chapter twelve

N.J.H.
The drive to wherever we were going was quite torturous. Harry was going on and on about how he'd been waiting for this day. Throughout his soliloquy he was getting slightly hard, as was I. Hearing him so frustrated and desperate made me so excited for the night to come.

We arrive at a castle-like hotel in record time, Harry grabbing my hand and basically doing half of the running for me. We look like mad-men dashing into the lobby, with our coats half on and our figures oddly arranged.

"Hi," he breathes, "Can we--I uh room 108 please! It's reserved under Styles!"

I wonder why he seems to be sounding so whiny and desperate in public until I realize he has a completely grown friend in his tight jeans. I feel myself tingle at the sight of his boner, but shake it off and try to remember everything Louis told me not to do during sex.

"Yes yes," the lobby attendant says, "How long is your stay going to be?"

"Just one night," I say quickly. She hands Harry the key and I'm being dragged to the elevator soon after. We wait there, antsy to get to our room and get on with things. Once Harry hears a ding I swear his eyes bulge and he has my arm again.

The elevator door shuts and the only sound audible is our breathing.

"Harry..."

"I can't fucking wait this long for the 25th floor."

The wind is knocked out of me as he pins my shoulders to the elevator wall and presses his smooth rosy thin lips to mine. All sounds in the small space are muted and the world around me disappears as Harry finally kisses me. Suddenly all the days I'd been waiting all fade away as it turns out, it was worth the wait. His sinful mouth against mine feels like velvet and smooth dark chocolate on my lips. The only feeling pulsing through my veins is pure ecstasy.

I kiss back so desperately I feel like a teenage whore. Harry just makes me react so differently when we make contact like this. Maybe it's the fact that he's younger than me but is so dominant and has this authorial aura around me.

When I feel his tongue poking at my teeth, the elevator door opens and we see we're finally on the 25th floor. I can barely think or walk straight as Harry pushes the door to the room marked 108. He shuts the door with his back and spins around, slamming my back against the wall.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this day," he growls, gripping my hips and pinning them to the door, which was getting quite a beating. His lips are on mine again, though this time he works his tongue in my mouth. I run my hands across his chest and rip his button-down shirt open, seeing a couple buttons fly off to the side.

"It's just a shirt," he mumbles while shaking it off, picking me up, and carrying me through the large suite. Harry bought a huge hotel room for us but part of me can't even focus on the room; just on Harry's raging hard-on.

He kicks the door to the bedroom open and drops me on the bed, climbing on top of me and gawking at me.

"God what?" I whine, fidgeting as I try to make myself comfortable. He only smiles and leans down to kiss me again,

"I dunno, you just look nice like this, with the moonlight blaring through the blinds and all."

We both laugh and he takes the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. He throws it to the side and leans in to kiss me again, this time a bit gentler as he unbuttons my jeans. Everything Louis taught me is suddenly reappearing in my train of thought and the first thing on the list is blowjobs.

Harry zips his pants down and takes his boxers down with them and suddenly all the fear I once had comes flooding back in my system. Louis never warned me about size, and Harry has what Nicki Minaj would consider a plus size anaconda.

My guess is that he senses my fear, because his hand is caressing my cheek in seconds.

"Hey hey," he says, "I'm not going to tear you in two, yeah? We'll take it slow, and use a lot of lube."

I give him a smile, just to reassure him, but it's no secret that I'm petrified. Harry takes off my pants (finally) and he lays down on the bed back first.

"What are you doing?" I say. He chuckles and gives me a smile,

"You really are virgin, aren't ya?"

Then it occurs to me that he kind of wants me to suck his dick. His large, monstrous inhuman dick.

"Okay okay," I say sassily. I sit on his legs and wrap a fist around him, pumping up and down. It's dry and it annoys me so I let go and spit on my hands, trying again. He bucks his hips up, almost knocking me on the floor, and I take it I'm doing something right.

"Baby I wanna feel your mouth," he hisses after awhile, "Your mouth..."

I see the pre-cum leaking out of his tip and my own erection twitches at the sight of it. I lick my lips and open my mouth, inching my mouth deeper and deeper until my face is right next to his balls. Harry is moaning loudly and I realize that I have his entire dick in my mouth. I move up and down, mimicking my actions from before. He's whining and tugging at my hair and I feel myself becoming desperate to be touched.

"Harry," I stammer quietly as he begins to scratch at my back, "fucking fuck me or something already."

He grunts and grips my shoulders, forcing me face first down onto the bed. I feel him trace my back with his fingertips and hear a quick smack as he slaps my arse.

"Oh, my lord." I gasp in surprise.

"You like that?" He asks. I nod and he chortles,

"We'll delve into it one day, promise." He says as he reaches over my naked body to pull out lube and a condom out of his pants pocket. The metaphorical boulder in my body drops to the pit of my stomach as Harry squirts lube on his fingers.

"Just gonna open you up yeah? It'll hurt less in the long run. Your asshole is tight right? I mean you'd know considering--"

"Yes yes," I grunt quietly, not wanting to reminisce on the dawn of my shower mastrubation, "I get it."

The familiar feeling of fingers in my hole isn't what ends up occurring. It feels majorly different, probably because all of Harry's body parts are fairly larger than mine.

This would include his fingers.

My breath hitches as a finger makes it's return back down my arse, and continues the same motion.

"Faster..." I whine. He obeys my plea and begins to move his finger faster. Eventually another one is added and I flash back to Louis' guest bathroom. I moan as he curls his fingers, hitting the same spot I did before, but quicker and better than I could ever attempt to do.

"Fuck me Harry," I gasp, "please please fuck me."

"What was that?" He mumbles in a low voice.

"Fuck me!" I scream, wanting to feel something other than fingers. I'm left empty and desperate as I hear the lube bottle being popped open again. I turn on my back and stroke myself as Harry covers his length in lubricant.

"Gonna go nice and easy for you, yeah?"

I nod and he smiles, kissing my lips again.

"You're perfect."

Harry aligns himself with my hole and soon I sense him pushing himself inside. I wince and tears form at the corners of my eyes. He kisses me all over my face and shoulder blades, whispering encouraging words and sweet nothings in my ear.

He stops moving and waits for me to give him an okay to continue. My body feels unexplainably full and it's exhilarating and all I can think of is that I could've had this wonderful feeling weeks ago.

I nod to Harry and he begins to thrust his hips in and out of me. My legs rest on his shoulder as he grasps the bed head and keeps moving.

"Your asshole is so fucking tight..." I hear him groan as he gradually begins to move faster. I squeak a little as the bed begins to move back and forth with Harry. I reach for my cock and begin to stroke my shaft propitiously. 

"More more more!" I scream out in ecstasy, "Faster for Christ's sake!"

And then Harry's pounding into my small body, making me move and jolt everywhere as I scream loud enough for neighboring rooms to call the manager on us. I feel myself coming close to the edge, my body reaching it's final peak of pleasure.

"Niall," Harry speaks for me, "I'm gonna come, babe I'm gonna come..."

I moan louder as he takes me in his hands and begins to move his hands quickly up and down my shaft until he releases himself in the condom. He pulls out, but keeps stroking my own erection until I'm coming in hard, far enough to reach my face.

I grimace as my own semen lands on my face and suddenly Harry is laughing heartily as I try to find a way to get it off.

We're both out of breath, trying to clean up while leaving our dicks pristine. It's not easy, considering we were both overstimulated from the moment we sped into the elevator. Harry pulls the condom off and ties it up, throwing it in a nearby trash bin.

"Here," he offers, "go in the bathroom yeah? We can try to get that stuff off your face and I'll bring your extra clothes."

I nod and enter the bathroom, which is directly behind me. I turn to sit on the counter, which is my first and last mistake.

"Holy shit my ass!" I shout, pain searing through my body. Harry enters almost immediately, only wearing a pair of black sweatpants and fluffy socks. He winces as he notices what I've done. 

"Yeah you're gonna be sore for awhile..." He whispers, handing me a pair of sweats. Of all the magnanimous things Louis told me, he did not tell me walking would be close to impossible for a month.

Harry sits me down on the counter (softly) and begins to clean off my face. Once he's done he throws the wet paper towel in the garbage and cradles my  face in his hands. I rest mine over his and his touch mitigates the pain.

He kisses me for the hundredth time tonight, but this time the feeling doesn't compare to the others. When he kisses me this time I feel repose. My heart ignites as his thumb rubs small circles in my right cheekbone and his curly hair tickles my left cheek. I drape my arms around his neck and I keep my eyes open, wanting to remember every single part of this moment. Harry's mouth moves smoothly against mine and the way he feels about me is finally lucid.

He really is in it for real. Harry wants me;

For me.

sorry omg that wasn't my best smut.