Wanted You More

Bethany is top in her class, head-strong, and basically you're definition of a perfect girl but she has no intention of trying to be like every other girl and try to get Harry, the popular, good looking, soccer star, to like her...in fact, she doesn't really like him. But when Bethany is assigned to help Harry get his grades up and he realizes that Bethany is different than everyone else, will Bethany cave into giving Harry a chance or will she continue to stick to her idea that he is a spoiled, stuck up ass?

Includes sex, drugs, alcohol, self harm references/actions, and cursing.


47. Self Control?


The next day at school, Harry purposely sat next to me in first lesson. I tried to ignore him best I could, but he was wearing black skinny jeans, a gray zip up hoodie with no shirt underneath, and an orange beanie with his curls peaking out. I sat there silently cursing myself and my lack of self control. Every time I looked over at him, I saw him smirk.

“Okay class, you can use the last ten minutes of lesson to work with your partners on your skits.” I slid my desk over to Harry’s and he smirked at me. God do I hate that smirk.

“Hey there, partner.” Harry whispered in my ear, sending chills up my spine.

“Stop it; can we just focus for once?”

“It’s hard to focus with you in that skirt…since your bum is practically hanging out.” Harry smacked his lips together, turning me on. I closed my eyes and half smiled, but tried to hide it. I had worn a purposely short skirt and a tank top tucked into it with a blazer. I knew how to work clothes to my advantage so I knew how to sit to get Harry to look at certain places without making it look slutty.

“Well, try to focus. My boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate the way you’re talking to me.”

“I don’t think he would appreciate the things you think about me, or you cheating on him with me either.” Harry whispered into my ear, sliding his hand over my skirt. Damnit.

“Harry…stop…” I mumbled, practically begging.

“Does Liam do this to you?” He whispered, sliding his finger into my underwear. I bit my lip and tried to keep my eyes open but as he slid his finger into me, I couldn’t help but want more. I let a soft moan slip out, causing Harry to smirk even more. Thank god we were in the back today.

He started to pump his fingers faster, making me grab onto the sides of the desk. I was choking back moans, trying so hard not to let one slip but the fact that we had to be quiet turned me on even more than it should’ve.

“Come one baby…come on…” Harry whispered, slipping another finger in me, making my eyes go wide.

“Harrry…” I moaned softly. He started to smirk, knowing he won.

“That’s it baby…” Harry whispered. I finally let it out and Harry pulled his fingers out of my skirt and licked them clean. Watching it made me want him all over again. “Can’t wait for tonight.” He said to me with a wink as the bell rang. I groaned and closed my eyes. What the hell was I going to do…?

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