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I huffed a sigh and gathered my tangled excuse for hair into a high ponytail and settled into my chair. Draco lay comfortably along the chaise in my office. Personally, I found the whole picture to be distracting, but who was I to tell my boss to get lost?
The huge stack of fan mail needed sorted and responded to, but time was against me. I had maybe an hour to get through this last batch and I was determined to finish everything before the weekend. It was my first day off in what felt like forever and I wasn’t having Draco Malfoy ruin it for me.
Or my plans to get laid.
“You know you can’t smoke in here, right?” Despite the many times I have told, asked and reminded him, he still ignored me. Draco waved me off with his cigarette, the ashes falling to the threadbare rug. It already bore the scars from many cigarettes past, but the truth was; I quite liked how they made him smell.
It was the way his cologne, already a smoky scent, when combined with the leather from his favorite jacket and the menthol?
It was heady.
So strong that it wrapped itself around my mind shooting pleasure down my body, hitting a place left untouched for too long.
It didn’t help watching his lips wrap delicately around the filter, bending inward slightly to keep it from getting moist to release it and hold the smoke in.
It just did something for me.
Draco’s chest heaved as he released the smoke, his mouth forming a perfect “O” shape, the rings floating towards the ceiling before disintegrating against the plaster.
I wriggled uncomfortably in my chair, my cheeks flushing at the inappropriate pictures dancing through my mind. He wasn’t paying attention to me anyway. I watched his silver eyes dance across his phone screen and shook my head. The stack of letters wasn’t going to read themselves.
The first envelope was safe enough. It was a young man writing to Draco, explaining how Draco and his band had transformed his own music and he was hoping to become as famous as Draco one day. I skimmed the rest, deeming it safe enough to respond to and set it aside for Monday. The second one was more or less the same as the first and it followed the first envelope.
On and on the letters went, but as time passed they began to get salacious in nature, explicit even. One was so vulgar I had to choke back a sound of surprise as heat rose on my face. Of course, Draco chose that time to sit up and pay attention.
“What?” His eyes were on me probing, searching for the source of my discomfort.
“Oh, it’s uh nothing.” I wasn’t convincing even to my own ears. Draco set his phone aside and leaned forward on the chaise.
“Now you have to tell me.” The look on his face was a mixture of curiosity and mischief. It was like he had a sixth sense and knew exactly what the letter said.
“Did you read these already?” Draco shook his head and leaned back his hands behind his head. His green Henley rode up revealing his trim waist and a sliver of porcelain, muscled skin. My mouth watered at the sight and I drew my gaze quickly upward. We locked eyes and he wore a shit eating grin.
Oh boy…
“Read it to me, Granger.”
“I’d really rather not…” I let myself trail off, desperate for him to give me this out.
“I think I’d like to hear it. I am your boss, you know.” He winked and my heart fluttered a bit, before I tamped down the feeling.
“Technically Draco, your mother is my boss.” He shrugged, unbothered by the correction. “It’s by extension, now read. Please?” He looked at me through his lashes, a trick he somehow found worked on me every time and it had nothing to do with how I imagined he’d look with his head between my legs. Sighing, I picked up the letter and fluttered it a bit to straighten it out. A waft of women’s perfume floated toward me and I rolled my eyes behind the paper.
He asked for it.
“It’s these fan mails. They’re a bit… explicit.” I looked over the letter at him and he leaned his head forward in a gesture to proceed. Fine.
“Well in this one she’s detailing a sexual experience with you. You’re something akin to a Greek god by the way.” A small chuckle was his only response and I trudged forward, color staining my cheeks. I mentally scolded myself.
Get a grip Hermione. You live in a world of sex and rock and roll. You are an adult, act like it.
“For example- ‘I wanna suck your soul through your dick and then spit it back in your face. You can renovate my hole-‘”
“Say that first one again.”
“Oh, ah,” I scanned a little back, “I wanna su-“ I glowered at him from over the letter, the perfume from the paper and the excitement from the implication swirling around my head, creating a whirlpool of improper thoughts. I glanced at the clock. “Actually, no.”
“HA! It’s too easy, Granger!”
Draco cackled with laughter, his head thrown back and to the side showing off the head of the snake he had tattooed there. The muscled column of his throat contracted with his movement and I tracked it, licking my lips. I desperately wanted to lick that snake, from head to tail. I glanced at the clock and stood quickly, knocking the chair back and bringing Draco back to the moment.
“Yes, well I actually need to get going.” I cleaned up my desk, setting the soul sucking letter in the shred pile and put the responses in my drawer. The rest of the letters would unfortunately have to wait until Monday, but that was at least manageable. That is, if Draco could behave all weekend.
“Where are you going? We’re not done with the letters.” He had sat up straight again, all traces of humor gone. I turned, stepping in front of the mirror I had behind my desk. My hair was a fright and I fussed with the ponytail for a bit before giving up. I touched up my lip gloss and fixed my blouse. I met Draco’s eyes in the mirror.
“I told you; I have a date tonight and I needed to be off by six.” I grabbed my purse and headed towards the door. He could find his way out.
“With who?” His tone had me stopping just before the door, my hand stretched towards the handle.
“That’s really none of your business, Draco.” I didn’t turn. I didn’t trust the way his voice bled with heavy emotion and I didn’t trust myself to react. I couldn’t be sure, but it sounded suspiciously like jealousy.
I’ve been on them before and he’s known about them. He even met a couple and it had been innocent enough. Granted they were more interested in meeting Draco than they were fucking me, but hey! Why be excited to fuck his assistant when they could eye fuck the real thing?
I surely didn’t blame them.
“Of course, it is. I am your employer-“
“Your mother’s my employer.”
“-Now who is it?” There was a silent moment before I turned, glaring at him. “Nice try. I don’t recall that clause in the contract.” I crossed my arms, a brow raised challengingly. He held his hands out in front of him.
“Fine, you got me. Let’s try concerned friend?” I nearly laughed aloud at the look of innocence on his face.
“Hardly, Draco. Besides, wasn’t it you who told me I needed to ‘get laid’ more?” I formed air quotes with my fingers.
That day had been mortifying. Nothing like the man of your wet dreams telling you to get laid after you spent an excruciatingly long night imagining his fingers as your own. He had asked if I was okay and I mentioned a sleepless night. He suggested I find someone to tire me out.
“Just amuse me, Granger.” Another glance at the clock revealed I was already late.
“Really Draco, I am not sure where this sudden fascination is stemming from but I real-“ My phone blasted through the room, an annoying jingle I chose so I could stay on top of my calls. We both froze and a wry smile graced Draco’s face.
“Are you going to get that?” His voice broke the spell I was under and I rummaged through my purse, desperate to catch the call before it ended. I knew it had to be Cedric and a glance at the caller ID confirmed it. I accepted the call with a stab to the answer button a little too forcefully. I brought the phone to my ear and turned from Draco.
“Hermione?” Cedric Diggory’s voice sounded from the small speaker, his tone soft and a little worried.
“Hi, yes sorry. I am just now leaving” A breath of relief from Cedric and my heart felt heavy at the sound. I was annoyed I was still here and honestly, I couldn’t quite answer why I was. I had been looking forward to this date all week.
Cedric, with his dark eyes and honey blonde hair, was a perfect gentleman. When he approached me and asked if we could go to dinner and I eagerly accepted. There was no reason not to.
“Oh, no worries. There’s a couple of tables available in the smoking room if you want? Otherwise, we have to wait a few more minutes for the non-smoking.”
“Er, non-smoking please if you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. And you’re okay with waiting?”
“Yes, that’s quite alright. I’ll just meet you there shortly.”
“Perfect, see you soon!“
Distantly I had heard Draco shifting around behind me, but I hadn’t registered his warm presence until my phone was ripped from my hand. I spun, grasping for the device, but Draco was much taller than I was and kept it held high above his head.
“Draco!” I shouted angrily. It was one thing to boss me around endlessly while I worked. That was the job after all, but to control my life outside of work hours was infuriating and presumptuous. I lept up repeatedly, reaching desperately for my phone. He leaned back, the phone still held aloft. The third attempt I tried to pull him down to my height, the action causing us both to stumble a bit.
Draco wrapped a large hand across my back to catch me, the heat searing my skin through the silk material of my shirt. I was suddenly aware of how close our bodies were pressed together and I froze. The smell of him was so concentrated from this close, the smoke and cedar smell of him wrapping around my senses, causing my brain to screech to a halt.
I stepped back and away from him and his warmth. The absence doing wonders for my brain, letting it restart from the lack of proximity. He seemed unfairly unaffected.
“I didn’t know you wanted on top of me this badly,” he said roguishly with a wink. “You could’ve just asked.”
Ignoring his quip, I straightened my clothes and glared at him. “You didn’t need to do that,” I bit out sourly.
“I … You’re right.” He handed me my phone. “Here.” I grabbed it quickly, careful to not let our fingers brush.
“So, Diggory. Why him?” I rolled my eyes and shoved my phone angrily into my purse. I glanced up at him shocked to find genuine curiosity in his eyes.
“Because he asked. And why not? Do you know how hard it is to find decent men these days?”
“Yeah and?” Draco looked incredulous and I could feel my temper rising.
“He’s kind, polite, well read and he plays for the Badgers.”
“Yes, we’ve met,” he said coolly. His arms were crossed and there was a look on his face I couldn’t quite decipher.
“If you’re going to say something, then please get on with it. This is why I didn’t want to tell you.”
“Do you like him?” The question seemed forced, like he was trying to be polite but didn’t actually want to hear the answer. I ignored the butterflies that wreaked havoc in my stomach. Instead, I scoffed.
“What kind of questions is that?” I challenged.
“A straightforward one.” He still had his arms crossed but he stood straighter, towering over me once more.
“I don’t know, it’s just a date. You know things haven’t been easy for me since-“
“Weasley,” he deadpanned, interrupting me. “You’re avoiding the question.” I was quite over the interrogation and Cedric was waiting on me. I didn’t have time for this.
“Why am I even still talking to you? This is stupid and I am leaving.” I spun for the door, angry and confused. Warm hands on my shoulders stopped me in my tracks.
“No, you’re not, not until you answer me.” I welcomed the warmth from his body behind me and despite myself, I closed my eyes. His breath ticked the shell of my ear and I wanted more than anything to lean back into him. “Don’t make me ask you again; do you like him?”
My eyes sprung open as Draco’s hands passed over my shoulders and down my arms. I turned my head to look back at him. “What is wrong with you? It hardly matters.” I wrenched my arm from him and turned. “You go on dates too, do you like every-“
His body crowded mine as he pushed me towards the back of the door. I could feel the handle pressing into my back and I trembled slightly as Draco brought an arm up, placing his hand on the wood and leaned over me, our faces inches apart.
“No,” he said simply, his voice gruff and low.
“Then why-“
“Stop changing the subject. Do you like Diggory?” No. The truth was I didn’t, but I couldn’t tell him that. It wasn’t that Cedric wasn’t a marvelous man, because he was.
The problem was he wasn’t Draco.
“Why do you want to know?” Draco’s face moved impossibly closer and I couldn’t breathe from his proximity. His eyes burned with fire and sizzling intensity and he filled my head, my only thought was the sudden need to know what his lips tasted like.
“Why him Granger,” he whispered. “What makes him so special?”
“He’s… not.” I watched his gaze flick to my mouth before trailing back up to my eyes.
“Then don’t go.”
I lost all sense of time, of self when he palmed my cheek and angled his face above mine. There was no date or Cedric. There was no urgent need to be anywhere than right here with Draco, pressed up against this door, our breaths mingling. I was under his spell, bewitched by the pleading in his voice. The rich timbre of it had latched onto me and made a home in my chest.
My blood thrummed through my veins, a pulsing need to touch him, to feel how soft his full lips were. Faking bravado I didn’t feel, I reached my fingers out and traced the smooth skin of his bottom lip.
“And why shouldn’t I?” I heard his breath hitch in his chest before he blew out slowly, the warmth of the air fanning over my skin. Gooseflesh arose on my arm and faster than I could anticipate, Draco’s hand snaked out and captured my hand, his calloused fingers threading through mine.
He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my palm and my whole world tilted off its axis. He peppered more slow kisses to my hand and my knees shook as each touch of his mouth shot lines of wanton need to my core. I pressed my thighs together as I imagined what kind of lover Draco would be. If the tantalizing torture he was putting me through was any indication, I could only hope he was thorough and giving, not taking any for himself until he was sure I was satisfied.
“Because I said so.” Draco’s voice was low and gravelly as it pulled me from my reverie. He held my hand tightly, spots of color high on his cheeks and his pupils were blown. His irises were small slivers of grey and his gaze darkened as the stared at my mouth. He closed the small space left between us, our bodies a hairs breadth from touching. I was a slave to his intensity, his warmth, his smell.
“Tell me not to kiss you.” His eyes were closed and I stared mutely at the man I have wanted and pined over for so long. I knew the moment our lips touched we would be crossing a line I had been so adamant at keeping drawn.
But, as his eyes drifted open and he stared into me, I wasn’t sure where that line had gone. Time slowed to a crawl as Draco brought his face down and touched his lips to mine.
Ecstasy and desire bloomed from that small point of contact and my blood sang for him. Draco’s lips were tentative as they moved against my mouth. My own were hesitant and a bit clumsy. He dropped my hand and pressed me harder against the door.
Draco gripped my face in his hands and angled his head, deepening the kiss. His tongue ran along my lips, a sweet request for entrance. I opened my mouth to greet him and he pressed his tongue against mine. The taste of menthol, tobacco and something purely Draco exploded around me, a drug I could easily get addicted to. I pushed back, desperate to take more of him. Draco moaned into my mouth, the sound reverberating through me and I shivered at the possibility of learning what other sounds he made.
The quiet tinkling of my ringtone sounded from my purse.
Cedric.
Cedric was waiting for me at a restaurant. I gripped Draco’s biceps and tried to push him away. He growled against my lips and twisted his arms to grip my own and pulled them above my head. He pulled back far enough to gaze heavily at me, desire blazing in his eyes even as trepidation leaked into them.
“Please tell me you aren’t leaving.” He kissed me softly, effectively cutting off any chance to respond. His lips were masterful and persuasive as he poured desperate hunger into me. He abruptly broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on mine, our heavy breaths mingling and chests heaving. The phone had stopped ringing seconds, minutes or hours ago, I wasn’t truly sure.
“Tell me…”
“But why?” My lust addled brain was at war with itself. One half of me was mortified at standing Cedric up. He was wonderful and a perfect gentleman. He at the very least deserved a phone call. But the other half, the winning half, was too afraid to break the spell they were under.
Draco dropped his head and groaned before pressing his hips into the me. I could feel the hard length of him and my mouth went dry, desperate need between my thighs. Draco nipped the lobe of my ear before pulling away slightly.
“Because Granger, I want to demolish and renovate your fucking hole.” His head dropped and he kissed the spans of exposed skin under my collar bone, right above my breasts. “I want you to suck my soul through my dick-” He gripped my ass and ground himself against me, a small sound rumbling in his chest. “and spit it back in my face.”
By the time he had lifted his head and brought his lips back to my ear, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh, cry or dissolve into a puddle. I knew he was teasing me, reciting the lewd fan mail, but each word brought me filthy desire. My nerves were shot and my skin was on fire and the only balm capable of putting the flames out was Draco.
Draco wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing gently as his lips trailed down my neck, sucking and nipping my skin. I moaned when he found a spot under my jaw and I felt him smile before releasing me and switching to my other side.
“Because I want you Granger.”
“Draco, we shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be appropriate given our situation.” He pulled away from me, his face dark and shadowed. His eyes were hooded and glazed and he wouldn’t look at me. He still held me close and I desperately tried not to think of every place our bodies touched. “I- I have a date…”
I held my breath, scared for what could possibly come out of his mouth. I was terrified, but then he froze, his eyes flicking to mine briefly before he brought his free hand up and gripped the back of my neck.
“Do you want me?” My mind blanked from his questions. Of course, I did. Couldn’t he see and feel that I did? He trailed a knuckle down my cheek to my chin and held it in his hand. “If you don’t, you only need to say and I’ll back off.”
Pain and pleasure warred with one another as he gripped the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head back roughly.
“Do. You. Want. Me, Hermione?” My eyes drifted closed, the words spoken harshly against my mouth.
“I- I do, but Cedric-“ My words were cut off as Draco devoured my lips. Nipping and biting until I opened for him and his tongue swept in possessively. As quickly as it had begun, the kiss broke and Draco was gripping my chin forcefully, but gently, his thumb pressing into my lips.
“Don’t say his name.”
“He’s waiting-“ Draco’s eyes burned with an intensity that threatened to consume me and I felt all my walls crumble away and dissolve into nothing. I yelped in shock as Draco gripped my arms and spun me around. “He’s not getting a lick of you, Hermione. You. Are. Mine.”
Draco was looping his arms around me and his hands were deftly unbuttoning my blouse. He reached the last button having pulled the shirt from my skirt. His breath was hot on my neck and I cracked.
“Draco, please,” I pleaded, leaning my head back on his shoulder. He hummed in approval and he peered down at me. His fingers ghosted along the skin of my stomach before trailing up my arms and pulling the blouse from my shoulders. Draco’s lips kissed along my shoulder blades and I shivered. The cold air of the office and the pleasure from Draco’s touch on my overheated skin causing gooseflesh to erupt over my whole body.
He pulled back to grip my hair and he pulled the tie holding the strands up. I heard the accessory hit somewhere in the room and I almost giggled, but Draco pulled me against him and I was awash with sensation.
He was everywhere. His hands, his chest, his lips. He assaulted me, my brain on over drive as I tried to catalogue every touch. His lips on my neck, he wrapped his hands around my body and gripped my breasts. I moaned, loud and wanton, as his hands engulfed the soft flesh and kneaded. My nipples, already hard, tightened further as he pulled at them with his fingers through the thin material of my bra.
I was panting under his ministrations, my knickers soaked with my arousal. I could feel him between the slope of my ass and I ground myself against him. A deep moan ground out of him across my neck and I threw my head back. He pushed against me before pulling away.
“I should have done this ages ago.”
“Why didn’t you?” I didn’t recognize the husky voice that left my lips. I had never felt this way with anyone before, never with Ron. I didn’t even realize simple touches-not that there was anything simple about Draco’s touch- could feel this way.
The world spun and my back was against the door and Draco’s hands were on my face, kissing me softly. I wrapped my hands around his wrists, resolved to keep him there. He pulled back, dragging a hand down my body to cup my breast. I let him and moved my hand to the short, soft hairs at the nape of his neck.
“You didn’t fucking tell me to, Granger.” His words were a growl and before I knew it, the cups of my bra were shoved down and Draco’s hot mouth was capturing my nipple. I cried aloud at the contact. I wasn’t one for nipple play, but Draco’s tongue was masterful against the hardened peak. With each suck and each flick of his tongue, bolts of electricity were flowing through me.
I was addicted already. Consumed by the feeling he was eliciting in me and we were both still clothed. Well, practically.
Draco worked his way to my other breast and I was panting, writhing mess under his ministrations. He surged up and wrapped both arms around my middle. “Do you want me to stop?”
Huh? Why would he ask that? Silly man…
“No.”
“Good.”
He pulled me into his arms and lifted me off the floor. His hands wrapped my ass and I wrapped my legs around his slim hips. He kissed me hungrily as he walked us toward the couch he had vacated. He laid me gently on the cool leather and I unlocked my legs from him. He kissed down my body, stopping at the waistline in the skirt before standing and pulling his shirt from his body.
Draco towered over me, every glorious, muscled inch of him on display. My eyes drank him in from pectorals to his abs to the “v” of his hips. Light-colored hair trailed down into his trousers and I could see the outline of him, straining for release. I licked my lips and Draco groaned, covering my body with his. He used his thighs to spread my knees and he settled between my legs.
“Fuck, you are so gorgeous sprawled out for me like this.” He began a trail with his mouth again, pulling moans and whimpers from me. “Your tits are beautiful, Granger. The perfect handful and so pretty.” His mouth captured a nipple while his fingers pulled and twisted the other. I arched into him, delirious and aching to feel every inch of him against me.
He switched breasts, seemingly not one to leave the other wanting. I bucked my hips and he laughed, his breath fanning my skin. “You are impatient, Granger. So eager. Tell me, what do you want?” I looked down at him, struck dumb at how fucking sexy he looked. His hair was mussed from my hands, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were dark with desire.
For me.
It was my body he wanted and the power of that knowledge unleashed shameless want in me. I felt like a goddess.
I felt powerful.
“Tell me, Hermione. What do you want? Do you want me to touch your pussy? Do you want my fingers, my mouth? Or, do you want my cock filling you up?” He smirked at whatever he saw on my face, pure male pride covering his features as he sat up, kneeling between my knees. He gripped each of my legs and removed my ballet flats.
I suddenly felt very self-conscious, the goddess of seconds ago nowhere to be found. I was too much in my head now, anxiety replacing my desire.
“Draco, what are you-“ I began.
“Shh… stop thinking so much Hermione. Get out of that pretty head of yours and let me take care of you.” He slid his hands over my knees and down the inside of my thighs. I fought to regain my confidence, trusting Draco. I was bared to him and I watched as he stared at the center of me. His nostrils flared and his breathing became shallow.
I nearly squealed when he gripped me under my knees and drug me down the couch and pressed his erection into the core of me.
I was molten.
All my focus was on that one point of contact.
I ground myself against him, cursing my knickers and his trousers for blocking the one, true connection I craved. We both groaned simultaneously, and Draco’s fingers pressed painfully into my knees.
“Fuck, baby. You are soaked. I can feel you through my pants.” He pressed his erection into me once more before he pulled us both to the edge of the couch. “I promise you’ll like this, love.” He knelt on the floor and pressed more open mouth kisses down my thigh.
I watched with rapt attention, the searing heat of Draco’s mouth and tongue burning down my leg. He stopped at my covered core and I froze as he drug a finger across the center of me. My hips bucked and he smirked, masculine pride flooding his face. His fingers ghosted across the waistband of my knickers and my breath caught when he hooked two fingers under them.
“Lift your hips for me love.”
My eyes rolled back as I did what he asked and the fabric was pulled from my body. Draco was silent for long enough that my eyes sprang open and I sat up on my elbows to look at him.
If I wasn’t already laying down, the sight of Draco Malfoy staring hungrily at the most intimate part of me, would have had me on my knees. His breathing was erratic and his nostrils flared with each inhalation. His eyes had darkened impossibly further and he looked like a man starved.
My thighs trembled as he licked his lips and inched towards me. The first touch of Draco’s mouth on me had bright light exploding behind my closed eyes and I laid back, my hips bucking on their own accord. His deep, throaty groan was a religious experience and I was lost in the reverence of him.
Draco’s tongue licked up the length of me and I gasped aloud as his lips captured my clit. He flicked his tongue and sucked and my legs trembled and turned to jelly. Sensing my boneless state, Draco draped my legs over his shoulder and pulled me closer.
“You taste so fucking good.” His lips descended again and I hazarded a look to find Draco’s eyes dark and hooded staring up at me. I had to look away, the feel and sensation of him too much as I lost myself in the pleasure of it all.
Draco was masterful and knew exactly what he was doing. His mouth was hot and insistent as he nipped and licked, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. His tongue dipped inside of me and the noises leaving me were lewd and needy and I was floating on a river of his making.
“Draco,” I sighed, my hands in my hair as I tried to anchor myself in the moment. He moved faster and his tongue swooped in and out of me and my hips lifted to meet him, riding his face. He alternated lapping at my core, every swipe of his tongue sending a new burst of pleasure down my spine and sucking on my clit. Tightness began pooling low in my belly and I writhed underneath him.
I felt pressure, then a crooked finger was inside me, hitting a tender spot and I saw stars behind my eyelids.
“Mhmm…fuck!” He hummed in appreciation and increased his tempo, adding a second finger. He flicked his tongue against my clit and sucked, hard, and swiped those two fingers against the sensitive spot and I exploded.
Stars, fireworks, everything exploded across my vision and I gripped the soft strands of his hair as he wrung every sweet, blissful moment of my orgasm from me.
“Draco, please,” I said as he pulled his fingers out of me, his face hazy with lust. I felt boneless and needy, missing the fullness of his fingers and craving more. He stared at me and I watched his eyes, the pupils blown, rove over my flushed body. He licked his lips and stuck his fingers in his mouth.
I looked on in a daze, the pink tip of his tongue darting out as he licked me off his skin.
“Please what, Granger?” His tone was quiet, the question a soft growl from between his lips. I bit my lip, moaning and clenched my thighs together, desperate for any amount of friction. “What do you want?”
I spread my thighs and lifted my hips in an open invitation. Words felt foreign and far away, lost in the ocean of haze that swept over my mind. Draco stood, impossibly tall, above me and gripped the buckle of his pants. I could see how hard he was, the realization that it was me who elicited such a reaction in him, emboldened me and I reached for him.
He pulled away and clicked his tongue. He waved a finger coyly at me. “I want to hear you say it.” He undid his buckle and ripped the belt from the loops. He dropped it lazily to the floor and I couldn’t look away from him.
He was magnificent above me. All lean muscle and tattooed skin. The zipper pulling down drew my gaze farther down and my breath hitched as he pulled the waistband down around his narrow hips.
He was thick and long and exactly what my aching core needed.
I licked my lips and he groaned, stepping fully out of his boots and pants. He knelt between my legs and crawled over me, peppering soft, sweet kisses upwards. He sucked on a nipple, nipping it lightly before giving the other peak the same consideration.
I gripped his arms, my nails digging in sharply as I felt the weight of his cock against my thigh. My hips bucked again and a needy moan escaped my throat. Draco’s eyes devoured my face before he stared into my eyes.
“What do you want, Hermione?”
“You, just you.”
His lips descended and he captured my lips in the same moment he pushed his cock into me. Draco swallowed my gasp of discomfort, holding still while I adjusted to the size of him. He kissed me thoroughly, his tongue sweeping through my mouth, a heady distraction.
The pain soon gave way to pleasure and I bucked my hips, the head of his cock hitting a bundle of nerves deep inside me.
Draco withdrew and plunged back into me, a breathy grunt leaving his lips. He quickened his pace and I met him thrust for thrust, wrapping my legs around his hips.
Draco broke the kiss, nuzzling under my chin and sucked the sensitive spot under my ear. His breath was hot against my neck and I clenched around him, drawing another groan from him,
“You feel so fucking good and you take me so well.” He pulled my legs from around him and pushed them open wider and quickened his pace. Each thrust was frenzied and erotic, bringing me closer to an edge I couldn’t wait to leap from.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed pulling himself off me, drawing his legs under him and pulling my hips onto his lap. He held my waist as he expertly positioned himself against the back of the sofa we sat on, his cock never leaving my body. “Fuck me, Hermione.”
I sighed breathily and held my weight on my knees and lifted my hips. I leaned forward and drug my tongue from the tail of his snake tattoo to the head and nipped at the tender skin of his throat.
He hissed in a pained breath then captured my breast with a hand and teased the sensitive peak. He rutted into me, a reversal of our dance from moments ago. Each thrust slid through me teasingly, the head of him just missing that one spot I needed him to touch. I felt my orgasm begin to fade away and I gripped the soft hair at the back of his neck.
“Draco, I need more.”
“What do you need?” Perspiration beaded on his forehead and his eyes unfocused. I leaned forward and kissed him softly. “I need you deeper.” He growled against my lips and thrill went through me as he lifted us from the couch.
He pulled his cock out of my body and slid me down his body. He hissed in a breath as I gripped him with my hand and brushed feather light touches across the top of him. I circled the pad of a finger across the head of him and under, teasing him from tip to root. I squeezed his sac and he gripped my hand, halting the trail upward.
“If you don’t stop, I’ll embarrass myself by coming all over those perfect tits. And do you know what that means. Hermione?” He spun me slowly around, the backs of my knees hitting the sofa. I shook my head and bit my lip. His eyes flashed at the movement and he brushed a thumb against the hurt.
“It means I can’t fuck you hard, like you want. It means I won’t feel you coming on my cock, that magnificent pussy gripping me while I fuck you deep and fast. It means, Hermione, I need you to turn around and lay yourself down on that sofa, pretty ass in the air so I can make good on my word.”
I collapsed against the seat, my knees giving out and bright, pulsing need exploding in my core. I couldn’t move fast enough, Draco’s blazing eyes and smirk chasing me as I did what he asked.
I should have felt embarrassed. I should have felt a modicum shame at having myself bared to him, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
A swipe of Draco’s tongue and the crinkle of the leather sofa was all the warning I had before he slid his cock back inside me. We both groaned at the feel. The fit was so impossibly tight as he fucked me hard and fast and deep.
I clenched around him as he gripped my hips and fucked me mercilessly, his pace rough and unforgiving.
And I loved every second of it.
“You’re all mine,” he said. “This pussy, your mouth, your hands. It’s all mine, Hermione. And, when we’re ready for another round,” he leaned over me and gathered my hair in a fist and pulled my head to the side to kiss me. “I’ll make this mouth mine too.”
My already cresting release exploded at his words and around the blissful, all-consuming ecstasy, I felt him stiffen as he came right along with me. His fingers gripped the soft flesh of my hips hard enough to bruise and I relished the pain.
Seconds past and he rested his head on the damp skin of my back as we both fell back down to earth. He pressed a kiss to my spine and pulled out of me. He picked up his shirt, using it to wipe his spend off me before tossing them and helped me sit up. I righted my clothing while he put his boxers back in and collapsed on the sofa, pulling me against him. He threaded his hands through my tangled hair and I sighed cuddling up closer.
“That was… I’m speechless.”
I gasped in mock horror. “You can’t think of a single word? How will you write? What will your fans think?”
He tipped my head, his smile bright and flicked my nose gently. “Hush. You know what I meant.”
He was right, I did. Never in my wildest imaginings would I have ever thought I’d be here now. Granted, I had many a daydream, but for it to come to fruition?
Not likely.
I relaxed into him and leaned into the soft touches he was rubbing along my collarbone.
“What do we do know?”
I smiled as I heard the tinkle of an incoming text message. After this amount of time passed, I could think of a few responses Cedric had sent me. I stood and walked towards my purse.
“Let me just text Cedric that I’m not coming.” He smirked and I shook my head. I picked up my phone and looked at the small banner, fighting like hell to keep the huge smile off my face.
“No new mean good news?”
I pretended to text him back and bent to put my phone back in my purse. I tossed a look over my shoulder and caught him staring at my ass, his boxers developing a slight tent. I stood and stalked towards him, with a coy smile of my own.
“When you said you’d make my mouth yours, what did you have in mind?”
I felt his answering growl all the way to my toes.