20 Days *1 Day Left*

"You want me. Every inch of your body wants me," he hissed, "You want me to touch you. You want me to fuck you". "You have twenty days left, Styles," I whispered looking at his delicious lips. "But you don't", he smirked and pushed me to his bed.


10. Day Four: Wanting More

“Come sit in my lap,” he said. My heartbeat kicked up a notch. Did he just say that? “Just do as I say. It’s not like you have a choice.” I gulped in and slowly walked to where he was sitting. A settee near the glass door of the balcony. He had been reading before I came. I never expected Harry Styles to be a book-reader kind of a guy. But then again, appearances can be deceptive.

I sat down on his lap, my left arm against his hard torso. He snaked his arm across my waist. He smirked. God, that infuriating smirk!

“Is that it?” I asked boringly, but I knew the answer to my question. He wanted more. This was not even the beginning of what he wanted.

He looked into my eyes. His grey eyes boring into mine. With his free hand, he placed it against my neck. He pulled me in close to him. His lips barely touching mine.

“You know that’s not it, Keita,” he murmured against my lips, sending shivers down my back. Just an ‘R’, why can’t he call my name correctly? But that thought hardly mattered when he placed an open-mouthed kiss on mine.

His tongue slithering inside my mouth trying to dominate mine. His arms snaking up inside my top and bra, pulling it over my head. With his hands on my waist, he pulled me towards him. Even though I wasn’t supposed to like this, I loved it. A lot. Too much for my own good.

Then, slowly he traced his fingers against my thigh going deeper and deeper. I could hear myself moan against his mouth. With one quick motion, he pulled down my underwear as easily as he had before. I felt glad that I wore a skirt today. His hands moved deeper and deeper when I could feel exactly where they were. Just between my legs.

“Harr-” I tried to speak but he had pulled my mouth into his again. I couldn’t fight that.

His slowly kneaded there with his hand making my whole body heated up. His hand became faster and harder.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded in-between kisses. I complied with his wishes. Opening it for him.

I could feel his smirk against my lips as I did so. He became yet faster and harder. Sweet Jesus, it was so good. I moaned. I guess it was loud, because he kissed me harder than ever to shut me up.

“Harry,” I moaned. I could feel the pressure building up. His lips trailed downwards to my breasts. Placing his mouth on one of them and suckling my breast, only built up this strange pressure that I felt that I couldn’t stand anymore. He licked it with such ferocity that I felt that I would get eaten up by him. Oh, I would have loved that!

He took away his hand and placed it behind my knees, the other hand behind my neck and carried me to his bed, kissing my neck. He lay on top of me, pulling down the skirt. His weight, delightful. He thrusted his body against mine, as he kissed and licked my breasts. I couldn’t help but moan with a weird pleasure that I was receiving. Soon, he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. Sweet Jesus, yes!


Twenty days.

I suddenly broke free from his grasp and covered myself with a blanket that I found. Despite my efforts to cover my body, everything was visible to his eye. And if it wasn’t. He had already seen everything. And felt everything.

There was a silence between us. I knew from his face that he had intended to fuck me. He wanted me to lose. Because, we both knew he was right when he said, “If I fuck you, I’ll win anyway.”

I picked up my clothes from various parts of the room, trying to avoid his gaze. But it was impossible. His gaze was on me. At all times.

“You’re disgusting,” I whispered to him when I bent over to pick up my skirt.

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