A darkening sky chased away the LA sun, the patio area of his house starting to look a little more threatened by rain with each passing minute. We sat around his huge outdoor table with a full spread of barbeque foods, courtesy of Harry and I. He had so many friends here in LA, and each one he introduced me to along the way felt like a new challenge, a new need to prove I was actually worth The Harry Styles’ time.
So when he came home yesterday and told me he had invited “some mates over for a little cook out, maybe I’ll make Greek salad, it’s okay if you make some of those jello things I like, yeah?”, I wanted to wring his pretty, stupid neck. He’s naturally calm, charming, charismatic. It pisses me off how easily it comes to him, but that’s just how he is. He doesn’t get it, get that it doesn’t come that easily to me, that I have to work for it.
Stupid, beautiful, everybody-automatically-loves-me British doorknob.
So I was out of my head all day today trying to get everything together, trying to make everything impressive. He helped, but he had that god damn smirk on his face the whole time, watching me freak out over every food item and drink choice. More of a distraction than anything, with his oh-so-subtle hip grazes, his standing just a little too close, his whispers of a touch so soft I was uncertain it was even there.
“S’not so bad, yeah?” He leaned in close, our knees bumping as we sat together on the wicker furniture. There was a casual din as people ate, a calming, relaxed atmosphere settling over everyone.
“It is still early. Someone’s bound to get food poisoning or something.”
He popped a grape in his mouth, wrinkling his nose at me playfully.
“Always with the positivity, love,” he quipped, raising his brow. “We did well. Just relax.”
I rolled my eyes with a reluctant smile that he returned, dimples kissing his adorable cheeks as he turned his attention back to the conversation in front of him and his plate of food. I admired him for a minute longer, staring at the perfection of his profile. There was just something about that jawline or the way his curls kissed the shoulders of his favorite Stones tee that required just a little extra appreciation. Rolling my lips in my mouth to hide my grin, I dropped my gaze to the turkey burger on my plate.
Someone was just beginning a story when the heavens opened, a sudden downpour finally falling down and drenching us all immediately even though I was praying it was going to hold off.
“Save the food!” Harry boomed with a laugh as people jumped up to scatter away from the rain. Everyone grabbed a stray dish, scampering across the patio area and in to Harry’s house with assorted yells and laughs.
Harry and I trailed behind everyone, him being the last one to escape from the weather as we crossed over the threshold and into the house. He slammed the door behind us, hiding us from the brunt of the storm.
Everyone was breathless and laughing, setting down the rescued food on parts of the kitchen counter. My stomach dipped a little, cursing the heavens for ruining my what-would-have-been perfect barbeque. I gnawed on my lip as I looked around, trying to gauge everyone’s moods and to measure the disappointment. Luckily though, everyone’s spirits seemed to still be in check.
My eyes landed last on Harry, who was already watching me, probably waiting for my reaction to the rain and stop my possible breakdown. I gave him a little shrug and gave a look of indifference, making him shake his head back with a laugh. He padded his barefoot way over to where I stood.
“Well,” he said, shaking his head like a dog, few stray drops hitting my face. I giggled, wiping water from my cheeks. “That was fun.”
I tried not to notice.
I really did.
I tried not to see how his shirt clung to him, how that white tee now tightly hugged every part of his chest, showing off every cut of muscle and every curve of his body. How I could see his sparrows or that butterfly, the markings I only saw when I was admiring him naked.
I especially tried not to notice how clingy his black Nike shorts now where, sticking to his slender thighs, that bulge in his crotch becoming just a little more prominent.
I tried not to pay attention to how fucking hot he looked.
He caught me looking, giving me that cocky-ass smirk at my evaluation of him.
“You’re looking a little wet, love.”
His eyes scanned down my body, taking in my now-soaked sundress that stuck to me like a second skin, and I knew he was appreciating wet clothes in the same way I was. I could tell from his look that I wasn’t the only person enjoying the view.
“Yeah?” I quipped, fluttering my eyelashes. His eyes snapped back up to mine, a ghost of a smile resting on his lips. “I feel pretty wet, too.”
I walked past him, making sure to trail my fingers oh-so-lightly across his shoulder as I passed by, making the move seem casual, platonic.
“I’ll grab some towels!” I said brightly to the clump of people with a smile. “Everyone just sit wherever. Keep eating!”
I crossed the kitchen, headed for the bathroom in Harry’s room.
“Harry, babe?” I questioned, turning around and pouting my lips. “Could you come help me find some. Towels? In here?”
Subtle. Smooth. Nailed it.
“‘Course, love,” he cooed sticky sweet, running a hand through wet curls as his started his way towards where I stood. I turned before he reached me, grinning and making my own way alone in to the room.
I turned to see him coming in behind me, wasting no time and locking the door. He was hunched down to the door handle, trying to be as quiet as possible. I giggled as he straightened, coming right for me with a smirk on his lips and purpose in his walk.
“You’re trouble, you are,” he whispered, grabbing hold of both my hips and pulling me towards him. I drew my hands up to his neck, fingering the damp curls that rested there.
“Oh, please,” I whispered back, flickering my eyes around his face. “Are we going to pretend like you don’t want me as much as I want you right now?”
He huffed a laugh out of his nose, tugging me flush against his body in one sharp tug. His nose nudged mine teasingly, and my lips parted, tasting his sweet breath on my tongue.
“On the contrary,” he said, lips dusting mine. My eyes fluttered shut as his placed a small kiss at my jaw, trailing more up to the hollow of my ear.
“I’m sure I want you much, much more.”
A whimper shuttered past my mouth involuntarily at his quiet rasp as he sucked gently at me, his teeth nicking my sensitive skin. His mouth worked my neck, each press of his lips to me setting off a firecracker of desire and want in the pit of my belly. Our wet bodies pressed tightly together, and I could feel the swell of his erection growing hard against my belly. My breathing hitched, needy and impatient.
“Harry,” I sighed, the sensation of his mouth feeling too good.
“Quiet, now,” he hushed, pulling back to look at me. His hooded eyes darted between mine, the green in them darkening. “This has to be fast. This has to be quiet. Okay, love?” He brought up a long finger, pressing it to my lips, raising a brow in question. I nodded back quickly, anxiously.
“That’s my girl,” he smirked, eyes falling close as he brought his lips to mine.
His lips worked mine, fast and relentless, hot tongue slipping past my lips and fighting with me. He tasted sweet and familiar, our kiss easy as second nature like it always was. I traced my hands down the length of his body as his mouth fought mine, resting them on his hips, narrow and pudgy, slipping my thumbs under the waistband of his shorts. He eased me backwards, walking us towards the bed with our lips still locked.
With a giggle I felt the backs of my knees hit the bed frame, knocking me down to the mattress and tugging him down with me, his arms bracing the fall. He slotted his body between mine, his pelvis spreading my legs apart. One of his large hands grazed tenderly down the length of my body and he continued to kiss me, rocking his hips up and down against mine.
If I had to pick a way to die, it be of asphyxiation due to lack of oxygen for him kissing me too long. And I’d go happily, too, let me tell you.
A hushed whine of pleasure pitched from my lips as he rolled his hips expertly in to me, muffled my his lips. I knew my only job was to be quiet, but he made me feel to unbelievably good for that ever to be a possibility. I mean, I’d definitely try, but no promises.
His curls tickled my cheek as he broke his lips from mine, wetly tracing with mouth to the shell of my ear.
“You remember what I said, yeah?” he rasped, tugging at the lobe of my ear with his teeth. “Be. Quiet.”
“Yes,” I panted, barely audible.
Then the heat of his body was off mine as he leaned up quickly, dropping his shoulders down between my legs. My breathing was erratic as I leaned up on my elbows, looking down at him.
He pushed the damp material of my dress up my belly, bunching up the material and revealing my (ahem) casual lack of underwear. His eyes popped open quickly before he shot his gaze up to me.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” he breathed, shaking his head. A silent giggle rocked through me as I flung myself back down to the mattress.
“Naughty girl,” I heard from between my legs.
I felt both of his warm hands push apart each of my thighs, his fingers digging in to my skin as he held me in place to the mattress. My hands gripped the sheets at my sides as I felt his hot breath approach my leaking center.
Harshly and with no warning whatsoever, he wrapped his lips fully around my clit, wasting no time and sucking hard.
I threw my fist to my mouth, stifling my moans as his mouth worked me hard and fast, tongue circling expertly as he sucked me on and off.
It took everything I had not to scream out. It was fucking hard. Knowing how well he could work me, knowing those green eyes were watching me because he knew how he could be the only one to do this to me, how it was only him who could make me come so undone and get me off so well.
My chest heaved up and down as I leaned up on my elbows to look down at him, my mouth popped open in a silent moan. His mouth circled my clit, eyes on me as his other hand was reached down to stroke himself. I almost lost it as I watched him touch himself, seeing that fist slide up and down the length of his shaft as thoroughly fucked me with his mouth.
“Please,” I mouthed down to him, needing him now.
He popped of me, quickly coming back up to lay flush against me. His lips were swollen, cherry red, tasting of me as he brought his forearms to rest on either side of my head. He kissed me fervently, needy as I reached down to grab the length of his cock. I stroked him up and down slowly, a breath hissing from his mouth as I lined his tip to my entrance.
With one smooth thrust he was inside me, my walls burning slightly as I easily stretched around him. I squeezed my eyes shut, my teeth sinking in to my bottom lip to hold in a groan of pleasure. His head fell to my shoulder, hair everywhere and tickling my face.
He rutted in to me, thrusts deep and impossibly fast. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close as he fucked in to me hard and expertly, each swirl of his hips finishing the job that his mouth had started. His breaths of exertion ruffled my hair as he fucked me, fucked me, fucked me like no one else could.
His thighs were growing shakier, his breath hitching in his chest. And I was right there, too, teetering on the edge of heaven as my stomach tightened with pleasure and nirvana. I rocked up to meet each trust, focusing on anything to keep me from screaming out his name.
The quiver in the pit of my belly exploded, all nerves tingling uncontrollably as my orgasm rocked throughout my body in a relentless wave. My eyes squeezed shut as I absorbed the sensation, my breath stuttering out of my nose as I begged my mouth to keep quiet.
With three more steady, quick thrusts I felt him still inside me, his orgasm leaking in to me. A barely audible groan rocked through his chest, vibrations shaking me beneath him. His body grew limp on top of mine as he leveled out his breathing, both out bodies coming down from their high.
I was taking steadying breaths as he leaned his head up to look at me. My heart burst at the sight of his just-fucked hair and his sated green eyes looking down at me, a lazy smile stretched across his lips.
“We need to get back out there,” he said suddenly, his eyes widening playfully.
I giggled as he rolled off of me, us adjusting our clothes like two silly teenagers getting caught in a high school supply closet. I scooted up and off the bed, tugging my dress down and smoothing it over my body. He pulled up his shorts and boxers in one smooth tug, putting us both proper again.
Grinning up at him shyly, he leaned down to place one more swift peck on my lips, pulling away and tweaking my nose with one of his smirks.
“Be cool,” I giggled, swatting playfully at his butt and following him out of his room, back to our guests.
I felt my cheeks flush as we walked back to the kitchen where everyone stood, trying to play casual and blend back in. Glancing up at him, he was totally reserved, his poker face scary good.
The conversation ebbed out as we reached everyone.
“Uh, guys,” Harry’s friend coughed uncomfortably. “Where are the towels?”