...

"So basically..." Niall sipped on his coke. "He lured you down into the janitor's cellar, kissed your neck, you kissed his neck, he kissed your body all over and then you were about to have sex with the person you hate the most in the entire school but was ultimately interrupted by the janitor?"

"It would be wrong to say he lured me."

It was the night of the same day that it had all happened, and I had just told Niall all the details after he had whined about it throughout the entire evening. Thankfully I had been able to keep it a secret from the rest of our friends, and I was planning to keep it like that for as long as possible.

"I'm confused..." he began. He was repositioning on his bed when he paused, looking just as baffled as he stated. He continued while scrunching his nose, "You've always talked about how much you think people are stupid for letting him fuck them, and now you're–"

"Please don't remind me...I'm—I know that it's wrong because of what I've said and because of what I originally think of him but... It's just what I'm feeling..." I sighed. My head sloped back down in my pillow as I was feeling embarrassed and frustrated at the same time. The image of Harry and his naked torso appeared in my head. I whined, "He's...so attractive."

"Okay. Don't take those feelings out on me."

"I want him."

"Jeez! Shut. Up."

"Ugh." I rolled over in the bed to look at him. Pouting, I went, "Do you think I'm a hypocrite?"

"No," he said, genuinely. It was definitely refreshing to hear him say that. "You're only confusing. But. If it's just your sexual desire, I think I can understand."

"I mean...he's still...Harry Styles," I muttered. With that I meant; A boy-toy who has slept around with half the school and is the most arrogant, pretentious, narcissistic prick you will ever meet. "But he's also sexy as hell."

He snorted. "I can't believe you're being so honest about this. You-a-month-ago would vomit over you-now."

"I know." My forehead scrunched up as I rolled over again, my face mushing down into my pillow. "It's my dick talking."

...

The next day I received texts all the way through first period—and every time I felt the device vibrate in my pocket another butterfly seemed to pop into my tummy. It was satisfying, but I was pissing myself off at the same time. I still didn't want to admit that I enjoyed it, but it was impossible.

I brought my phone out under the table to check the most recent notifications on the display.

HARRY: Can't stop thinking about your lips on my neck...

HARRY: And the way you smell...

HARRY: And how I wanna take you right here in this staffroom...

I discreetly typed under the table.

ME: I'm in class.

HARRY: And you still replied. ;)

ME: So?

HARRY: Breaking rules for me. ;)

ME: Shut up.

I smiled at the display.

HARRY: Meet me at lunch?

Looking up from my desk, I faked focusing on the blabbering professor in front of the board and took a deep breath before going back to focus on Harry's request. While chewing on my lip, I typed in my response.

ME: Your dorm?

...

Time had just passed half one when I was knocking on the door that belonged to Styles and Payne (which was stated on the sign that was glued onto it). I was anxious where I stood, but I was so needy that when the door flew open I didn't even hesitate to throw myself over him—harshly kissing his neck and tugging his shirt upward.

"J-Jesus Christ." While palming his hand on my back as I clambered over him, he shut the door behind us. Just when I managed to pull his shirt over his head he paced backwards to the bed and sat down with me sloping down on his lap. His fingers traced along my sides as I started subtly humping him where I was sitting, the heavy breathing that was coming from his mouth turning into gasps as he removed the shirt from my torso. He continued, "I thought you said this wasn't right."

He was questioning my intentions again, and because I did not know what I was doing myself, it irritated me. For that reason I decided not to give him an answer and developed my humping by pushing him into a laying position and placing hard kisses all around his neck and jawline. When I brought my face closer to his hair I could tell that he had washed it this morning, so I buried my nose into it and kissed his scalp as well.

"You're gonna kill me..." he mouthed, breathless and out of control of his own actions.

I was unbuckling his belt when he finally sat up a little to pull me and himself further up on the bed, allowing us both to be more comfortable with the position. I let his leather belt slide off of his pants and threw it on the floor before focusing my attention on the growing package Harry was carrying beneath that flyer. My fingers fumbled over the fabric and unbuttoned it before pulling the zipper down completely.

"You have to promise not to tease me about this," was the first sentence that left me since I had entered the room.

I was tearing down the jean fabric when he responded with a chuckle, "I can't promise that."

My eyes shot up to his hungry and captivating ones. "I'm only doing this for myself."

Harry smirked. "Well, go on, sweet cheeks. I'm not gonna stop you."

I had removed his jeans from his legs when I moved on to my own. Harry was observing me as I undressed and he was practically drooling when he watched me get in position in only my boxers. With one knee on each side of his hips, I slid my fingers down his happy trail, slowly grazing them along the waistband, and curiously eyed the seemingly rock hard—may I add ginormous—body part that was wordlessly begging to be released from his tight boxers.

With both my hands, I pulled down the waistband in one drive until they were down his thighs—and wow, I had never seen a cock that size in my entire life. With curious eyes I watched it sway as it broke free from his underwear before steadily pointing straight up in the air like a tower. A tall tower.

I struggled to bite my tongue, because everything inside me wanted to praise him for keeping that gift between his legs—because what normal person had a thing like that hiding in their pants all day? But I did not want him to feel that pride, so instead I grasped my fingers around the throbbing shaft, clenched my fist to hold it tightly in my grip and felt him instantly twitch against my touch.

I found it immensely satisfying to listen to Harry's whimpers and gasps as I started bobbing my fist around his cock—so much that it was making mine visibly poke inside my boxers. The pace of my hand decelerated and I grazed my thumb against his thick vein on the underside, rubbing it back and forth to get a decent reaction from the boy. As a result, he squirmed his bum into the the mattress and released the moan that he had been holding in ever since I laid my hands on him.

After having touched him for way too long he stopped me by ordering for me to remove my underwear. I did as he said, repositioned before him and watched him admire our cocks clashing together as I dove my bum down in his lap. He was tearing the condom packet open as he spoke for the second time that amongst five minutes.

"Finger yourself."

I was in no position to go against his orders. I wouldn't have dared to—and I certainly didn't want to either. I had previously said that I was only doing it for myself, but in that moment I also felt the urge to satisfy his needs in the best way possible.

The lube that Harry poured onto my fingers helped me let them slide inside my ring with no effort. My eyes were rolling back in my head as I pushed in further, pumping all three in and out in a reasonably fast pace. I allowed myself to look at Harry when I pulled them out to instead smear the excess product around the hole to make it slippery.

He looked like he was high. It seemed as though listening to my whimpers and watching me pleasure myself was the hardest drug he had ever taken.

He had already put the condom over his firm erection when I placed both my hands over his broad shoulders and let him adjust his lubed up cock between my arse cheeks. As I felt the head graze against it I let his name roll off my tongue for the first time in forever.

"Oh, Harry..."

I watched him bite his lip. "Sit tight, baby boy."

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