It's funny, how one thing can lead to another, with seemingly nothing in between. One moment, their bodies were turned from each other in arrogance, arms crossed over their chests stubbornly, and eyes blaring out the windows, staring blankly at the thriving streets of London. Carmen had never been more infuriated with a man after knowing him for only half an hour, and there she sat wallowing in her exasperation.

And Mr. Harry Styles had never in his entire life been challenged in such a way. This woman- who did she think she was? Asking to smoke a cigarette in his presence let alone in his own damn limo?

One moment, they were repelled from each other by anger.

And the next moment, they were entwined together in a lustful fury.

A fire had been lit the second her dark eyes met his, and her lips had parted to let out a shaky breath. She had been momentarily stunned by his beauty in the dim light of the limo. The sharp planes of his face were accentuated by the array of city lights filling the dark night around them. His forehead in creases, and his thick brows pulled together as he watched her predatorally.

And that's when words loss meaning and anger fled. Her mind went to mush as she lifted herself from the leather seat and onto his lap.

His thick thighs fit snug in between hers and she settled her body against his. His hands grasped the sides of her waist to steady her as she went to work, quickly sealing her lips over his. Their movements were feverish- hurried. Like teenagers hiding away in the school bathroom. It was embarrassing, almost, how easily both of them were giving into their lust-driven passion, their bodies aflare with a heat that burned in the pits of their stomachs, and could only be put out by the touch of one another.

"Condom," he murmured into her mouth as his hands grabbed at the hem of her dress, bunching it up her thighs to reveal the black lace fabric underneath. "It's in the-"

"Don't worry," she cut him off, silencing his words as she pried his lips apart with her smooth tongue, moving it against his rough one. It was enough to distract him, throaty moans vibrating through his chest as he grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her back deeply, hungrily.

"You're.. the most... irritating... asshole... I have ever... met.." she whispered lowly between kisses, his mouth consuming her words. Her small hands nearly ripped his shirt off, undoing the buttons and tugging it off his broad shoulders, all the while continuing to move her lips with his.

Carmen pulled away slightly to let her dark gaze roam over his bare chest. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of the black ink all along his torso, from the two birds under his collarbone to the butterfly painted intricately on the center of his chest. She let out a breath in awe, biting her lip as she took a moment to study the designs.

"See something you like?" came a hoarse voice, breaking her unwavering gaze. Her eyes find their way back to his emerald ones, which were glistening smugly. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, brushing off his words.

"We don't have much time," he breathed out, before suddenly tugging down her panties just enough so he could cup her in his hand, and trail his fingers along her moist folds. She closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure at the feel, grinding her hips slightly to meet his hand, wanting to feel more of him.

"You owe me a pack of cigarettes," she hissed quietly as her small hands went to work undoing his pants. She struggled with it a bit, huffing in frustration to herself, before tugging them down just enough to unveil his hidden key, hardened in excitement under the white fabric of his briefs.

He retracted his hand from between her thighs, bringing his fingers to his lips and peeping his tongue out to lick them clean. Carmen swore under her breath at the sight, her actions momentarily put to a hault before she continued, sliding her hand under his briefs and wrapping it around him.

She could feel the coarse hairs tickle against her hand as she began to pump him, tugging the fabric of his briefs down enough so that his erection popped up against his toned stomach. The sight was mouthwatering, and she found herself moan softly under her heavy breath, and thoughtlessly began to grind herself against his thick thigh, in order to feel some sort of friction.

"Christ," he muttered, leaning his head back against the seat as her small, smooth hands worked their way around him, from the base all the way to his sensitive tip. He rolled in his lips to silence an embarrassing moan when her thumb smoothed over the slit in the head of his cock, his abdomen tightening in pleasure and his hands gripping her thighs tightly.

"I'll get you those cigarettes, baby," he finally choked out, his voice even more husky and hoarse as he peered at her with a darkened gaze. Carmen felt her body involuntarily shutter at the use of baby, and bit down hard on lip. "Please, just let me fuck you already."

She didn't respond with words, but by simply shifting her hips over his and slowly sinking herself onto him. Oh. She suppressed a quiet gasp as she felt him fill her up, but had no time to get used to the feeling as he suddenly grabbed her thighs and thrusted himself into her vigorously. Her eyes widened at the suddenness, but she didn't protest as her thoughts fled her and were replaced by numbing pleasure, quiet moans and whines escaping her lips as his speed remained unwavering.

"Shit," he grunted, digging his fingers into the milky flesh of her thighs. She felts so tight around him- so tight and warm and wet- it was so sensual and he felt like he would climax after only a few seconds of her painful pleasure.

Carmen gathered her thick curls onto her shoulder as she rolled her head back. Her body bounced with the movement of his hips, a rhythm that went with the heavy beat of their moaning. It's as if they were making music.

Music. More like money.

"Harry," she breathed out, leaning into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his thrusts quickening and becoming sloppy. Her ruby red lips attached to the warm skin just under his jaw, sucking and nipping it to leave behing a small dark mark in their wake.

Harry felt something build up in the core of his abdomen as she moaned his name under her heavy breath. It was something unfamiliar to him, and he didn't have the energy to think much of it as his orgasm approached him. A loud grunt escaped his rosy lips before he spilled himself into her, his hips slowing their movement and his arms falling from around her waist to his sides.

"Harry." Carmen spoke his name in her sultry voice one last time before her eyes screwed shut, her head falling to the crook of his neck as immense waves of pleasure stilled her body, leaving her literally breathless.

Harry. As his mind and body came down from their high, he began to feel it more immensely, that tightening in his stomach as she said his name. Not Styles, the name that people feared and loathed and envied. But Harry- the name that he had almost forgotten actually belonged to him. He couldn't remember the last time someone had simply called him by his first name. In fact, it had been years.

Harry.

"Don't... don't call me that," he panted after a moment, their chests still pressed together. Carmen looked up to him from the cozy pillow she had made out of his shoulder, and furrowed her eyebrows.

"What?"

He licked his lips. "Don't call me Harry."

She snickered quietly to herself, rolling her dark eyes for what seemed to be the hundredth time since she met him. "It's your name, isn't it?"

He growled inhumanely, the peaceful air being polluted with his sudden anger. His hands grabbed her shoulders, pushing her of his lap suddenly. "Don't fucking test me, woman," he spat out at her. Carmen's eyes went wide, and she quickly tugged up her underwear and smoothed out her dress.

"Are you bipolar or something?" she hissed in irritation, her moment of fright fleeing and being replaced with annoyance. "One minute you're fucking me and the next you're telling me not to call you by your own name."

Styles pursed his lips, not looking at her as he tugged his boxers over his length and then zipped up his pants. He didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say. His thoughts were astray and his body was still recovering from his minute of what had felt like heaven. It was no secret he had been with plenty of other women before, and as pleasant as they had been in bed, a quick fuck in the back of the limo had just topped all of them.

Good God, he thought to himself. What is wrong with me?

His mind had been to occupied to notice that the woman beside him had grabbed onto her clutch, straightened her dress, and- just as quickly as one moment had passed into another before- the limo stopped at a red light and Carmen swung the door open.

"What the fuck?" Styles yelled as he watched with wide eyes as the dark haired beauty fled into the street, her heels in her hand. It was all so sudden that he didn't have time to think. The limo started to move again and he was left alone and flustered.

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