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During your years at Hogwarts, you had spent a majority of your time with your boyfriend, James, and his best friends. Now that you had graduated, it seemed like that detail of your life hadn’t changed in the slightest. You still spent all of your free time with your boys; Every snow day, summer vacation, and holiday was spent with your small group of friends.
You and James had bought a quaint house right after graduation, meaning that most of the gatherings were spent in your crowded living room. Now that Remus and Sirius had found the perfect house for the two of them, you were eager to spend a nice, summer weekend in a new setting.
You and James arrived early in the afternoon and planned to spend the evening with the boys in their newly furnished home. The air was thick with heat and you struggled to keep cool, even in your minimal clothing.
You had purchased a bright, spaghetti strapped sundress at the beginning of summer and you were excited to finally put it to use. The knee-length material was flowy and complimented your skin tone perfectly.
Remus and Sirius had decided to get take-out for dinner as they were not prepared to cook with the contents of their practically bare cabinets. You were leaning back onto the island in the middle of kitchen, your elbows pressed against the cool countertop. James stood a foot away, his fingers playing with the hem of your dress as you waited for your friends to return with dinner.
“C’mon, love. They’ll be gone for a little while. Let me see my pretty girl.”
He pinched the material of your dress between his fingertips before pushing the fabric further up your thighs. The thin, knee-length dress was ideal for the summer heat and the lack of coverage did not go unnoticed by the brunet.
You giggled at his needy actions and watched as his hands roamed over your uncovered legs. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as he moved closer to press slow kisses below your ear. Tilting your head to the side, you hummed at the sensation of his lips grazing your heated skin.
“James, what if they come back? Don’t want them to walk in on us having sex in their new kitchen. Sirius would never let us live that down.”
He grinned at your words and grabbed your waist, spinning you around so that your hips were against the marble countertop. You gasped in shock and looked over your shoulder at the boy behind you.
“Well, what if I bend you over the counter and fuck you hard and fast. Does that sound good?”
Your eyes widened and your face burned as James’ smooth voice filled your ears.
“Please.” Your small voice sounded through the air. Hearing your soft begging, James chuckled under his breath.
“You keep your eyes on the door for me, sweetheart. Just look so pretty in your little sundress. I think you wanted me to take you apart in our friends’ house.”
His large palms slid the end of the dress up to your waist and then rounded over the globes of your ass
“Watch the door, love. Wouldn’t want our friends to catch you begging for my cock, would you?”
You shook your head slightly and turned your attention back to the large wooden door that was only half visible through the kitchen doorway and the long hallway. You were too preoccupied to be concerned with the blocked view.
His focus returned to your uncovered lower half as his muttered praises filled the air. You bent further over the cool marble, giving him a better view.
He groaned at the sight and unbuckled his belt, keeping his dark jeans in place and freeing his cock from its constraints.
He stroked himself languidly as he admired you. With one hand on his length, he used the other to pull your damp underwear to the side.
“So pretty. All for me.” His mumbled phrases seemed to be for his own benefit, but you took pleasure in his sweet words.
After another moment of his warm hands traveling over your backside, James stepped forward and pushed slowly into you from behind. You stifled a moan at the feeling of him stretching your walls. He let out a choked breath at the feeling and stuttered to a stop, completely inside of you.
“If I had the time, I’d take you apart a dozen times, any way you wanted. That will have to wait until we get home, though.”
Soft moans spilled from your lips at his declaration and your mouth fell open when he started to rock into you. He pulled the end of the dress back down, completely covering the lewd actions.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Feel so good around me.”
His hands rested on your ass as he pushed himself slowly into you. His relaxed movements left you craving more stimulation.
“More. Please, James, gimme more.”
Your hips pressed into the cool countertop roughly, creating a contrast with the hot air around you. James wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you further into himself and resting his forehead on the balmy, uncovered skin between your shoulder blades. His fingertips dug themselves into your hips and his puffs of hot air bounced off of you, sending a shiver rippling down your spine.
You could feel drops of sweat dripping from his skin onto yours and neither of you could contain the symphony of sounds that you were creating.
“You want more? S’not enough for my greedy girl, huh? You want it faster?”
You nodded harshly, your entire body jarring with every thrust from James.
“Beg. Beg me for it.”
A clamor of breathy pleads left your lips as you struggled to maintain your focus. You pushed yourself back into him, begging for more friction. He tightened his grip and quickened his movements, pulling louder noises of pleasure from you.
James continues his movements, quickly bringing both of you closer to the edge. Your sweaty palms slid over the marble counter in front of you as James hit the perfect spot over and over.
“Gonna cum with me, pretty girl? Gonna let me fill you up?”
After a few more thrusts, a wave of euphoria washed over your body, causing your toes to curl and a broken moan to leave your throat.
The feeling of you tightening around him brought James to his end. He threw his head back as he spilled into you, warm cum painting your walls. His pants and groans filled the air as he slowed to a stop, your dress still covering your conjoined bodies. As he was coming down, he pressed a line of kisses up your spine and over the back of your perspiring neck.
After you had both been brought back to reality, James slowly slipped out of you and returned your underwear back into place. As you were catching your breath, James twirled you around and grabbed you by the waist, placing you on the counter that you had been pressed against moments ago.
His gaze met yours and he grinned at your messy appearance. He used his thumbs to wipe the smudged mascara from under your eyes before using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his hairline.
“So, should we tell the boys we can’t stay for dinner?”