WET DREAMS

Chapter Eight


I let Harry lead me to the trees, then tugged back to wrap my arms around Harry’s back. I began to trail light kisses up and down Harry’s neck, while my hands skimmed up and down his back, to finally rest on his hips. Harry ducked his head down and nuzzled my cheek, his lips seeking out mine. I turned my head to meet his kiss, the slow slip and slide of our lips and tongue re-exploring their taste, their touch. My lips caught Harry’s tongue, drawing it into my mouth, lightly sucking it as my own tongue played with the tip. My hands gripped his arms as my erection pressed against his hip. I reached down to wrap my fingers around his shaft, slowly stroking the length up and down, my thumb grazing the leaking head in every up stroke.

Harry’s hips thrust forward, fucking himself into my loose fist. I broke from the kiss and bent my head forward, my forehead pressed against his shoulder. I kissed where collarbone met neck, nibbling up his neck. He bent his neck back as his hand slid up my back to the back of my head, pulling me closer. I slowly pulled back to look at him, his eyes closed. His hands slid down my arms, grasping them to try to pull me closer again. Instead, I leaned in, smiling against his chest, as I flicked my tongue against his nipple, teasing the nub to attention before kissing my way to the other, tugging the hoop in that nipple before sucking it hard into my mouth. As I eased down onto my knees before him, he looked down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. His hand gripped the base of his cock right before I leaned forward to lick the head of his cock. He reached down to trace a finger against my lips, my tongue licking and sucking it as I slid the head of his cock into my mouth. I slowly lowered my mouth about half way down the shaft, then drew back, my tongue pressing along the underside of the hardened flesh. I looked up again to see his gaze riveted on my eyes, on my mouth as I slowly took him in, then out. His hand went onto the back of my head, his fingers combing through my hair as he pulled me forward, urging me to take him deeper. He was not disappointed as I slowly took him deeper with every downwards slide of my lips.

My own cock was achingly hard since the first taste of Harry’s cock, but I couldn’t – didn’t want to stop as I met, and locked gazes with Harry as I slid up and down his hard length. My hand gripped the base of Harry’s cock, while the other one slid up the inside of Harry’s thigh, my thumb brushing against his ball sac. I cupped his balls in my hand, rolling them as my finger brushed over his puckered hole further down. I closed my eyes and plunged down, taking Harry all the way in, my nose brushing against pubic hair. I felt the muscles tense in Harry’s legs and drew my lips back, reluctantly allowing the slick shaft to slide free from my mouth. I leaned in to kiss his hip, my hands sliding to the back of Harry’s knees to guide him to kneel down in front of me.

Harry glanced around the clearing we were in and used some of his magic to bring a shirt to him that someone had left on the island, then transfigured it into a padded blanket before laying it on the ground. He noticed my smirk, and raised his brow in question.

“It’s nothing,” I reassured him, knowing who the shirt actually belonged to. I gently nudged Harry down to lie on his back, following him down to kneel on my hands and knees over him. “Now where was I?” I questioned looking up and down at the body beneath me.

Harry put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a push down. “A little lower,” he grinned, spreading his legs as I shifted between them. His hand left my shoulder as it moved down, and slid down his own stomach, his fingers combing through his pubic hair before wrapping his fingers around the shaft. He slowly stroked up and down, his hips thrusting up when I darted my tongue out to flick against the head.

Although tempted to slip the head of Harry’s cock into my mouth, I had other plans as I slid my lips up and down the length, my hands going to Harry’s thighs to spread them more before me. I kissed the loose skin of Harry’s ball sac; my tongue licking in broad, long strokes over the shifting balls. I tongued the one ball into my mouth, rolling it inside, sucking it in, before pulling my head back, letting it pop from my mouth. I did it again and again, shifting to one then the other before taking both into my mouth. I heard Harry’s harsh breathing, felt his cock being pulled in a tight fist against my cheek, then looked up. I reached up to grip the base of Harry’s cock as my tongue moved lower. My one hand pressed against the back of Harry’s thigh, making Harry’s lower body raise off the blanket. I saw that Harry looped his elbows in his knees, holding himself in place, then dove in. I stroked my tongue in long, broad strokes up and down Harry’s crease, pressing a little harder against the pucker. Once thoroughly laved, I darted my tongue against the hole, circling around, just teasing the entrance. I shifted on my legs more and braced my hands on Harry’s backside, spreading him as I pressed my lips to the hole, my tongue pressing in more to breach the hole – over – and over again.

Harry was a mumbling mess as I rimmed his hole. His hand was gripped in mine when he tried to reach for his cock, wanting to pump the hardened flesh in time with the relentless fucking of his ass. “Please – fuck – Dray – need – gods, ” he panted incoherently.

I drew back slightly to nibble Harry’s ball sac again, stroking a fingertip against the slick hole. There was no teasing as I eased the first finger inside, slowly thrusting in as I twisted it. I gripped the base of Harry’s cock again, and devoured the length – hungrily bobbing my head up and down as I thrust my finger inside, again and again. One finger was soon followed by another, then another, until I felt the passage loosen. I let go of the base of Harry’s cock and quickened my thrusts of my fingers, slid my lips faster up and down the length. I felt Harry’s tight passage clench around my fingers and moaned around the cock in my mouth.

“Gods, Dray can’t hold . . . cumm – ing,” Harry panted thrusting up into my mouth, his orgasm ripped out of him as I eagerly swallowed the cum that was shooting into my mouth.

I swallowed every last drop of cum, sucking until I could get no more. I drew back, kissing the head of the reddened tip, then lifted myself again until I was on my hands and knees over Harry. “We’re not done yet, love,” I hoarsely said, looking into his eyes as my hand guided my cock to the slick hole.

“Mmnnnn, feels so good,” Harry groaned, arching his neck back as I thrust shallowly a few times before sliding into the hilt.

I took advantage of the tanned expanse of skin, and leaned in to nibble and suck on his pulsing neck. My fingers fisted the blanket on either side of Harry’s head, my body tense as I tried to hold back my own orgasm. I stilled my hips, trying to catch my breath, and feathered light kisses up to Harry’s chin then lips. I felt Harry constrict the muscles around my cock, and bent my head down. “Don’t, just – please, don’t,” I breathlessly said, my voice strained with needing to release. “Just hold still or it will be over before we start here,” I added, meeting Harry’s eyes in a heated gaze.

Harry reached up and caressed the side of my face, as if memorizing the features for the future. “I missed you,” he whispered, brushing his thumb against my mouth.

“Missed you, too,” I whispered back, kissing the pad of Harry’s thumb.

“Never forgot that night,” Harry said, his feet sliding up the back of my thighs, as his hands skimmed down my neck.

“Neither did I,” I said, leaning down to kiss Harry, my hips beginning a slow roll forwards and backwards. “Gods, you feel so good,” I breathed against swollen kissed lips.

Harry raised his knees higher up my upper thighs. I lifted my arms and moved them under Harry’s knees to lightly push them against his chest. I began to move my hips in slow, deep thrusts, the final inch or two slammed in fast and hard, making us both moan in pleasure. Harry reached up to my neck to pull me down, our lips crashing against each others in a kiss that was almost brutal in intensity.

I pulled back slightly from the kiss, the heat spiraling down my body to pool in my groin. My breaths ghosted over Harry’s lips as my cock began to thicken, pulse inside his constricting channel as I fell over the edge, my orgasm torn from my body. I pressed my lips in for another kiss, then bent my head into Harry’s neck. I slowly lifted my hips, my softening cock slipping out of Harry. I shifted to my side, my arms around Harry to pull him close. Harry curled against my side, our eyes closed, our heaving chests slowly coming back to normal rhythm.

Considering that we were laying on the ground – granted on a magically cushioned blanket, we were both quite comfortable. Harry had lifted his leg over one of mine and snuggled in more. I felt the sudden tenseness in Harry’s shoulders against my hand that was stroking his back. “You’re thinking too much, Harry,” I softly said, bending down to kiss the top of Harry’s head.

Harry slowly withdrew himself from my arms, and sat up. “We should probably find our clothes,” he quietly said. “The storm looks like it’s calming down, so we should be able to go back soon.”

“Harry,” I said, reaching out to touch Harry’s back.

Harry pulled himself to his feet then turned to face me, then held out his hand. “Come on. Let’s go for a bit of a swim before we do.” He smiled, seeming to shift his thoughts to the side.

I reached up and grasped Harry’s hand and let myself be pulled up; walking to the water’s edge. I looked out at the water, seeing the yacht anchored a fair distance away from the shoreline. I looked back to see that Harry was wading a few feet away from me, then saw what Harry was going for. Harry already had a pair of jean shorts in one hand, and was making his way to another pair that was half in the sand on the beach, as well, as it looked like, my black t-shirt. I looked around the beach to look for Harry’s shirt to see it tangled in a bit of driftwood by the boat. I followed Harry, then we both went to dryer land at the trees’ edge. We both magicked our clothes dry before slipping them on, and made sure we had the camera bag as well as the shirt that was transfigured back to its original condition from the blanket they used, safely tucked away into the boat with a water repellant spell on them.

Harry sat down on the ground, his fingers sifting through the sand, his brow burrowed in thought. I combed my fingers through my hair, then sat behind him, settling his body between my legs.

“Draco,” Harry said, breaking the silence that was between us.

“Hmm,” I hummed, kissing the side of Harry’s neck, my arms wrapped loosely around Harry’s waist.

“So what’s going to happen now? I don’t think I can be the guy on the side. You know? I know I’ve had other lovers, but I’ve never messed around with married men,” Harry said.

“Never would I have thought that this assignment would turn my life upside down,” I sighed, smiling against his neck. “Seeing you again, made the past five years seem meaningless with Shane. I really don’t know what made me settle with him. He was not the man I thought he was,” I added in disgust. “Shane and I are over, Harry.”

“Because of me?” Harry asked, laying his head back on my shoulder.

“No, because of me, and him not settling with just me,” I softly said. Harry glanced up at me with a question in his eyes. “The assignment before this one, I finished early, and decided to come home early. Shane was there, but not alone. He had another guy in our bed. Turns out he wasn’t the first. He had been fucking around behind my back even before we were married. He was even fucking Pansy in the same house on our wedding day.”

“Sorry,” Harry said.

“I’m not,” I laughed. “He’s a philandering asshole, and married me for my money.”

“Well, you do have enough to go around,” Harry grinned.

Static was heard on the radio that was on the boat. “Time to come back, guys. Can’t hold back Cruella and her pet dick too much longer before they come get you themselves,” we heard, both recognizing Ronnie’s voice over the radio.

“I really like her,” Harry laughed.

“Yeah, me too,” I agreed. “So what about us? I don’t want to walk away from this again,” I asked, turning Harry so Harry was sitting with his side to my chest.

“Long distance relationships don’t usually work, Draco, even with a Floo system hooked up,” Harry said.

“Who says anything about a long distance relationship? My job takes me wherever I take it. I can live anywhere. What about you? You used to have all that money that you inherited and you’re working in a bar. Don’t you have any big plans for your future? I can get you a lot more modeling jobs if you need the money, or help you do whatever you want,” I suggested.

Harry pulled himself to his feet, brushing the sand from his shorts, then started to walk toward the boat.

‘Fuck. Sure, make his job sound like it doesn’t matter. Way to go Malfoy.’ I chided myself, getting to my feet to follow Harry.

“Harry, gods – I need to learn to shut my mouth. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded – like your job is not important to you. I’m sure you’re good at what you do,” I apologized to him.

Harry turned and gave me a brief kiss on my mouth. “Yes, I’m good at what I do. I like it here in Miami and it’s been good to me. Yes, I had the inheritance and still do have it, actually it’s quite sizable since I got Bill Weasley to invest and take care of my finances. The modeling . . . thanks, I am flattered, but I don’t plan on doing anything serious unless it’s for my boyfriend – after he ditches the dick head that is,” Harry grinned, untying the dinghy from the tree to begin hauling it to the water’s edge. “As for my future plans . . . ” he began, then stopped until we had both climbed into the boat and began the motor to head toward the yacht. “I plan on expanding my clubs further along the strip.”

‘What?’ “You mean . . . ” I began as we neared the landing of the yacht.

“Yep, that bar you saw me in that night, as well as the one where I was staining the bar belong to me. I own them, as well as one other that is doing quite well,” Harry smugly said as he began the climb up the ladder. He glanced down at me, smirking when he saw that I was still sitting in the boat. “You coming, Dray?”


“Hey guys.” Ronnie smiled, reaching down to take the raincoats that Harry handed her. “You okay?” She asked, looking down at Harry’s open shirt, the buttons long lost in the water when it was torn open.

“Brilliant.” Harry grinned, holding out his hand for me to take as I climbed over the edge.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Ronnie smirked as her eyes fell on the telltale red marks on both of our necks and Harry’s chest. “The camera okay?” she asked, looking at me again.

“Yes,” I said, handing her the bag. “Mine here somewhere?”

“Yeah, you have some kind of locking charm on it? Shane and Pansy were swearing at it when they couldn’t open it.” Ronnie laughed, then stepped back when she heard my name called out as Shane stormed over to us.

“What the hell is this?” Shane asked, tugging down the collar of my t-shirt, then looking over at Harry’s neck and chest.

“None of your business, Shane.” I sneered, brushing past him. “I’ll be downstairs. Please don’t bother me as I have a few calls to make,” I added. I walked by Harry, letting my fingers brush against his hand. “Talk to you in a bit, yeah?” I whispered.

“Do what you have to do. We’ll talk when we get to the mainland,” Harry whispered back, his fingers giving mine a quick squeeze.


~*~


I had just finished reading and signing the documents that Blaise had sent me, when I heard the commotion above me. I looked out the small window to see that we had reached the mainland. I wandlessly took the silencing charm off that I had placed on the door due to the continuous pounding from Shane. I opened the door and looked to see that everyone was gathering their belongings, but did not see any sign of Shane or Pansy. I shouldered my camera bag and made my way up the narrow steps to the deck.

“Draco? What have you been doing? Why did you lock me out?” Shane whined, trying to stop me from going to the railing of the yacht.

“Because I did not want to see you,” I sneered, moving past Shane to make my descent down the gangplank to where Ronnie was talking to Darius.

Shane followed me down and pulled on my arm again once we reached the wooden platform of the dock. At the sudden jerk, I dropped my carry-on bag that had my change of clothing. I stopped and nodded toward Harry who stood waiting by his motorbike, looking oh so eatable in his ripped up faded jeans and white tank top.

“What is it with him that you don’t have with me?” Shane asked, looking over at Harry who had nodded back at him with a cheeky smirk.

‘Do I really need to answer this?’ I thought as I saw the heated look that Harry was throwing my way.

I looked back at my soon to be ex-husband, not surprised to see Pansy standing within touching distance of Shane. “You know – I think I feel more betrayed by you, Pansy than Shane here. You have been my friend since Hogwarts. We’ve been through a lot together, and you just toss our friendship away for this gold-digging two-bit wizard.”

“Draco, please tell me what this is all about. I’m still your friend,” Pansy said, reaching out to touch my hand.

I shook my head at her, and reached into my camera bag. I took out the documents and envelope containing pictures of Shane’s affairs. I handed a picture over to Pansy. “This was taken a few months back. Not a very good likeness of you, Panse,” I quietly said. I handed another to Shane. “This was taken last year. Looks like the same man that I caught in our bed last week – the man that meant nothing to you. Tell me, Shane,” I took out a few more pictures of Shane and different men, “Were they paying you? Were they worth it?”

“This is not me in these pictures,” Shane hoarsely said, his hands shaking as he looked at each picture in turn.

“Oh, but they are, Shane. I’ve looked closely at them. It is you, and I have documentation of whom and what you were doing, as well as dates.” I handed the last picture to Pansy. “This picture was taken a few weeks ago. She’s quite stunning, isn’t she, Pansy?” I smirked seeing Pansy’s face flush red with anger. “What? You think you were the only woman who fucked my husband? You think you two were going to live happily ever fucking after? Well, guess what? You can have him, Pansy.”

“What are you saying, Draco?” Shane nervously asked, his hands twisting the photographs.

“I have copies filed away of those, so you can keep those.” I smirked, nodding toward the pictures. I handed Shane the documents. “What I’m saying – is that we are over, Shane. You will sign these. I want nothing to do with you after today.”

Shane took the documents, his eyes growing wider when he saw the headline, ‘Petition for Divorce’. He looked back up at me. “Can’t we work things out? I love you, Draco. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Love? You don’t know the meaning of the word, Shane,” I scoffed. “You don’t want to lose me? Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to sneak into other beds, Shane. You don’t care about me. You care about the money, Shane. Well – I’m giving you some. A hundred thousand dollars, and you can keep the penthouse apartment in Vienna.”

“A hundred thousand? You’ve got to be joking?” Shane asked.

“You’re lucky you’re getting that,” I sneered. “It was against my lawyer’s advice.”

“We’ve been married for five years . . . ” Shane began.

“Five years of you bending over to take it up the ass for others, Shane. Don’t even think about fighting this petition. You will not win. These pictures will make sure of that, as well as the pre-nup agreement that you signed before our wedding.” My smile grew when I saw the surprised look on Shane’s face. “Oh, I know about that. I guess mothers always do know best.”

Shane’s face tensed in anger, his hand beginning to reach for his wand in his hidden side pants pocket. “Uh – I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” I said, shaking my head. “You would live to regret that,” I added, crossing my arms at my chest.

Shane looked at the me, then glanced to Harry who was staring intently at him. He knew he would not win against me, not to mention against the Savior-of-the-Wizarding world. He looked down at the divorce papers, the look of defeat clearly there to see.

I handed him a pen. “Sign it now, and it will be finished. Done deal.”

Shane glanced over to his right to see that Pansy had stepped back away from us, glaring at him in anger. He took the pen and signed his name, for it to disappear in a puff of smoke to appear on Blaise’s desk. “So when can I pick up my stuff?”

“Your ‘stuff’ is already packed and shipped off to the penthouse. The house elves apparently were very happy to do it. Don’t even bother trying to get access to the other properties, because since you signed those papers, you are no longer a Malfoy, so you won’t be able to get access.” I smirked.

I gave a last disappointed glance to Pansy, then turned, to leave that part of my past behind.

“So, Mister Single-and-Apparently-Liking-It by the smug look on your face . . . ” Ronnie grinned, reaching to take my camera bag, “all okay?”

“Better than,” I replied. “You mind taking these to your studio for me for now?”

“Probably could be arranged.” Ronnie smiled. “You got something planned?”

“Yeah,” I said, looking over at Harry. “I’ve got some catching up to do.” I reached out to pull Ronnie into a hug. “Thanks for being here for me, Ronnie,” I quietly said by her ear before kissing her cheek.

“Always,” she smiled. “Someone’s gotta do it. Now go. Shouldn’t keep something like that waiting,” she added, nodding toward Harry.

I gave her another kiss on the cheek and began to make my way to Harry. I couldn’t stop my heart from beating double time at the sight of him, the look in his emerald eyes as they watched me approach.

“Everything good?” Harry softly asked, reaching to slide his hand behind my neck to pull me closer.

I nodded, leaning into the touch of his hand. “So, what should we do to celebrate my new found bachelorhood?” I grinned, resting my hands on Harry’s hips as I readily went into Harry’s arms.

“Well – we do have five years of catching up to do.” Harry smirked, leaning in closer.

“Hmm, five years,” I whispered against Harry’s lips. “Think we should start now?”

Harry lightly kissed me in response, his other hand coming up to cup the side of my face. “Never forgot you,” he said, caressing the side of my face.

I brought my hands up and wrapped them around Harry’s upper back, my one hand sliding up to comb through the back of his hair. “Love you,” I huskily said, pressing my body close to Harry. “Never letting you go now.”

“Never leaving,” Harry replied, leaning in to kiss me again. “Love you, too,” he softly said, just before his lips pressed against mine.

I hugged Harry closer as I succumbed to his drugging, teasing kisses. I brushed my tongue against Harry’s lips, giving a soft moan when I felt Harry’s slide against mine. It was not a demanding, needy kiss – just a kiss that reclaimed what we felt for each other – a kiss that held promises for years to come.

We reluctantly pulled apart, both smiling at each other as we leaned our foreheads against each other’s. Harry stroked his thumb against my bottom lip before leaning in to capture one last kiss before pulling back to straddle his bike, reaching out for me as he motioned behind him. I climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, reaching to kiss the back of Harry’s neck. The bike’s engine roared to life. I looked back to wave at Ronnie, and couldn’t hold back my laughter when I saw Shane sniffing his shirt, a grimace on his face before taking it off again. It was the same shirt that Harry and I had brought back from the island.

Harry looked back at me to see what I was laughing at, his brow raised in question. “Tell you later.” I grinned.

Harry linked his fingers through mine and brought them up to his mouth where he kissed my knuckles, before replacing it at his waist. He kicked the bike into gear and we rode off to make up for lost time – shooting for a long and happy future together.

tbc - well one more chapter anyway.

Note: I'd like to apologize to my group members. I promised the original and this version to be posted on the group when I posted this chapter (second last one). I honestly have tried to read it over to check it out, but I keep reading the same damn paragraph over and over again, I know I need to close it off the laptop and try again when I can motivate myself. sorry. Hope I made it up to you with the sexy slash in this chapter.

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Wasn't aware I left that much of a cliffy in the last chapter. Wasn't intentional....really....well maybe. lol. Hope this chapter answered some of the comments made in the reviews.