded. “You could’ve woken me.”

“I only woke up a little while ago as well.” I shrugged. I stood up from the bed. “I bought some food at the grocery store to make us dinner. And I showered. I figured you could use some times to catch up on your sleep.”

Harry nodded, getting up from the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I’m going to go start making dinner,” I said against his lips. He pressed his swollen lips against my temple, then my cheek, then my forehead.

“Are you sure you don’t want to shower with me?” He asked, smirking as I rolled my eyes.

“I’ve already showered, so you’ll have to go alone.” I replied, raising my eyebrows as he reluctantly let go of my waist. I turned and walked down the stairs of the small cabin, into the kitchen to start making dinner.

~ ~ ~ By seven, Harry and I were sitting on the back deck of the small cabin, overlooking the large lake that was being shined on by the sun setting. The sky was orange and pink, showing that it would be dark soon.

Our bowls of pasta, which I had made, laid on the table, completely eaten. A bottle of red wine was standing in the middle of the table along with two wine glasses half drunk.

We sat there, just talking about nothing and about everything. He told me stories of when he was young. While I told him stories about when I went to North Pacific.

We laughed, we smiled, we even cried from laughing so hard at some of the ridiculous stories. Harry even ventured to tell me a few of his sex stories. Some of which, were quite embarrassing.

“So I’m putting my pants back on, right?” Harry says in the middle of his stories. I nod, wanting to know what happened, as I took a sip from my wine glass. “And her dad walks in, with her grandma following in behind him!”

“I thought she told you they were dead and that she lived with her mom?” I laughed, looking at him wide eyed. He nodded.

“She did! Apparently she thought the old man would scare me away so she just decided to lie so that I would still sleep with her.” Harry laughed. I shook my head, watching as Harry’s dimples deepened.

“Okay, I have a story.” I said, sitting up straighter. Harry’s eyes widened and he leaned forward excitedly making me giggle.

“When I was sixteen, last year, I kissed one of my teachers.” I said. Harry’s mouth dropped.

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not!” I insisted. “He was technically not a teacher yet. He was just out of college, only twenty one and he was so cute! Every girl liked him.”

“And of course, he hit on you, right?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged, grabbing my glass of wine again.

“It was a one time thing. It wasn’t anything special. He wasn’t a good kisser, either. When you see someone hot, you assume they’d be a good kisser right? Well no. it was like kissing, I don’t know, my brother or something.”

Harry laughed at that.

“Good.” He replied. I rolled my eyes.

“I didn’t even know you then.” I said. Harry looked at me, his green eyes burning into my blue ones.

“That doesn’t mean I like hearing about you and other guys.”

“I don’t mind hearing about your old girlfriends.” I argued. Harry stood up, grabbing our dirty pasta bowls and wine glasses in his large hands.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now. End of story.” He said gruffly, going inside.

“You know, Harry,” I started as Harry put the dishes in the sink. He looked at me curiously. “I want you to have me.”

“I do have you.” He replied, looking at me confusedly. I glanced over his tight jeans and graphic t-shirt, shaking my head.

“No, I mean, I want you to have all of me.” I said slowly. Harry seemed confused for a moment before I walked up to him and bit my lip, before kissing him hard.

“You mean…” He started. I nodded.

“I want to give myself to you. If you’ll have me.” I replied. It was all I could think about since we had come to the cabin. I wanted Harry, and I wanted him now.

“Hell yes.” Was all that he said before smashing his lips against mine and picking me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as we climbed up the stairs. Our hands wandered eachothers body, moans coming out of our mouths as we entered the bedroom.

“We’re going to go slow,” Harry said in a strained voice as he leaned me down on the bed. I nodded quickly.

I wasn’t thinking. I just knew I needed his skin on my skin, his lips on my lips, his hands on me.

His lips fell against mine in a passionate kiss, our mouths immediately melting into each other’s. My hands went up to his t-shirt, trying my best to pull it above his head without stopping the kiss. After a few moments, we pulled apart long enough rip the shirt off.

My eyes glazed down Harry’s naked torso, the dark tattoos covering his arms and chest. My hand went to the two swallows on his chest, then to his shoulders where an array of different inkings were. I traced them with my lips, grazing my mouth against his chest and arms.

Harry’s hands were going through my hair as he picked me up again so he could reattach our lips. This time, Harry’s large hands were underneath my shirt, unbuttoning the tight blouse painfully slowly.

“Stop playing with me,” I said against Harry’s lips. He smirked, knowing he was in control. He loved being in control.

My hand dropped from Harry’s chest and pressed against his clothed crotch quickly. Harry froze and moaned loudly. It was my turn to smirk. I applied more pressure against his jeans.

Harry’s mouth opened in a silent gasp as I rubbed him through his jeans. I took this as my opportunity to explore his mouth with my tongue. He moaned loudly. His hands were at my waist, pulling down my shorts.

I dropped my lips from his, kissing his neck roughly. His breathing was becoming deeper with each second.

“Lay back.” He instructed as he shrugged out of his pants. I laid back against the soft sheets on the large bed. My hair fanned out around my head.

Harry groaned loudly as his eyes looked over my barely clothed body. I had on nothing but a small, lacy pair of panties and a lacy red bra.

“Fuck, Scarlet.” Harry growled as his finger went up the inside of my thigh. I was starting to feel the wetness pool in between my legs. Staring at Harry in nothing but boxers was sure to have an effect on me.

“Harry,” I gasped as he crawled above me and started placing wet kisses upon my flat stomach.

“Mmm. You always smell so good.” Harry mumbled against my skin. His hands were rubbing lightly against my underwear, making my hips buck lightly.

“I need you,” I said in a strained voice. “I need you now, Harry.”

“Okay, baby.” Harry smirked lightly as he sat up and reached over to the dresser. I replaced where his hand had been, with my hand.

When Harry turned around, with what looked like a condom in his hand, he groaned loudly.

“Are you fucking touching yourself?” He said as he walked over quickly.

His eyes were black with lust as he lifted the wrapped condom to his lips and ripped it open loudly.

“You’re going to kill me.” Harry growled as he sat on the bed next to me, kissing me harshly.

“Let me.” I said as I sat up breathlessly. I pushed Harry’s boxers down roughly. He shrugged them off his legs.

His erection was large and seemed to surprise me even after I had already seen it. I took the condom, pushing it over Harry’s long length. His mouth was open in a silent gasp.

His arms were around my back as his lips latched on to my neck, his tongue tickling against my neck. Harry’s hands skillfully unclipped my bra, he brought it off my body and threw it behind him, his large hands immediately cupping my naked breasts.

He kept eye contact with me, his darkened eyes hidden a bit by his curly brown hair. His eyes stayed connected with mine as he leaned down and attached his lips around my nipple, and sucked softly.

My loud moans filled up the entire room. I could feel the smirk of Harry’s lips against my chest as he continued to suck against my breast. My hands were in Harry’s curly hair, knotting in them tightly, making Harry growl with satisfaction.

After a few more minutes and a few hickies left on my body, Harry leaned back with a satisfied smirk on his lips as he looked at me.

“Time to take this off.” He ordered as his long finger dipped into the waistband of my lacey panties.

“Why don’t you do it for me?” I said, pressing my mouth to Harry’s neck. He immediately ripped the thin piece of lace from my waist, leaving me completely and utterly naked.

“Are you ready for this?” Harry asked as he leaned me back against the bed once again. I nodded quickly, placing my hands on his muscled arms.

“I want you.” Was all I could say. I needed him in me. Now.

“It’s going to hurt, since it’s your first time.” He said, biting his lips as he placed his legs on either side of mine. I nodded and took a breath as I watched him place a finger inside of me. I moaned loudly as he groaned.

“Holy fuck, Scar. You’re so wet already.” He pushed in and out of me with his finger a few times before pulling out. I was breathing hard and reaching out my hand to bring Harry closer.

I watched as he positioned his length in between my legs. He looked up at me, intensity in his eyes.

“I’m going to push in slowly at first, alright? I’ll let you adjust. Then you can tell me when you’re ready for me to keep going, okay baby?”

“Okay,” I said, letting out a breath as Harry started pushing in. I shaky breathe left my lips as I felt myself stretch to my extremes. I could see why people said it hurt, it literally felt as if I was being completely filled up.

I squeezed my eyes shut, as I started to feel them water. I didn’t want Harry to see me cry, because I knew once he saw that I was hurting, he’d probably try to stop.

“Scarlet, I want you to watch.” Harry ordered, in a stern voice. I slowly opened my eyes. Judging by the time and feeling in between my legs, Harry was probably only half way in.

It was burning, and honestly, it hurt like hell.

Harry froze as I opened my eyes, a tear escaping down my cheek.

“Harry don’t stop.” I begged. “It’ll be easier if you just get it done with.”

Harry nodded silently. I could tell he was holding back. He groaned loudly as he thrusted forward, breaking through and sliding in easily.

I yelled out, halfway in pain, but there was also a bit of pleasure lying underneath the pain. I could hardly feel it through the burning intensity, but it was there.

“Keep going.” I encouraged as the last few bit of tears ran down my face. But after another thrust, it all got better from there.

“Faster?” Harry asked as he looked at the changing emotion on my face. I nodded. The faster and more he moved, the better it was going to get.

“Faster.”

After three more thrusts, the pleasure took over in my body. I felt a feeling I had never imagined. My center was on fire, but it felt good. No, it felt amazing.

“You’re so fucking tight, Scarlet.” Harry moaned loudly as he moved in and out of me quicker. “So tight, so wet, so sweet.”

I watched as Harry’s curls shook against his forehead with each of his movements. His face was slightly damp with perspiration, his body tight and damp.

His green eyes never left mine, filled with deep, dark intensity. Every once in a while, his hand traveled up to my chest to kneed my breast. Or up to my neck to pull me up to him and kiss him.

“Kiss me,” I begged as Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine without breaking his rhythm. I moaned loudly at a particular deep thrust from Harry.

“Harry,” I moaned at the same time as he yelled my name out.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you baby?” He growled. I nodded as I moaned out. “Say my name. Tell me who’s making you feel this way.”

“You are, Harry, you are.” I gasped out. I heard the slapping of skin together. I smelled the smell of me on Harry and the smell of Harry on me. It was all so perfect.

“You taste so good, Scarlet.” Harry moaned against my neck, his tongue coming out between his red lips.

My moans seemed to be louder now. I felt as if I was a porn star, hardly recognizing the noises that came out of me. Harry was no quieter, his deep growls and grunts came out with a husky tone and the simple sound of it made me even wetter than I already was.

“I love you so fucking much,” Harry said as he leaned down, licking a strip of my neck. My hands went around to his broad shoulders, holding on tightly.

“I love you more,” I said between gasps. All I could feel, all I could see, was my love for Harry. It was slowly becoming overwhelming.

My words just seemed to make Harry go harder and faster, his eyes never losing contact with mine.

He lifted up my leg, putting it around his waist so he could go deeper and deeper. I cried out. I could tell that I was reaching my breaking point, I was about to hit a high point.

“I’m close, Scar.” Harry said as if he had been reading my mind. I grabbed his neck, pulling him down against me.

Every inch of skin on his body was pressed against mine, his lips on mine, his hands linked with mine. It was a connection I would never forget. I couldn’t forget it.

We were making love.

After another moment, Harry and I both hit our climaxes, moaning loudly. The feeling was indescribable. It was if fireworks were going off inside of my body. It was incredible.

Harry pressed a deep kiss to my mouth before pulling out, huffing loudly.

For a few moments, all you could hear in the bedroom was our deep, long breaths.

Then Harry sat up, glancing down at me and smiling.

“I’m going to clean you up.” He said quietly as he went into our bathroom and grabbed a towel and rinsed it in water. He cleaned me up quickly and threw the towel in the trash can across the room before getting into the bed with me.

“Thank you.” I said as Harry pulled my naked body against his, his breath on my cheek as his head sat on my shoulder.

“For what?” Harry asked. His fingers were going through my hair lightly, soothing me.

“For making my first time a memorable one. For making it special.”

“I wanted to make it mean something.” Harry said after a moment of silence. “I wanted your first time to be better than mine.”

“What was your first time like?” I asked as I turned to face him. Harry smiled, a dimple indenting his cheeks as he looked at me.

“In all honesty, I don’t remember it. I was too drunk.” He replied, shaking his head.

“I’ve had sex with a lot of people, Scar. But…I’ve never done this.” He gestured to me. I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never made love.”

“So,” I smiled as I looked at him. “In some ways, I was your first too.”

Harry nodded, wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my forehead.

“Yeah,” Harry laughed. “I’ve never felt this way before. It still scares the hell out of me sometimes. But, mostly, it makes me happy. Which is something I never was before.”

“I love you, Harry.” I said quietly, linking my hand in Harry’s as our legs intertwined.

“I love you more.” He said, pulling me even closer. His voice was even deeper than usual. He started to quietly hum, rubbing his thumb over our clasped hands.

I felt my eyes get heavy. The clock across the room said it was almost 11:30 at night. I was completely exhausted. I closed my eyes and let my aching body fall into a deep sleep.

~Harry’s Point of View~

I thought after having sex with Scarlet, I would feel a sense of accomplishment. And maybe, just maybe, my infatuation with her would go away. But I was sadly mistaken.

If anything, it was worse than ever.

As she laid in my arms, fast asleep, I watched her. Her long blonde hair was fanned out over the pillow. She looked like an angel.

Her eyes were closed, as her naked chest rose and fell smoothly to signal that she was asleep. Her lips were red and raw from all of the kissing tonight. Her cheeks were slightly pinker than usual as well.

But she seemed to be glowing. Her tiny, thin frame was pressed against me. Her hands were wrapped in mine, my hands being almost double the size of hers.

I continued to watch as she slept, steady breaths coming out of her.

“I love you, Harry.” I heard her voice in my head.

I could feel myself becoming more attached. Which meant I was becoming more protective than ever.

Scarlet Thorn was mine. She would always be mine, no one else’s. Just mine.

“I love you, Harry” Scarlet’s words replayed in my head over and over again. I wanted to hear her say it more. I would never get enough of it.

I wanted to ask her to run away with me. Not just on a four day trip two hours away from home, but for her to actually pack up all her stuff, get in my car, and leave everything.

Would she leave everything just for me? Probably not.

I thought of how great it would be. For us to have all of our stuff in our bags, just leaving the shithole of South Side and North Side behind us.

Why did we need to graduate? I was already eighteen. Scarlet was seventeen, sure, but her birthday was in a few weeks.

But then reality sat in. I had the gang. I was in for life. There was no way Jay or Mark would let me leave. They’d rather shoot me. And Scarlet had school. She was an A plus student with a perfect college resume.

Being with her was still a dream sometimes. But there was a harsh reality in that dream, and that was the South Side.

“I love you, Harry.” I tried to keep Scarlet’s words replaying in my head. But they were overcome by a sour thought. A thought that I would never forget…

I had done it. I won the bet

This is so naughty xD 

HOLY SHIT GUYS IM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING, IM SO BUSY WITH SCHOOL, & MY DAMN COMPUTER DIDNT WORK, SO I HAD TO UPDATE ON MY PHONE .