Take me home, Styles

I looked around the club, taking in the teeming, half-naked bodies on the dance floor. Aphrodite was packed tonight, full of women wearing leather or barely there clothing and men who looked like they had just advanced to college. “So you’re really going to do this?” your bestfriend, Jenny asks. you glance across the shallow table. Jenny’s eyes meet your own. “Yeah. I am.” Jenny nursed her Cosmo and smiled wickedly. “You’re crazy, y/n.” “You should know.” Jenny tilted her glass in deference. “But you’re raising the bar. You want to take any random you meet home.. if they interest you enough?” “I’ve just finished school. I wanna live a little.” you finish your Slippery Nipple. With a sudden rush, the crowd shifted, people backing into each other. They were making way for someone. Or something. All of a sudden, all the girls in the club fixed their hair and shifted their outfits, priming themselves up.

The lights from the club shift and hit the 5 figures who had just entered the room. You cant believe it, ‘are my eyes decieving me?’ you quietly ask yourself. You notice Jenna stiffen as she also notices the boys. You place your hand on her shoulder before stating, “Harry Styles is mine”.

You aim your eyes onto Harry and make a beeline for him. By the time you’ve walked halfway, the boys are already surrounded by half the girls in the club and being watched lustfully by the other. You see Harry flick and ruffle his hair and as he lifts his head your eyes meet. Time stops. Your breaths silent. Heart racing. Eyes widening. And any other cliche you can imagine, but thats exactly what happens. Its as though you were both undressing each other as your eyes made love. You watch Harry remove himself from all the girls and walk the rest of the distance towards you.

“Well hello there, love”, his rough british accent tickles your ear, his hot breath warming againat your skin. You smile and lift yourself up to your toes to whisper into his ear, “take me home, Styles”.

Your tongues are duelling together the whole taxi ride home, your hands are down his pants around his thick erection, while his hands are firmly against your bum. The cab drivers coping an eyeful, you think to yourself. You feel harry carrying you out of the car and quickly paying the fee before rushing you to the front door. Your stripping each othera clothes off and are naked by the time you reach the bedroom.

I could feel Harry’s lips brush from my breasts to my belly button to the dampened cotton crotch of my panties which soon find their way to the floor. I come quickly, guiltily. But it doesn’t stop there. He reaches over me to the wood-laminate nightstand, fishes around the top drawer until he finds a condom. I can feel him looking at me in the darkness, can feel him wondering if I’m one of those girls who likes to slip it on the guy herself. My nails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders; my tongue thrusts itself into his mouth. He decides to do it himself, rolls away from me a bit. Then he’s inside you. You groan into his mouth as he atretches you in the most pleasurable way. Your nails dig into his nice firm bum and push him in deeper. He smiles against your lips at your eagarneas and begins to thrust in earnest. His lips moves from your lips to your neck, his tounge leaving a warm path. You moan as he sucks and bites down gently, and arch your back as hi mouth finds your nipple. You lose your hands in his curla and his teeth scrape your areola as his tongue lashes it. The dual sensations become to much and you come hard. Harry groans as you tighten around him and climaxes within three strokes.

“You’ll be staying till morning then, love?”. You laugh together as you nod your head yes.