Red Kiss (Sequel to Cherry Lips)

I'm sure you've read the tale of the young girl who moved to a strange city, met a handsome guy and through out all the heartache, she still seemed to live happily, ever, after. Well, this isn't that. This is the sequel to that very story, Cherry Lips. Lose yourself in the madness, romance and suspense in the all new, Red Kiss authored by niallgoesrawr.


15. Chapter 12

His dad was sitting at the table and stood up to greet us.

"Nice to see you again Harry." he said as they shook hands.

"You too Dad." Harry replied.

"Nice to meet you young lady." he said, kissing my hand.

"Nice to meet you too. I'm Macie." I replied, sitting next to Harry.

"I'm Tony. I thought Harry was having me on when he said he had a girl." he said.

"Yeah well, here she is." Harry replied.

"You didn't tell me she was so fine... and polite, unlike most of them."

I looked at Harry.

"Dad, seriously." Harry said before his eyes shot on mine. He shook his head.

"So, are we ordering?" Tony asked. 

He called the waitress over and she took our orders. 

"You been with Harry long love?" Tony asked me.

I looked at Harry and looked back at Tony.

"Couple of months." I replied, smiling.

"Harry talks about you all the time."

"Really?" I asked, grinning at Harry.

"Where is that food?" Harry asked, trying to change the conversation.

"Yeah. Says you're the only one who keeps him sane. Says you changed him."

"Changed him did I? I wish." I said, under my breath but loud enough for them both to hear me.

"You must mean a lot to him... you got his Grandmothers ring." Tony said, looking at the ring.

"He gave it to me a couple of days ago. Quite a speech actually." I replied.

"I bet. Harry was always good at chatting up the ladies... right Haz?" Tony laughed.

"Typical boy." I replied.

The waitress finally brought the food over and we dug in.

"So Harry, have you thought about that offer yet?" Tony asked him, with a string of spaghetti hanging from his mouth.

"Dad I told you... I already have a job. I like it too." Harry told him.

"Yeah but... it's a family business. If your mum was here she'd say the same thing."

"Yeah well she isn't is she Dad." Harry went quiet.

"Shame. I could use the company." Tony stared at his food and they both started to play with the meatballs on there plates.

I felt a bit awkward, just sitting there, doing nothing. I decided to make another conversation.

"Who do you think came up with the word spaghetti?" I asked... no answer. "Okay urm... meatballs are just rolled up meat right... urm..." I couldn't think of anything to say so I stayed quiet.

"I think I'll call it a night." Tony said, throwing his napkin onto his plate and standing up. "It was really nice to meet you Macie. I hope he treats you good." he said leaving the restaurant.

"We should go too. You're probably bored out of your mind." Harry said.

We left the restaurant and drove home. Harry didn't say word throughout the whole journey and when we got home, he pulled up outside my house and didn't budge from the drivers seat. I went to open the car door but Harry grabbed my arm.

"Thank you for coming with me tonight, I appreciate it. And also... some Italian guy came up with the word spaghetti." he said, smiling.

"Thanks for letting me know... and any time you need anything... I'm here." I replied, leaving the car and going inside.

Just before I shut the front door, Harry stopped me and grabbed me by the waist, lifting me up and shutting the door with his foot. I wrapped my legs round his waist and put my hands on his neck.

"I should thank you properly." he said, before smashing his lips against mine.

We had a few passionate kisses before he began to walk upstairs... with me still wrapped around him... and walk into my room. He threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing my lips, neck and chest. I unbuttoned his shirt and ripped it off his arms, showing all his tattoos.

"This... is wrong. We... shouldn't.... do this." I tried to speak at the same time as kissing him. I didn't want him to leave my lips.

He brought his lips away from mine and spoke. "It's not wrong... it's right." 

He began to kiss me again and ran his hands up my dress, stroking my legs and tugging at my underwear. I stopped him from pulling them off and turned him over so I was on the top of him. My legs were at either side of his hips and my hands at either side of his head. He unzipped my dress and slid off my shoulders, showing my bra. His hands ran up and down my legs and squeezed my bum a little before taking the whole of my dress off. I unbuckled his pants and shoved them down his pants. He let out a little groan and kicked them onto the floor. We were both left in our underwear and he rolled us over again.

"I like to be on the top. Makes me feel manly." he told me.

"Fine with me." I laughed and kissed him some more.

He brought his lips down to my jaw line, moved to my chest and down my cleavage. He slightly kissed each of my breasts and moved down my stomach. I stared up at the ceiling as he kissed my stomach. He then moved onto my crotch. His hands shocked me as they grabbed my legs and moved them up so he could kiss the inside of my thighs. I shot up and lifted his cheek up to face me.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's my turn." I told him.

"What are you on about?"

"You've already gone down on me... remember? Well, it's my turn now." His mouth formed an O shape and we quickly swapped places.

I softly kissed his crotch area before pulling down his underwear and gently holding his penis in my hand. I placed my lips around it and began to suck.

"Let me tell you how I like it...." he paused and breathed heavily. I assumed he liked whatever I was doing so I did it more.

I sucked constantly and made sure I didn't bite him. He lent back on his elbows and let out gasps of air.

"Go deeper and harder... yeah!" he told me.

I did as I was told and let it slip deeper and sucked harder. It began to get stiff so I went faster and he reached for my hand. He squeezed it tight and let out little moans as I sucked and sucked. I went a little faster and he told me to slow down so I did. His hips rocked up and down and tried to move with them as he moaned. He squeezed my hand a little harder and his hips rocked faster. He began to count down from three.

"3...2....1...!!!!" he shouted and exploded in my mouth.

I quickly swallowed and let go of his penis, pulling his underwear back up to cover it. I crawled over to lay next to him and wiped my mouth. I had a very salty taste in my mouth and my lips were tingling. He moved his curls out of his face and looked over at me, with a huge grin on his face.

"How was it?" I asked.

"The best I've ever had." he replied.


"Yeah! I can't even do it that good... and I can do it whenever I want." he laughed.

We were both breathing heavily and he stood up and went to the bathroom. I grabbed some gum from my bedside cabinet and put three in my mouth. I needed that salty taste to leave my mouth. I chewed and chewed and spat it out before he came back in. He sat with his back to the wall and stared down at me. I placed my head on his lap and he stroked my hair.

"I've missed you Macie." he told me.

"You already said that." I replied.

"I meant it."

I smiled. "To be honest, I think I missed you the most." I told him.

"Is that so? Are you willing to bet on that?" he asked.

"Give me a head start first!" I told him and jumped off the bed.

I headed for the door but he beat me there and swung my over his shoulder.

"That wasn't a head start!" I shouted.

"You weren't fast enough." he replied and threw me on the bed.

He crawled on top of me and hummed as he kissed me. I wrapped my arms round his neck pulled him closer. He stopped and stared at me.

"I'm hungry." he told me.

"You just had a meal." I said.

"I had like two bites."

"You had spaghetti."

"Two meatballs then. I wanna bake something." he told me.

"Bake what?" I asked.

"How about..." he kissed my nose. "Cookies... in the shape of a heart?" he asked.

"Sure. I have teddy bear cutters if you want to make teddy bears too." I told him.

"Who wants to eat a teddy bear?" he asked.

"True, they're too cute."

I got into my baking outfit... yes I have a baking outfit... and Harry got dressed and went round home to get changed. When he came back, I had already set everything out and I handed him an apron.

"I'm not wearing this." he told me.

"Fine, get your clothes dirty." I replied.

We started weighing and mixing and spreading and rolling, and all of a sudden, Harry flicked flour at me and it went all over my face. I wiped most of it off and threw some flour back at him. Before I knew it, we were having a flour fight and the kitchen floor was white. We managed to get back on track and the cookies were in the oven in no time. Harry helped me clean up and wash all the dishes and cutlery.

Half an hour later, the cookies came out of the oven and we decorated them pink and blue. We didn't have any energy to eat any of them... well, Harry had the energy to eat three... so we cuddled up on the couch and talked for ages. I never knew how funny Harry actually was... my stomach was killing me, I think I got a six pack! Harry played with my hair and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later to find Harry asleep next to me with a blanket over both of us. I kissed his forehead and closed my eyes. Everything was officially back to normal... and it was going to stay that way.

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