The music slowed and Evans clapped for the band. She leaned into Alice and then turned to leave the dance floor as a slow melody began to play. Alice grabbed Frank’s hand and the two walked out, hand in hand, preparing to begin swaying slowly together.
“Are you going to ask her to dance?” Remus asked, a little too loudly.
“What? No. She made it very clear she didn’t want to attend this--this event with me.” I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to get the room to steady around me. The Firewhiskey Remus had snuck in was going to my head quickly.
“She’s been eyeing you all night, James! Just go ask, she’ll love it, she loves to dance. Clearly, as she has been dancing non-stop aaaaall night.”
“I’ll ask her if you dare me to.” I grinned.
“I do! I dare you to!” he gave a tipsy giggle and shoved me in Lily’s direction.
“Then I guess I have to, don’t I?” I laughed.
I began to cross the room towards Lily. I’d ask her to dance, and then she’d say “Oh yes James, I’ve been waiting all night long for you to ask, you’re the most handsome man in attendance tonight!” and then I’d sweep her off her feet and then she’d fall in love with me and then we’d never spend another moment apart. I was a quite good dancer (thank you, Pureblood heir etiquette that required me to take a thousand dance lessons as a boy) and Lily would obviously be wildly impressed by my skill.
I continued my less-than-sober daydream while I crossed the Great Hall.
This would be fantastic.
This would be sure to win her over.
This would be our "how-we-got-together" story.
She would never look at another man after tonight.
Girls fucking loved good dancers.
Yet, as I promised myself Lily’s adoration, I was forced to halt in my tracks.
Before, she had stood alone with her back to me before, as though she had just been waiting for me to pull her out onto the dance floor. I’d been staring at the way her dark red velvet gown clung to her figure, outlining the beautiful curves of her body. Her hair was tumbling down her back, just the way I liked it, her legs looking longer than normal from the heels strapped around her feet. Her beauty was stunting, overwhelming, practically obscene.
Now, however, she was laughing and taking the hand of a tall, greasy boy with a massive oily nose and the stringiest hair to ever be allowed into Hogwarts. He pulled her out onto the dance floor himself, and as I stared, heart dropping, she looked up and caught my eye.
My jaw clicked as I saw his hand slid around her waist, pulling her lithe body into him. She watched me watch her, and when I looked at her face again her smile was gone, replaced by...something. I might have been able to read whatever expression she was holding now if I hadn’t been both slightly intoxicated and also beginning to bite through my cheek trying to contain my jealousy.
A 6th year Ravenclaw in a navy blue gown walked past me, and I reached out and grabbed her wrist. She started, her face shocked as I pulled her closer to me.
“Dance with me,” I demanded.
Maybe I can piss her off enough to look at me again.
The girl’s confused expression settled quickly into a smile and I barely waited for her response of, “Oh. Alright,” before I pulled her out to the dance floor by the arm and brought her closer to my body than necessary.
I looked across the room at Remus, who mouthed, “What the fuck, James?” at me, before looking over the Ravenclaw’s head at Evans. Lily’s expression was blank, but she held my gaze for a moment before turning her attention back to Snape.
The music began flowing through the room. I turned the Ravenclaw girl around the dance floor, gripping her hand in mine tightly as my eyes continued to flash up at Snape holding Lily Evans so close to him.
The girl was saying something to me, but the combination of annoyance, alcohol, and spinning around a hot and crowded room was causing my heart to pound in my ears. I could barely hear the music anymore, let alone my dance partner.
We spun past Snape and Evans. She didn’t even bother to look at me, which ignited another round of drunken jealousy in me. She kept her eyes on Severus’s, smiling sweetly at him as his hand on her lower back pulled her even closer.
Something in me was preparing to snap.
His hand loosened and he spun her under his arm, bringing her back in close to him as he dipped her down. He was a careless dancer. He barely supported her as he dipped her; she had to clutch onto the back of his neck to keep from losing her footing. She laughed as he pulled her back up and they continued to dance through the crowd.
He almost dropped you on your head, why the hell are you laughing?
He smiled at her, his eyes dipping low to her breast whenever she threw her head back in laughter and his hand softening on her waist as it started to slide down a fraction of an inch.
The music began to slow.
I spun my own partner under my arm one last time, catching her hip and gripping it hard.
I took a fraction of a second to glance up to make sure Lily was watching, and then I dipped the Ravenclaw girl low, pressing my mouth hard against her while I held her upright in my arms, supporting her lower back and keeping her balanced with our attached hands.
The proper way to dip a woman.
The girl gasped as I kissed her but didn’t push me back or pull away. I broke the contact and lifted the girl up. She stared at me in shock, blushing deeply and straightening out the skirt of her dress.
I hardly spared the girl a glance before I was stalking past Snape and Evans to grab my jacket from the table we’d sat at earlier.
I caught Lily’s eye as I barreled past her, tossing the jacket over my shoulder. Her mouth was set in a straight line, her jaw tense as she stared at me. An unreadable expression. She turned and smiled at Severus again, placing a hand delicately on his chest before lifting the hem of her dress and leaving him alone on the dance floor.
Good.
I ran my hand through my hair as I stomped out of the Great Hall, but not before I pulled my wand out and sent a quick hex aimed right at Snape, punctuating it with my fist against the door to the Great Hall. Several students socializing the hall jumped at the noise.
I heard Snape shout as my stinging jinx hit him in his back.
I loosened the collar on my dress robes, pushing my sleeves up my arms. I was too warm.
That slimy fucking git couldn’t even hold her right. He couldn’t even dance with her properly. What the fuck did he think he was doing? What gave him the right to look at her chest, to hold her hand, to hold her waist?
Bet he fucking loved the feeling of her waist in velvet, the nasty little tosser.
I'd just begun plotting how exactly to make him know what would happen if his hand was on her like that again when I heard the clicking of heels behind me.
I’d turned the corner to the Grand Staircase when I heard her voice.
“Potter!” The fury was dripping in each syllable.
I rolled my eyes.
“Fuck off, Evans.”
“Come back here, you absolute jackass!” she yelled behind me.
“I said fuck off,” I growled.
A red spark shot past me and hit the wall right beside my head.
I spun around, my own wand still tight in my hand. “What the fuck, Evans?!” I yelled.
“What the fuck was that in there?!”
“I told you to fuck off!”
She sent another spell zooming past my face. I raised my wand, pointing it at her and sending a spell right back.
She gaped at me in shock, but she quickly recovered and shot another hex at my feet. I fired the same hex right back.
She dodged it expertly, and soon there were a dozen different colored sparks flying through the air. It was almost impossible to tell who sent what.
“You--fucking--arsehole!” she shouted between wordless jinxes shooting from the tip of her wand. “You spend--the entire--bloody night--staring at--me--from across the Hall--”
She was inching closer to me as she fired hex after hex. I threw a shield up around me, the close proximity making it difficult to keep dodging her.
“And then you--have the nerve--to hex--Severus--while his back is turned--you coward!--”
I shot spells as quickly as I was blocking them. She threw her own shield up quickly.
“Oh yes--” I shot back. “Because precious little Severus--is so innocent--and would never--do anything to warrant--that--”
She stomped her foot, sending a wave of magic rolling towards me and slamming me against the stairs behind me. I found my footing quickly, shooting a Petrificus Totalas at her that she narrowly missed.
“You will always find some way to excuse your petulance--” she shouted. “Grow up!--”
“I don’t need an excuse--to aim curses at a Death Eater!--”
Her eyes went wide and she threw her hand out next to her wand and forced my shield down, her wandless magic pulsating through the air as she sent another curse flying from her wand.
I barely dodged it in time as it flew past my right ear.
“Don’t bloody call him that!--” she shouted at me, though she was so close at this point that she hardly needed to yell for me to hear her. She was right there.
I reached out and grabbed her wrist, twisting her hand so her wand dropped and yanking her flush against my body. She kicked at my shin and stomped on my feet until I pushed her back against the wall and pinned her wrists up above her head.
Her chest was heaving against me, her mouth parted as she breathed heavily from the fight. The anger from the encounter had my blood pumping, but not nearly as hard as the position we were in. Her body was right up against me, her breath moving the hair that had fallen in my eyes.
She stomped on my feet again before I whipped her off the wall and spun her around so her back pressed against my front facing the wall. I lowered her wrists in front of her, tightening my grip on them with one hand, wrapping my other arm tight around her waist.
“Don’t fucking send spells at me like that again.” I whispered through my rage, lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
“Let go of me.” she growled.
“Evans, I can’t let go of you.” I breathed. “You just dueled with me like I was going to give you a grade on it. I don’t trust you.”
Her jaw tensed. “You called Severus a Death Eater. You deserved it.”
“Oh I’m sorry, love, but I think you threw some jinxes at me well before I called him that.”
“You jinxed him!” she thrashed against me while she yelled. “You jinxed him with his back turned! You fucking coward.”
“How am I supposed to contain myself when he has his hands all over you the way he did tonight?”
“He didn’t have his hands--”
“Oh yes he did, Evans. See, you don’t know blokes. You don’t know what they’re thinking when they look at you, dressed like this.”
“Just because you are a perverted piece o--”
“He looks at you like you’re his and you’re not. You’re not his.”
She froze in my arms.
“What?” she hissed.
I could blame the alcohol coursing through my blood, but it was likely equally the sensation of her pressed against me the way she was that made it slip.
“You hexed him because...what? Because he asked me to dance?” she whispered so low I could barely hear her. The rage in her voice was palpable.
“Lily--”
She lifted both legs off the ground and up to the wall, pushing hard against it sending us both flying backwards and onto the stone floor. I choked as the air rushed from my lungs on impact,losing my grip on her. She rolled off me, an impressive move in a tight fitting gown, and grabbed her wand off the floor beside her before standing quickly and placing a heeled foot on my chest.
I lay helpless and wandless on the ground, her stilettoed foot pressing hard into my sternum.
She leaned down towards my face, her eyes practically glowing with her rage. She stared me down, pointing her wand between my eyes.
“I will say this one time and one time only, Potter, so you’d better listen.” she whispered in a menacingly calm voice. “I am not yours. I have never been yours. I will never be yours. Your puerile little crush on me ends now. You get no claim to me, no matter how strong your insufferable little hero-complex wants to have one. I don’t care what you think of him, or what you think he thinks of me. I will dance with who I want, I will touch who I want, I will kiss who I want, and I will fuck who I want. The next time you decide it is your place to have any kind of opinion on that, I will make sure that mistake is never made again. In fact, I will ensure you never step foot in this castle again. You will not talk to me. You will not look at me. You will not think about me. Understood?”
I grit my teeth together and held back a smirk. I querked my brow in response.
“Good.” she spat, pressing her heel deeper into me before pulling her foot off my chest.
My hand flew out and grabbed her by the ankle. She yelped and in her attempts to yank her foot from my grasp, she lost her balance and flew to the floor next to me.
It must have been Chaser instincts, because before I’d even realized I’d done it, my hand was shooting out to catch her head before it slammed into the stone floor of the dark hallway.
“Oh, I am going to fucking kill you.” she spat at me, catching her breath from the fall.
“I hope you fucking do,” I snarled, kneeling over her as she lay under me, her head still in my hand. I closed my fingers around her hair, giving it the slightest pull. Her eyes flashed.
“I hope you fucking kill me, Evans.” My free hand slid up from its spot by her ankle, gliding along the slit in her dress up her bent knees. My fingers grazed her skin delicately and I watched as goosebumps broke out across her thigh. “Because if you kill me, I will never have to witness that disgusting, evil, ugly bloke undress you with his eyes ever again. You are nothing but an object to him. Someone for him to fuck and then experiment on, the same way his friends did with Mary.”
The rage emitting from her was palpable. She gripped my wrist, yanking my hand out from under her head. She moved fast, shoving me back hard and reaching for her wand that had rolled next to her. I grabbed for her waist to pull her back into me but she’d scrambled to her feet before I could regain my grip on her. I pushed off the ground and in the second I took to look away and grab my own wand, she advanced.
I felt my body slam into the wall, her arm pressing against me hard as she used all her strength to force me into the stone. Her wand was under my chin. She shoved the point into my throat, her lip curling. Her red hair was cascading wildly around her and her eyes were wide with fury. She looked positively feral.
“Want me to do it now?” she breathed. “Want me to kill you right here? No witnesses, no one to question it.”
“I fucking dare you, love.” I smirked, and my heart was pounding in my chest for more reasons than one.
Her face was so close to mine. She’d pinned me to the wall, but she was small. I could overpower her in a second if I wanted to, intoxicated or not.
She paused, panting hard against me. Her lips were parted slightly and her breasts grazed my chest with every inhale.
I took her hesitation and grabbed her by her hips, whipping her around and slamming her into the wall just as I had before. I pushed her wrists against the stone by her face and stepped into her.
“Merlin Evans, you think you’d learn after I had you here the first time.”
She lifted her chin to me, her eyes glaring hard. With the quickest movement, she glanced down at my mouth and then back up to my eyes. I watched as she examined my face, her breathing getting more and more rapid under me. The sweat on her breasts glistened with every tortuous inhale.
She swallowed and lifted her chin to me, eyes darkening a fraction.
She adjusted her stance, writhing under me in attempts to free herself from my grip.
Her hips pushed against mine.
The focus left her face for a moment. She inhaled quickly at the contact. Her mouth dropped open slightly and she held my gaze.
My jaw tensed. I stared at her, forcing myself to stay still.
“Evans--”
“What?” she asked innocently.
She pushed her hips against me again.“Evans, don’t--” I started, but my hips instinctually rolled back against hers.
“You don’t like it?”
She gasped slightly again.
“Evans,” I breathed.
Her face contorted slightly, her brow furrowing slightly as she moved.
I watched her as she did it a third time. Angrily pushing her hips against me, biting down on the inside of her cheek, her face quivering slightly as her body reacted.
“Is this what you wanted? I--” She began, but she cut herself off with another roll of her hips.
“Is this okay?” she breathed.
I stared down at her, not knowing what to say or what to do. I forced myself to hold still while she ground her body into mine. Her leg slipped out of the slit in her dress and her ankle hooked around mine, coaxing me in closer.
“Is this okay, Potter?” she asked again.
Yes. Hell yes.
My grip on her wrists tightened and I stepped into her further.
“Evans, what are you doing?” I rested my forehead against hers lightly, angling my head so my mouth hovered right over hers. Gods, I could kiss her. Would she let me? I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop. Her scent was intoxicating. Drugging me. Having a much more damaging effect than the Ogden’s I’d consumed earlier, blinding to what I knew: this was a distraction. She just wanted to win.
Every cell in my body told me not to question it. To just let it happen. Even if this was a trick to attack again, let her attack. If she kills you, at least you got to know what she felt like under you like this. You’ve been thinking about this exact moment for years. Every dream, every fantasy, every shower that lasted too long. This.
“You watched me all night and never once asked me…” she closed her eyes and breathed in. “Didn't even bother...Fuck.”
I forced my eyes closed as I let the sound of her voice wash over me. I felt my whole body tense. My heart was banging so hard in my chest I was sure she could feel it pulsing against her.
“Potter…” she leaned her head back against the wall. “Please…Don't stop me, please.”
I said a quick prayer in my head. Merlin, Godric, fuck, even Salazar. The woman of my dreams is standing here asking for me. She is pleading for me. If you could just keep everyone out of this hall. If you could just keep everyone on the opposite side of this castle. I’ll sell my soul to whoever wants it, I don’t care. I don’t care if it’s a defense tactic. I don’t care about anything but this.
Tentatively, I lowered my mouth down to kiss her throat and to my surprise, she leaned her head to the side, stretching her neck out for me. Letting me. She let out the tiniest of whimpers in response. I felt myself hardening in my trousers.
I slid my hands up her wrists, intertwining our fingers and gripping her hands tight. I sucked at her neck, biting slightly. She gave a sharp inhale, her fingers clenching around mine. I soothed the area with my tongue, softening her grip on me. I nipped at her again and then sucked slightly. Sucked her skin the way I'd wanted to for years. She rewarded me with another small moan, her hips slowly rolling against me again.
She smelled like citrus and tea. Honey.
Her mouth parted further when she felt the hard length of me against her stomach.
I kissed my way up to her ear, pulling the lobe between my teeth and closing my lips around it.
She sighed.
I would do anything to any man if I just got to hear her sigh for me again.
“Potter, I want--” she gasped as I bit at her collarbone.
“What, Lily?” I dragged my tongue against her skin.
“I want my hands.” Lily breathed out.
I pulled back from her and lined our faces up again.
“Now why would I give you your hands?” I questioned, my voice low.
“Please... Potter, please...”
“You’ve attacked me thrice tonight,” I lilted. “You really think I trust you to have your hands free?”
She glared, staring at my mouth with dark eyes.
“What do I get if I give you your hands?” I teased.
She looked back up at my eyes. “You get to use your hands, too.”
Fuck.
To-fucking-che, Evans.
I raised a brow at her. “Fine,” I smirked again. “Slowly.”
She nodded, looking down at my mouth again, her pink tongue slipped between her lips.
I gently loosened my grip on her fingers and lowered her arms from the wall. The moment I let them go, she whipped her arms out, grabbing my shoulders and turning me to slam me against the wall, just like I had with her.
Oh, you fucking bitch.
She forced me back, but I overpowered her too easily when she didn’t have a wand. I ripped my arms out from under her and grabbed her by the back of her head, fingers aggressively pushing through her hair again.
I yanked her head back and slammed my mouth down on hers.
She gripped my dress shirt in her hands, pulling me down closer to her. We stumbled back into the corner of the hall.
“You stupid little bint,” I murmed into her mouth. “Now why would you do that?”
“Had to try, didn’t I?” she said back.
I was dipping her back, the way I’d thought I would when she was dancing with Severus earlier.
The way I’d dipped that Ravenclaw girl back, kissing her, only this time I was kissing the one I’d wanted to kiss.
The one who deserved to be kissed this way.
“Tell me you aren’t attached to this dress,” I sighed, switching from her mouth back down to her collarbones.
“Not particularly.” she hummed.
“Thank fuck,” I groaned. I ripped the slit that had formerly ended at the top of her knee all the way up to her hip, pushing it hard to the side. She gasped, a look of anger resurfacing on her face.
I hummed against her and lifted her up against the wall, coaxing another moan from her with my hand on her thigh and pulling her leg up tight around me. I stepped in between her thighs and lowered my mouth onto hers again, kissing her with more force than I was sure anyone ever had.
I could hardly breathe but I didn’t care. I could survive here, pressed into Lily Evans’ perfect body, on will power alone. I didn’t need air.
She pushed me back. “Potter, I didn’t mean to tear it!”
“Do you have any idea how rich I am?” I moved to her jaw, lapping at it. I wanted her closer. “Do you want another? I’ll buy you 10.”
I dropped her legs from around me and lowered to my knees in front of her. She stared down at me, her eyes getting darker by the second. I traced hard kisses from her thighs all the way to the top of her exposed hip. Picking up her leg, I pulled it over my shoulder, running my tongue from the back of her knee to the hem of her knickers. She gasped, her hands going to my hair and pulling my head back to look at her.
“I want 20.”
“Done.”
She held my gaze while I slowly slid my hand up her thighs, slipping one finger under her knickers and twisting it around, gently pulling them down. Black satin. Simple in design but sexier than any other pair of knickers I’d ever seen.
I glanced up to her watching me, the pace of her breathing slowing down as she forced herself to take deep, rhythmic breaths.
“I want to take these off of you, now.” My voice was low with desire. “Are you going to let me?”
She gave me a small nod.
I twisted my finger around her panties again, pulling them tighter into my hand.
“I need you to say it.” I whispered as I lowered my mouth back onto her hip, kissing her over the fabric.
Her grip in my hair tightened and her head sank back onto the wall behind her.
“Potter, please.”
“Say it for me, Evans.”
“Take them off of me,” She gasped.
She pushed her hips up again towards my face. “Stop teasing, you arrogant arsehole.”
“I think you like it.” I smirked before pulling her knickers down her thighs. She lifted her heeled feet for me to slide them off of her. I rose, meeting her face again.
“You just want to make me beg,” she simpered.
“Trust me, I can make you beg. Even for me. I think you've wanted this just as much as I have.”
She grabbed my chin with her hand, holding it tight. Her gaze roamed from my mouth to my eyes as she hissed, "So fucking arrogant."
I pulled her velvet skirt aside. Kicking her feet apart with my own, I stepped in closer to her again. She watched me with wide eyes, her hands sliding from my chin to my jaw and finally resting on my shoulders. Her nails were digging into me through the fabric of my dress shirt.
She grabbed my hand, raising it to her mouth. She turned my hand over and gently began sucking on my wrist. She bit at the delicate skin there and then sucked on my pulse point, hard.
I watched her tongue dart in and out from between her lips. She began to work her way up my hand. She looked me dead in the eye, licking up the side of my index finger before swiftly pulling it into her mouth.
The heat in her face was glorious. I watched her, mesmerized, cock stiffening even more.
“Fuck, Evans…”
She released my finger with a quiet pop, her tongue darting out to lightly lick it one last time.
She quirked her brow at me suggestively. “I don’t beg, Potter.”
“We’ll see.”
"Not for you. I've never had to beg for you."
I pushed my finger back into her mouth again. Her tongue circled around it and she had just begun to suck again when I pulled it back out.
I moved my hand down between her thighs. With the finger she had wet for me I began tracing small circles at the top of her slit, slowly working my way down.
Her body reacted to my touch and I closed my eyes, relishing this feeling. I could feel the hot moisture between her legs as I ran one long finger along her sex.
She bit her lip. I could tell she was trying to keep her composure, but she was quickly beginning to fail at that endeavor.
I moved my fingers down, feeling her wet heat surround my hand.
I groaned loudly. “Fuck, Evans,”
“Mmmm..” she responded, her hips starting to move slightly with the rhythm of my hand.
“Is all this for me?”
She smiled, her eyes shut and her head thrown back.
“Not if it goes to your head.”
How could it not?
“Gods, don’t stop…” she sighed.
I moved my finger in circles through her, making my way to her center. I could feel her getting wetter as I lightly played with her entrance. She gasped. I traced it lightly, barely dipping my finger inside before pulling it back out. She moaned with pleasure, her grip on my shirt getting tighter. I flicked my finger back and forth and she began rolling her body against my hand again. I rubbed up to her clit, delicately letting the pad of my finger bounce against it before continuing in circles.
She began bouncing against me, trying to bring my hand in closer to her. Her tits were pressed hard against me and she arched her back further, presenting them to me higher.
“Fuck, Potter, fuck fuck fuck--”
“That’s it love, keep going.”
“Oh gods...Potter...right there…”
I pushed one long finger inside of her and she moaned loudly. “Yes.”
Fucking Merlin, this witch is going to make me come in my pants.
I kept fucking her with my finger, adding in another and then a third. I could feel her stretching around me, her cunt pulsating with pleasure. She was bouncing, riding my fingers and moaning loudly.
This was a sight I’d surely never get enough of. This was better than every fantasy I’d had like this. The way she sounded gasping in my ear, her voice bouncing slightly against the stone hall--it was addicting. There was a tightening in my lower abdomen every time she whimpered against my ear, coiling tighter and tighter with every roll of her hips.
“Are you going to come for me, love?” I sighed in her ear.
Her grip on me tightened as she fucked herself on my hand. She moaned and I felt her walls fluttering and she threw her head back in bliss.
“Yes Potter, yes, oh gods yes--”
"Look at me, Evans."
Her eyes shot open and she screamed. I brought my unoccupied hand over her mouth, muffling her erotic moans. She rode her orgasm out on me, releasing her grip of my shirt with one hand to fondle and squeeze at her own breast as she came.
She shuddered as she came down, panting into my ear. Her breathing slowly began to even out. I pulled my hand out from between her legs as she relaxed.
Before I had a chance to speak, to ask her how she felt, she reached her own hand down and gripped my hard cock over my trousers.
She sighed happily, rubbing her hand against it and squeezing slightly. I leaned against her, my head resting on her shoulder as I tried to keep my mind calm. I didn’t want to come now, not like this, but her fucking hand felt so good.
I kissed her neck, holding her hips and pulling her closer to me.
She began undoing my belt buckle. I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling back to look at her.
“Lily, you don’t have to--”
“Be quiet,” she smirked at me. “Have you ever known me to do something I don’t want to do?”
I stared down at her and slowly released her hand.
She continued to undo my belt, the button on my trousers following close behind. She reached her hand into my boxers, wrapping her delicate fingers around my throbbing cock. Images of her riding my hand into orgasm flooded my minds eye and I grew even harder in her grasp.
“Can I keep going?” She whispered quietly to me.
Fuck yes. Fucking fuck yes.
I nodded.
She grinned at me. “I need to hear you say it, Potter.” she mocked.
My eyes shot open and I stared her down, moving my hips against her hand.
“I’d fuck you in every corner of every hallway of this blasted school.”
Her smile faltered slightly at my brazen words.
I gripped her ass and pulled her hard against me, trapping her hand between us. I ground against it, punctuating my words.
“I’d make sure you came three times every single morning. I’d bury my cock so fucking deep in you, Evans, every single day. I’d leave you moaning, begging me to fuck you just one more time. You’re right, I do love to hear you beg.”
Her lips parted as she stared at me and her free hand came up to start undoing the buttons of my dress shirt.
“Keep going,” she whispered.
Her hands ran down my chest all the way to the elastic of my boxers. She slipped two fingers into the waistband and gently tugged them down, my cock springing free.
She stared down at me for a moment, eyes growing wide as she took me in.
She smiled and gave a small laugh.
“Something funny, Evans?” I clipped defensively.
“No,” she smiled at me. “I just hate that you have every reason to be so damn arrogant.”
Lily wrapped her fingers gently around me, rubbing circles on my sensitive tip and cupping my balls with her other hand.
I groaned into her at the sensation. This was...fuck. I couldn’t even form coherent thoughts. My mind was a jumble of words.
Fuck, Lily, fuck, more, fuck, harder, fuck me, make me come, fuck.
“Keep talking to me,” she repeated.
I closed my eyes as she continued grazing me with delicate touches, torturing me with her slow pace.
“Been thinking about this since the day I met you,” I whispered into her ear. She tightened her grip slightly. “Thinking about your hand wrapped around my cock. Thinking about sitting by you in every class, our hands disappearing under the table. Been thinking about how you might look trying to suppress a moan as I touched you during lessons. If you'd leave a wet spot on the seat. If you'd leave a wet spot on my lap if I got to play with you in the common room. ”
She pushed me back slightly. I opened my eyes, ready to apologize for whatever I’d done wrong, whatever I did that made her stop. But when my eyes shot open, she was lowering herself to her knees. She looked up at me for approval. I nodded, not fully able to process what was happening. Lily lowered her head and kissed. I stared at her, taking in the sight of her mouth on my cock.
She kissed again, wet and open mouthed kisses, moaning with each contact. The sight of her green eyes looking up at me, her hair falling down her back, and her tongue dragging up the side of me was so wildly arousing. She kissed her way up to the tip, licking the moisture there and then opening her mouth and taking me in her slowly.
I saw white.
I needed something to grip, something to keep my knees from buckling out under me. I put my hand on the wall behind her to brace myself. I watched her slowly suck on me, getting used to the length. Her big eyes were staring back up at me as her head bobbed up and down.
“Can you take a little more?” I asked, my voice low with arousal.
She blinked up at me and sucked harder.
My body began to take over. Slowly, I pushed myself another inch into her gorgeous mouth, moaning and rocking slowly against her. She hummed in approval and the sound sent glorious vibrations up to me.
“Fuck, Lily...Fuck.” I moaned.
Her head began moving faster. She licked circles around my tip, massaging my cock with her tongue. I could feel my balls tightening. I knew I was leaking down her throat but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, her enthusiasm was picking up the longer she let me fuck her mouth.
“Lily, I--” I gasped. No, no, no, not like this.
I pulled out of her mouth quickly, knowing I was on the edge of bursting. The sight of her on her knees for me alone was almost too much to handle, but the way her tongue swirled around my tip was pushing me to my limit fast.
She pouted her lip at me.
“Don’t,” I panted. “Don’t look at me like that.”
She smirked and stood up off her knees, her knickers still on the ground beside her.
She dragged her thigh up around my hip. She pulled the skirt of her dress aside, revealing her pretty little cunt to me. I bit the inside of my cheek. She shifted her legs apart and licked her own fingers.
“Please…” she breathed, putting her hand between her legs, touching herself.
“Merlin...” I moved forward and swiftly lifted both of her legs up around my waist, pressing her into the wall for support.
Reaching between us, I guided my cock into her, sinking deeper and deeper into her arousal.
She moaned loudly.
“James, oh god--”
James.
I thrust into her once.
“James, yes--” she gasped.
The sound of my given name coming from her mouth made me close my eyes in bliss.
I thrust into her again.
“James,”
Again.
“James, fuck--”
Until I was sure that I’d immediately get hard the moment anyone used my name again.
I pounded into her harder, watching her face as she grew tighter and tighter around me.
“So fucking gorgeous--” I moaned. “God, Lily--”
“Yes James, yes--”
“Your cunt is bloody perfect,” I hissed into her ear, biting her lobe.
She moaned again, fucking me faster.
“Fuck Lily, what I wouldn’t give to see your tits bouncing against me right now.”
Lily gasped.
“I’ve thought about fucking you against every wall on these grounds.” I groaned into her neck, kissing and sucking between sentences. “I’ve thought about--fuck--thought about how you’d look riding me like this, using me to get yourself off--”
“Keep talking, please, keep talking.”
“Tell me how this feels.”
She moaned, throwing her head back.
“Tell me, Lily.”
“James, I’m close--” she gasped.
I pulled out of her almost entirely, letting my tip rest just inside of her.
Her head shot up from against the wall, eyes half-lidded. “James, please.”
I slowly pushed back into her another inch. “Tell me how this feels.”
I pulled out from her again. She gripped my shoulders hard.
“Potter, I’m so close, please…”
“It’s Potter again, is it?” I smirked. “How deep do I need to go for it to be James?”
I push my tip into her and she rolled her hips, trying to get me to move closer. I slid my hand up her throat, moving to the nape of her neck to grip a fistful of her hair.
“Tell me how this feels, Lily.” I pushed my length into her. "Tell me how my cock feels."
She gasped. “Oh gods, it feels amazing.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes! Please, yes.”
I hummed into her neck, kissing her behind her ear. I pulled out again.
“If you want me to keep going, then you’re going to have to do something for me, love.”
She whimpered, stretching her neck to the side. I sucked on the lobe of her ear, biting it and eliciting another remarkable sound from her.
“Beg for it.” I demanded.
“Fuck you.” she grit through her teeth, but her hips rolled against me again.
“If you want it so bad then beg for it, Evans.”
“I will not beg you for anything, Potter.”
I pulled out of her again, moving my hand between us. I dipped one finger inside of her, collecting the moisture there and swirling it over her clit. She bit her lip and leaned her head down towards me. I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her hard against me while still pinning her against the stone wall with my hips.
“Come on, love.” I whispered. “Beg for it.”
I circled her clit in slow, wide movements. She began kissing my neck, moaning with pleasure every time I slid my finger inside of her.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
“James, I--” she was panting, her breathing erratic as I brought her to her edge and left her there.
“I want your cock in me.”
A groan escaped my lips. The words finally slipping out of her mouth sounded like heaven.
“And?” I moaned into her ear.
“Fuck me, James. I want you to fuck me here, against this wall, and I never want you to look at that Ravenclaw bint again.”
“Jealous, Evans?” I smirked.
“Please, James,” she ignored my quip. “I want you to make me scream. I love how hard you feel, please give it back.”
I pushed back into her, rewarded with a moan and a tightened grip on my shoulders. Her head was thrown back, her hair sticking to her chest from her sweat. It overwhelmed me.
“Say my name when you come, Lily.” I demanded, fucking her deeper. “Say my name when I make you come.”
She moaned louder and I felt her walls clenching around me again, massaging my cock.
I pounded her into the wall, relentlessly fucking her.
“James!” she moaned into my ear.
I reached between us and started to draw circles around her clit again. She bucked harder against me, riding me and moaning as her orgasm came over her hard. “James, James, James,”
“Fuck, Lily,” I groaned. “Fuck.”
I fucked her into the wall, coming hard with her, spilling myself inside of her. She was panting, sweating, looking the perfect picture of a woman who had just been thoroughly shagged.
She dropped her legs from their position around my waist. I rested my hands against her hips and kissed her forehead lightly.
“Don’t tell anyone.” she hissed against my cheek.
“That I got you, Lily Evans, to beg for me?” I smirked. “Never.”