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July 10th
7:48 PM

Desire *Zarry Threesome One Shot*

Megen lay wide awake in the guest bedroom of the stranger’s apartment. Well actually, he was no stranger to her, she had obsessed over him for the 2 years they attended the same college, but it was always from a far. Harry didn’t even know her name until tonight. It was only by chance that she managed to find herself in his apartment, their mutual friend had dragged her along to Harry’s house warming and he didn’t seem to mind. The alcohol still flowing through her bloodstream from earlier in the evening made her restless and thirsty so Megen clambered out of the cold single bed, pulling the not quite long enough borrowed black T Shirt down her thighs a little more to try and keep her modesty, it wasn’t much use.

The apartment was in total darkness, as she tip toed in her bare feet along the creaky floorboards Megen noticed the flashing light coming from the bedroom on the far right. The door was slightly a jar; it had to be Harry’s room. There was no escaping it, she would have to tip toe passed his room to get to the kitchen. Megen couldn’t help but peek round the door as she passed it; Harry was laid on his bed with his back to the door, the television infront of him. It took Megen a moment to focus on what he was watching, but there was no mistaking it when she did, it was porn. Her eyes widened as she watched the two guys on the screen fondle a naked woman on a couch. A hot flush washed over her body. The temptation to sneak a peek at Harry was overbearing so she cracked the door open slightly more, grateful that it didn’t make a sound. He wasn’t asleep but he had his eyes closed. Megen scanned him slowly, he was fully naked, and his torso glistened with sweat as the light from the television bounced off of it but she was more interested in what his right hand was doing. Wide eyed and excited, Megen observed as Harry’s large hand stroked his length, the veins protruding as his pace quickened. She wasn’t planning on watching any longer but as he neared his peak she couldn’t help it, the urge to take over for him was all most too much to bear.  Harry hissed as he tossed his head backwards, eyes still clamped shut as his fingers ran through his sweaty curls. A faint groan escaped his lips causing Megen to gasp with pure desire. Harry’s eyes shot open and he looked directly at her.

“Oh god, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.” Megen turned on her heels totally flustered, she ran to the kitchen and poured herself a cold glass of water in the darkness.

As she sipped on the water, she whispered curses to herself and she was physically shaking. What Megen hadn’t noticed was that while she was busy wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole; someone had joined her in the kitchen.

“Megen.” The deep voice boomed from behind her, she daren’t turn around, she was too ashamed.

“I’m so sorry, Harry…I-I-“

Her words were broken by the feel of his hands clasp at her hips gently. She froze with shock, anticipating his next move. Harry pulled back strands of her hair before brushing the tip of his nose against the skin behind her ear.

“Quite the eyeful you had there, wasn’t it?” He whispered in her ear as his hand slid down her side, grazing the bare skin of her arm before finding its way back to her hip. Megen was still frozen, unable to speak; she was barely able to breathe.

“Did you enjoy it, Megen?” The warmth of his breath against the bare skin of her neck sent shivers up her spine. The sound of her name rolling off his tongue enhanced her levels of excitement, he sounded so stern yet he clearly loved every second of seeing her squirm.

“Answer me. Did it excite you?” Megen nodded.  “Answer me, properly.”

“Yes, yes Harry.”

“That’s better. What is it exactly you enjoyed watching?” His fingers toyed with the hem of the T Shirt, almost as if he was testing how far she would let him go, before he moved them away.

“I-I-liked when you-um-“

“Spit it out, Megen. What did you like?”

“The way…The way you groaned. How hot you looked as you touched yourself.”

Megen could sense Harry smile at her answer, this encouraged her. The grip on her hips tightened as he rubbed himself up against her from behind. He was still hard; the size of him excited Megen more than she thought possible.

“Good answer. Turn around, now.”

Megen did as she was told and turned around, still in his grip, their faces unbearably close. Harry smirked, enjoying the unsure and uneasy expressions on her face. Slowly, he brushed his plump red lips against hers; she tried desperately to meet his with her own but each time he pulled away, teasing her. Finally, he pulled back all together and took her hand.

“Come with me.”

Harry led Megen, himself naked and she covered only in an old T Shirt of his, down the dark hallway and to his room. The television was now showing only the static, brightening up the room. Harry directed Megen inside, closing the door slightly as he towered over her. She bit her lower lip nervously as his deep Green eyes burned into hers, it was almost as if she lost herself in them, he had her in a trance.

“Now, it wasn’t very fair that you got to watch my intimate moment earlier, was it?” One eyebrow raised, Harry looked ever the more intimidating.

“No, I’m sor-“

“Ssh.” Harry silenced her apologies with a finger against her lips. “No more sorry. It is time to level the playing field.”

“Wha-what do you mean?” Her voice broke with nerves.

“Off.” Harry tugged at the T Shirt.

Megen hesitated as the realisation of Harry’s demands hit her. As much as she had obsessed over him, over a moment like this, for 2 years, she didn’t feel brave enough to go through with it. A thousand uncertain questions race through her mind, Harry could obviously tell.

“Megen, I am not going to ask you again. Don’t think, just follow my commands and I promise you, you will be totally satisfied by the end.”

Megen couldn’t help but smirk a little at the smugness of his words. Breathing in deeply she pulled the T Shirt over her head but before she could use her arms to cover herself up, Harry grabbed both wrists and pulled her closer to him once more.

“Your turn.” He ordered, delighting in the fact Megen was now completely vulnerable to him. “Lay down on my bed.”

Megen did as she was told; she lay in almost the exact position Harry had been in only moments ago. Harry loomed over her from behind, mirroring where she was stood previously too.

“Now I’m going to watch you pleasure yourself.” She clammed up again, uneasy about the request.

“I don’t-“

“Ah Megen, no talking. The only word that is allowed out of those pretty little lips is my name. Do you understand?” She nodded. “And you better do this properly; I will be able to tell. No faking, I want you to totally lose yourself in the moment.”

Megen slid her hand down her body with caution, she had never shared such an intimate moment with somebody before, the fact she was now doing it with someone she had barely said 2 sentences to ever scared her even more. Although she couldn’t see Harry, Megen could sense his intense gaze as her fingers ran over her slit.

“Now Megen, as I had a little visual help I am going to tell you a story to aid you along. Are you ready?”

“Ye-“

“Uh, I said no talking. You have to follow my orders exactly, Megen. Do you understand?” She nodded. “Good girl.”

Being under Harry’s total control was surprisingly a serious turn on for Megen, he played the role of dominance very well and she was happy to submit to him. As she slowly circled her clit in a way only she knew how, she waited for him to begin.

“I’m going to tell you about the day I first noticed you. You came into my private music lesson to ask the teacher something, I forget what, but I swear I was stunned silent by your presence. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you yet you completely ignored me as if I wasn’t sat right next to where you were stood.” Megen closed her eyes, visualising that day clearly in her mind. She had noticed him; she had to literally force herself to not look at him.

“You blanking me made me want you even more; I tried to find you at lunch. Somehow I was going to have my way with you right there and then in school but you were nowhere to be seen. Instead, I went to the boys toilets and locked myself in a cubicle.”

Harry leaned over slightly to watch Megen’s facial reactions as she pleasured herself to his words. Her eyes were closed as the imagery took over; she wasn’t able to notice that Harry was getting increasingly hard as he viewed her.

“I leant against the cubicle wall and unbuckled my trousers…Faster Megen.” She obeyed and picked up pace, suppressing her pleasurable moans as it was against Harry’s rules.

“Good girl. I shut my eyes and imagined you walking back into that classroom, this time the teacher wasn’t there, it was only us two.” What Megen couldn’t see was that Harry was now palming his semi-erect cock, the memory exciting him as much as it was her.

“I didn’t say a thing to you; I threw your books to the side and pushed you up against the wall. You whimpered as I hitched up your skirt…” Megen let out a little sound, almost as if she was begging Harry to help her.

“I stuck my hands straight into your pants, you were wet already, and then I unbuckled my belt and my cock sprung out…” Megen bit her lip hard as the image of Harry’s impressive cock raced through her mind.

“I could almost feel how tight you were as I pushed my cock into you…two fingers Meg, now.” Harry’s voice was breathless as he leant against the far wall, pleasuring himself as he watched Megen do the same.

Megen pushed two fingers inside of herself, imagining it was Harry’s cock; she let out an audible moan this time.

“Does that feel good? Imagine my cock pounding into you. Your legs wrapped over my arms as I hit your g spot over and over again…”

Megen was fast approaching her orgasm, the imagery, the sound of Harry’s deep voice expressing his intimate desires was becoming too much to bear. She gripped the sheet behind her all at once, biting hard down on her lip as she supressed the urge to scream out his name. Just as she hit her peak she felt Harry grip her wrist and pull her hand away. Her body shuddered, desperate for the release.

“What…the-“ Her eyes shot open, Harry was looming above her, his hard cock stood just above her face proudly.

“Not yet. I decide when it is time and I promise I’m going to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

Megen’s gaze was fixed on Harry as their unspoken thoughts filled the room with silence. Hers were thoughts of uncertainty, bewilderment and an anxious form of desire. His were thoughts purely on planning his next move, which didn’t take long. 
“Up.” The simplicity of his orders made them all the more powerful.
Megen stood inches from Harry not once breaking eye contact. He grabbed her bum cheek, as he squeezed it an almost innocent smile appeared on his face. He leant in closer, the tip of his nose brushing against her cheek, Megen held her breath with anticipation. 
“Get on your knees.” He raised an eyebrow of expectation.

Within seconds Megen was on her knees against the old and very cold wooden floorboards, not caring about how uncomfortable it was.
“Now Megen, it is time for you to show me just how sorry you are for invading my privacy.” 
He impatiently brought her small hand up to his shaft, which barely fit around the girth.

She began with a teasingly slight lick across the slit, before slowly working her hand over his length as her tongue circled the head. Megen looked up at him, his eyes zoned in on her every move, she felt powerful. As she gently sucked only the head, she felt him harden even more. Harry groaned, his hand clasping the back of her hair, eager for her to take more, she happily obliged.

"Mm…Megen, you…" His sentence falling short, his words lost in the pleasure he was feeling as she took more of him in her mouth.

Both of them were completely lost in the moment, Megen was thriving on the fact she was pleasing the guy she had lusted after for so long. She held his almost non-existent hip to steady herself as she took him in as deep as she could, feeling the head of his penis hit the back of her throat she held still, relishing in the sounds of him hissing pure pleasure until she could take no more and gagged. Almost at the exact moment she pulled away, gasping for breath the bedroom door burst open.

“Mate, you have to see-” Harry’s flatmate Zayn stood stunned at the scene in front of him for a moment. 
“Oh shit, fuck. Sorry mate.” He went to leave in a hurry, reminiscent of the scene earlier, but was stopped by Harry.
“Wait, Zayn.” 
The tanned skinned boy with jet black hair and piercing Hazel eyes turned around, naturally uncomfortable at the scene in front of him.
“Sit down.” Harry ordered.
“What?” Zayn and Megen both replied in equal dismay.

Without acknowledging Zayn for a moment, Harry took Megen’s hand and pulled her up off her knees, to standing position once more. 
“Do you trust me, Megen?” He asked, his powerful stare igniting the trance once more.
“I guess…” She replied cautiously.
“This will be fun, I promise. Let Zayn watch.”
Throwing caution to the wind she agreed, something that surprised even herself. Zayn sat on the couch; anxiety and intrigue clear in his body language.
“Lay back on the bed, it is time I fulfilled my earlier promise.” 
Megen couldn’t bring herself to look at her audience as she lay back on Harry’s bed, the light from the static television creating the perfect mood setting for their sordid affair. 

Harry turned and winked at Zayn before he climbed on top of her, giving a warm smile for reassurance. He planted a trail of moist kisses from her prominent collarbone and all the way up her neck, taking his time. When he reached her ear he nibbled tenderly on the lobe causing Megen to shiver beneath his weight. 

“Brace yourself, baby.” 

Within seconds Harry’s head was between her thighs, his hot breath tickling her most sensitive area as he ran his thumb up her slit. Megen shuddered a little as he hit her clit, a snicker dispersed from his mouth before he gently began lapping his tongue against her with confidence. A whimpered breath escaped from Megen’s lips as his he quickened his pace, tongue expertly massaging her clit as he teased her entrance with the tip of his finger. All at once, Harry drove two fingers inside of her causing her to shriek out as he hit her g spot with little effort.

“Let it go, Megen. Tell Zayn just how good I am making you feel.”

With Harry’s permission, Megen opened her eyes and saw Zayn watching them intently from the other side of the room. His right hand palmed the obvious bulge in his trousers, turning her on even more.

“So fucking hot.” Zayn mouthed to her.

To her surprise, Megen was getting off on the fact Harry was pleasuring her, while his best friend watched with a huge erection; she couldn’t help but want Zayn too.

 

Without considering what she was doing, Megen leant up on her forearms, catching Harry’s attention. He frowned, puzzled by what she was doing, but it soon became clear as she motioned for Zayn to join them. Harry smirked, clearly loving Megen’s newfound confidence. He turned up the pressure, and she fell back on the bed moaning.  Zayn was stripped of clothing by the time he got to the bed, his impressive hard on stood proudly from his body. Harry was fast driving Megan to the brink, all she could do was reach out and begin pleasuring Zayn. He groaned as her hand clasped his length, stroking it thoroughly, while he played with her pert nipples.

“Oh my…”

Megen cried out, her hands fighting to grab hold on something and finally settling on Harry’s hair. Her body started shaking; Harry folded his arm over her midriff to hold her in place as he pushed her over the edge finally.

“Fuck…me…Harry, please.”

Megen threw her head back, begging Harry to give her what she needed as she tugged at his brown curls. He brought her down from her high with his fingers as he kissed her neck tenderly, their bodies rocking to a still while Zayn loomed over them, observing the scene almost as an intruder would.

“I will, I promise. But first…”

Harry pulled her up between kisses, turning her around so her bum was resting against his crotch. Megen instinctively reached behind herself to encourage him where she really wanted him but it was no use, Harry forced her hand away each time.

“Someone’s eager.” Harry chuckled to Zayn. “You’ll get it, Megen. But first, I think Zayn deserves something…” Megen frowned.

“And why is that?”

“For being so patient and not demanding anything from you…can’t say I would have done the same.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” She smirked at him.

 

Growing increasingly frustrated at the discussion going on while his cock ached for attention, Zayn fondled Megen’s breasts roughly, rubbing her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Harry stood up off of the bed, cock in hand and left them to it, choosing to stand against the wardrobe to watch. The pair kissed crudely, their lips fighting against each other before Zayn pulled away, standing upright so his cock lingered infront of her face. Wasting no time, Megen worked the shaft with her hand as her tongue teased the head.

“Shit, Megen. Just suck it.” Zayn groaned.

The clear desperation in his voice made her smile before she bobbed her head on the tip of his cock, taking only a little in as her hand worked the rest. Zayn was more vocal than Harry, inbetween groans and praise, he cursed repeatedly. This encouraged Megen on, she loved seeing and hearing just how much she was pleasing her lover. She glanced to the side to see Harry stood, intensely watching her every move with wide eyes, his hand unashamedly stroking his length. Led by how much both Zayn and Harry were enjoying her skills, she clutched at Zayn’s hips for balance as she slowly took more and more of him inside her mouth until her nose hit the base of his cock.

“Holy fucking shit.” Zayn cried out, mouth open and his face screwed up as he could feel the walls of her throat contract against his cock.

 

Harry had seen enough, he leapt back over to the bed and prised them apart by bringing Megen back up to her hands and knees. He ran his fingers down the arch of her back before bringing them round to the front, rubbing her clit vigorously. With his other hand, he brushed the tip of his cock against her entrance teasingly.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He probed.

“You…oh, my…I want you to fuck me, Harry.”

His name rolled off her tongue in an extended moan as he thrust inside her relentlessly before holding still so she could adjust. Zayn brushed the tip of his own cock against her lips, encouraging her to take it between her lips and she did just that. As Megen began to suck Zayn off, Harry began to thrust in the perfect rhythm, hitting her g spot every time. Her moans vibrated against Zayn’s cock, heightening his pleasure. She rocked her hips back against Harry’s, allowing him deeper each time which drove him wild.

“Shit…I’m not going to last much longer.” Harry moaned.

The three of them moved together, a chain of pleasure. Their moans and the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. Harry ran a hand tenderly down the arch in Megen’s back, allowing his hand to glide a little over the hump of her bottom before reaching round to her front once again.

“Ugh yes, make her moan more.” Zayn groaned at Harry.

He was happy to oblige, urgently rubbing at her clit once more as her body fought against the intense sudden pleasure.

“Don’t fight it, beautiful.” Zayn told her as he gripped her hair.

The pit of her stomach tightened, her body began to shake as Harry brought her over the edge for the second time. Zayn pulled away, allowing Megen to yell obscenities into the air, inbetween moaning Harry’s name over and over again. As her walls contracted against his cock, Harry thrust harder and deeper. He gripped her hips and with two slower, longer motions he reached his climax, releasing his goods inside of her with a manly grunt. Spurred on by the other two, Zayn couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He fondled his cock rapidly.

“Where?” He asked breathlessly.

“Right here.” Megen replied, sticking her tongue out.

Her answer pushed him over the edge; he jerked forward, his hand still stroking his cock speedily. A deep moan escaped his lips as the warm white liquid squirted onto Megen’s tongue. She stared him directly in the eyes, swallowing everything he gave her. Just before she moved, she sucked on the head one last time, causing his whole body to shake as it was so sensitive, this made her giggle.

 

“Well that was fun.” Zayn commented, breaking the awkward silence as the three of them started to cover up.

“She’s a star, isn’t she?” Harry added.

Zayn said no more but flashed an uneasy yet sweet smile Megen’s way before rushing out of the room. Megen sat on the end of Harry’s bed, rolling his black T Shirt down her torso once more.

“Um, where are you going?” He asked, watching her every move from where he lay.

“Bathroom and then back to bed, it is almost morning.”

“Go and get cleaned up but you are coming right back here. It is time to cuddle.” 

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