Chapter 69 Are You That Desperate?

Chapter 69 Are You That Desperate?
Purple´s POV:

Harry’s kiss was demanding, his tongue pushing past my lips like he owned every inch of my mouth. I moaned softly into him, my body instantly melting against the cool wall of the corridor. The school might have been buzzing with people outside, but in here it felt like we were the only two souls left in Roonie. His hand stayed wrapped around my neck, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to keep me right where he wanted me.

“Fuck, Pancake,” he growled against my lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to breathe. His other hand slid down my side, gripping my hip hard before slipping under the oversized sport top he’d just put on me. His fingers traced the waistband of my leggings and my breath hitched.

I should’ve told him we couldn’t, not here and not now, but the second his hand dipped inside my leggings and brushed over my panties, all rational thought disappeared. I was already soaked.

“Harry…” I whimpered as his fingers pushed my panties aside and stroked my slick folds. He groaned low in his throat, clearly pleased with how wet I was for him.

“So fucking ready for me,” he muttered, nipping at my bottom lip. Two of his thick fingers slid inside me without warning, curling instantly against that spot that made my knees buckle. I cried out, the sound muffled against his shoulder as I clutched at his bare back, nails digging into his skin.

He pumped his fingers slowly at first, then faster, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing tight circles that had me seeing stars "You so fucking tight,"

My moans grew louder, shameless in the empty hallway. Every thrust of his fingers made wet, obscene sounds that only turned me on more...I had never, never ever felt this much pleasure in my life.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered hotly against my ear, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked me harder with his fingers, pressing his hard body against mine so I could feel how much he wanted me. His cock was straining against his shorts, hot and heavy against my thigh.

I was trembling, grinding desperately against his hand. “Harry— oh god, I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” he ordered, voice rough. He kissed me again, swallowing my loud moan as my orgasm crashed over me. My walls clenched hard around his fingers, thighs shaking as pleasure ripped through me. I buried my face in his neck, moaning and gasping his name like a prayer while he kept stroking me through it, drawing out every last pulse.

For a moment, the only sounds were my heavy breathing and the distant noise of the sports event outside. Harry slowly pulled his fingers out of me, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean with a wicked smirk. My face burned.

“We should stop,” I whispered, even though my body was still buzzing. “Someone might come…”

Harry pressed his forehead to mine, breathing hard. His hand gently cupped my cheek. “Yeah… fuck. Not here. Not like this.” He kissed me softly this time, almost tenderly. “But baby. I’m not done with you.”

I nodded weakly and shamelessly, legs still shaky as I adjusted my leggings. He helped me fix the sport top, his eyes dark with promise.

“Better go take those pictures without flirting” he said with a smirk, stealing one last quick kiss. “And lose the leggings later. I meant what I said.”

I rolled my eyes at him but couldn’t hide my smile as I slipped out of the corridor, heart racing and body still tingling from what we’d just done. Harry Bords was going to be the death of me.
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As I walked back to the field, a lot of gazes were sent my way, and I started thinking a hundred things at once. Did they hear me moan out loud in the corridor? If so, I might not return to Roonie after this break.

“She really is Harry Bords’s girl,” I heard some girl whisper to her friend while looking at me like I wouldn’t notice. I walked to Nate and Chris to get the camera.

“Restroom, huh?” Nate questioned before he flipped me around so he could stare at my back. “BORDS,” he read out, and my brows furrowed, then my eyes widened.

Only now did I realize there was a name on the sports jersey I was wearing. How dare he make me walk around wearing his name?

“Just give me my camera.” I snatched the camera from him and walked away with a wide blush on my lips. He said I was his and went ahead to let the entire town of Roonie know.

“Nice shirt,” a female voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned to find Leone and the blonde she had been hooking up with. The blonde was dressed in a grey trouser jumpsuit that left almost half her cleavage on display. She didn’t look like she was our age, so I assumed she was at least 20 or 22.

“Uhm… hello,” I said to the blonde and smiled at Leone, ignoring her comment about my dress.

“So… yesterday, did Harry tell you about the dare and…”

“Yeah, he did,” I replied—referring to the stupid dare he made about himself or something. I hadn’t been paying much attention, but it was just some silly, trivial thing.

“And… you both are okay?” she asked in a surprised tone, as if I were supposed to continue arguing with him for the rest of my life.

“Uhm… we are together,” I informed her, and she chuckled lightly and shook her head in disbelief.

“Are you that desperate?”

My eyes widened at her question; even the blonde next to her stared at her in disbelief. Leone held the girl’s hand. “Let’s go.” They took a few steps away from me before Leone stopped and said, “You are worth so much more than that, Purple. I don’t understand how you could forgive him that easily and let him continue playing with you.”

I clenched my fists, about to let her know that if I chose to forgive Harry for everything he did to me in the past, that was my fucking decision and had nothing to do with her. But she already walked away, and the crowd went wild at the same time, cheering for the athletes. I pushed my way forward, pushing Leone’s words to the back of my head, ready to take photos—but I paused when I spotted Harry.

In a purple sports attire.