Harry’s mouth was hot and luscious as it trailed down the length of Shay’s neck. She was straddling over his lap in the backseat of his Jeep and she could feel herself pressed against his hardness. A fact that only turned her on even more. It was now the third night where Shay was “at Rachel’s” as far as her parents were concerned – when in reality she was making out with Harry in his Jeep in the secluded wooded area he took her to the first night.
“Oh my god, Shay. You are so sexy,” Harry groaned against her collarbone, with his hands up inside her bra.
She wasn’t exactly comfortable with being topless out in the open – even if the place was wooded, so Harry had to live with her shirt on. At least she unhooked her bra so he had easier access.
“Oh my god,” he moaned as he lifted her shirt up so he could put his mouth on her.
“Mmm,” Shay moaned, bucking her hips into him.
“Godddd,” he groaned because she was rubbing herself against him.
“Is that too much?” Shay asked, looking into his eyes thinking she took it too far.
“No, no. It’s… oh god. It’s good,” he breathed heavily.
Shay scraped her fingernails lightly up his bare chest before bucking her hips against him again.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed, leaning his head back. So she did it again.
“You’re going to kill me, Shay,” he breathed, grabbing her tightly in his arms before he maneuvered her onto her back on the seat.
He positioned himself between her legs and began kissing her heavily again. Shay was wearing a skirt, in which he had hiked completely up and was enthusiastically feeling up her upper leg and ass area.
“What am I going to do with you?” Harry chuckled leaning his head against her forehead.
“I don’t know. Whatever you want?” Shay said, biting her lip. His eyes widened for a moment before he smirked at her.
“Don’t say things like that, Shay. Not unless you’re really ready,” he told her.
“I mean, like… there are things I am ready for,” she said.
“I… I’ve noticed,” he smirked at her.
“Am I… am I being too forward?” She asked, swallowing hard.
“No, no. I just… this is… you make me so… uhh,” he groaned.
“I make you so… uhh?” Shay smirked at him.
“You turn me on, Shay. A lot,” he said.
“You turn me on too, Harry,” she smirked at him, feeling a blush creep up her face.
“Mmm,” he hummed against her lips as he kissed her.
And then she felt his hand move from her outer leg to her inner thigh. He was moving forward. His hand slowly moved over her mound, cupping it in his hand. Her breathing hitched in her throat, thus breaking their kiss.
“Is this… is this okay?” He whispered.
“Uh-huh,” she said sounding entirely too breathy for her liking.
His lips came back down to kiss her, but she couldn’t concentrate on it with his hand on her the way it was. Their kiss broke and he buried his face in the nape of her neck as his fingers worked their way inside the top of her panties. Shay felt his lips kiss the sensitive skin at her neck and it sent a shiver over her body. Her brain was racing and her heart was beating in her throat. She was trying hard not to tense up as his fingers slowly explored her.
“Oh my god,” Shay breathed lowly.
“Are you okay? Is this okay?” Harry whispered in her ear.
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed as she bit her lip.
“Good,” he breathed, letting his face fall back down in the crook of her neck.
The moment his fingers went inside of her, she let out a ragged breath. His movements sped up slightly and he leaned up, kissing her lips. With his free hand, he pushed up her shirt, exposing her breasts as his mouth came down to work over them. He was driving her crazy. She was surely going to lose it.
“Oh my god,” Shay panted.
Suddenly, his hand came up and out of her underwear and he ceased his mouth movements. Panic spread over her, thinking someone caught them. Shay’s eyes shot open looking at him as he sat up on his knees.
“Can I…?” He asked as his hands gripped onto the sides of her underwear.
Shay nodded her head, feeling relief as she let him pull the garment down her hips. She lifted up so he could pull them off. It was dark, but the moonlight was enough – they could see each other perfectly.
“God, Shay. You are beautiful,” Harry said as his hand moved over her.
“Oh my god,” Shay breathed again, running her hands through her hair.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She couldn’t believe she had someone like Harry to do this with.
“Would you… would you be okay with my… my mouth?” He asked.
“Your mouth?” Shay choked out, feeling kind of queasy. The butterflies in her stomach were killing her.
“Yeah. I mean… if you’re not comfortable…” He started.
“It’s… it’s okay,” she stammered.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do,” he told her.
“It’s okay, Harry,” Shay breathed out her consent.
“Okay,” he said, kneeling down on the floor of the Jeep.
Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Was this happening? Was this real life? Shay was certain she was dreaming.
When Harry’s mouth met her womanhood, she knew she was going to lose her mind, in the best way possible. It was such a foreign experience. No one had ever been this close to her – it was crazy.
But god. Oh my god. It felt amazing.
“Oh my god,” Shay breathed, swallowing hard.
“Does it feel good?” He asked.
“Mmm,” she moaned quietly.
“Good,” he said going back to what he was doing.
Mother of God. She was going to lose it.
“Oh my god, Harry. Oh my god,” Shay said, getting squirmy because of the sensations that were shooting through her. Sensations she had never ever felt before. Her whole body was reacting to him.
“Just relax,” he told her.
She tried. She really tried. But it was all so new to her.
“Oh my god,” she gasped loudly – louder than before, as he body nearly convulsed below him.
“Are you okay?” He snickered, looking up at her.
“Oh my god, Harry. I don’t think… I don’t think I can handle anymore,” she breathed heavily, her heart racing a mile a minute.
“Are you sure?” He asked, looking concerned.
“Uh-huh,” she said, swallowing hard. Her mouth was so dry, there wasn’t much to swallow.
“Okay,” he said, sitting back on his legs.
“Oh my god,” she said as she sat up, the muscles in her legs feeling stiff and tired. Harry sat down next to Shay in the backseat.
“Did you like it?” He inquired.
“It was… I’ve never felt anything like it before,” Shay told him honestly. She really couldn’t find any other words to describe it.
“Shay?” Harry asked.
“Hmm,” she answered, still trying to compose herself.
“Have you ever had an orgasm before?” He asked curiously.
“Uh… I don’t know,” she stammered, suddenly feeling extremely inexperienced.
“You would know. I’m certain you would know if you had one,” he said, smirking at her.
“No, I guess,” she said with a shrug. He smiled at her licking his lips quickly.
“Next time, you should let me finish,” he told her with a quirk of his eyebrow.
“Next time?” She choked out, her stomach doing flips. He wanted to do it again? She never thought a boy would ever want to do that to her, and Harry wanted to do it again.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling at her. Shay nodded, trying to wrap her brain around all of it.
“You did like it, didn’t you?” He asked again.
“I did,” she told him. She really, really did.
“I’m glad,” he smiled at her, leaning over to kiss her quickly.
“You should wear skirts more often. You’ve got hot legs,” he smiled at her, as his hand rubbed her inner thigh. Shay chuckled nervously.
“And they’re easy access,” she pointed out.
“That too,” he chuckled.
The next day in school, every time Shay saw Harry, she would blush and smile at him. Just last night he had his hands and mouth on her – on her pleasure areas. Every time she saw him, the heat would pool between her legs. She kept wondering if it was normal. Was it normal to be that attracted to someone?
Harry came over after school – to hang out with Louis of course. Shay sat with them for a while as they played video games, but decided it was almost torturous being that close to Harry and not being able to touch or kiss him. The night lagged on. It was Friday and Harry was sleeping over, so there was no night time rendezvous in the woods for them. She would need to wait until the middle of the night and hope Harry was thinking the same thing she was by meeting up in her room.
When Shay woke up to Harry crawling into bed with her, she knew he was thinking the same thing all along. He was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, but immediately removed his t-shirt when she rolled over to greet him.
“Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi,” she said, smiling up at him before he leaned down to kiss her lips.
Shay wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closely to her. Their tongues danced around together in the hollow their mouths made and she was already getting into it as she pulled Harry down flush against her body. She definitely dressed for him – wearing only a scant tank top and a pair of panties. It was the least amount of clothing they had ever worn with each other and the friction their bodies made with each other was killing her slowly.
“Oh god…” Shay breathed as Harry pressed himself against her.
He started a slow, sweet rhythm against her that had her panting almost immediately. Both of them were breathing heavily and she couldn’t handle the way her body felt. It was insane the amount of different sensations that were shooting through her.
“Oh my god,” Shay breathed, breaking their kiss again.
And out of nowhere, Harry pulled himself away from her, hovering above her.
“Oh, man,” he said, rolling onto his back next to her, pushing his fingers through his hair.
“Are you okay?” she asked, concern lacing her words.
“Mm-hmm,” he breathed, nodding his head.
Shay nodded her head too, looking up at the ceiling trying to build up enough saliva to be able to swallow again.
“Have you… have you ever given a… a blow job?” Harry stammered. Shay’s breathing hitched in her throat, panic growing in the pit of her stomach. She knew she looked terrified, but she couldn’t help it.
“Shay, you don’t have to. I’m… I’m just asking,” he said, turning to look at her.
“I… I have… once,” she admitted, feeling her face heat up with her confession.
Her ex Ricky. It was awkward and weird because she didn’t have a clue what she was doing and he wasn’t much into helping her along. It was just a shitty experience.
“I… I don’t think I’m very good at it,” she said with a shrug. She could feel her cheeks burning, hoping Harry couldn’t see it through the darkness.
“I can’t imagine you’d be bad at it,” he told her.
“I don’t know. It was awkward. I didn’t really know what I was doing,” Shay admitted, feeling so ridiculous.
“There’s really not much to it. If you’re… if you’re willing, I could… you know… guide you,” he told her, his voice calm and quiet.
“Yeah,” she said, nodding her head. Honestly, she was willing to try just about anything with Harry. He was just so inviting, so magnetic.
“I mean, seriously Shay. You don’t have to. It’s just… I don’t know… a suggestion,” he told her with a shrug of her shoulders.
“I want to,” she told him, and she did.
“You do?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah,” she said with a shy smile.
“Okay,” he said finally, smiling back at her.
“Okay,” she said, sitting up on her knees.
Shay couldn’t believe she was about to see Harry Styles completely naked. Like Rachel said, there were plenty of girls who would kill to be doing this with him.
As Harry pushed down his boxers, revealing himself to her, Shay held her breath. When her eyes took it all in, she exhaled slowly. She couldn’t help but point out to herself that Harry was much bigger than Ricky was. She bit at her lip, trying to hide the smile that worked over her mouth.
“Just… you know… however…” He said.
“Oh… yeah,” she said, focusing on the appendage in question.
“Just don’t, you know, tell all your buddies about how you got a terrible blow job,” Shay said, trying to make a joke out of it as she smirked at him.
“Shay, I would never…” Harry said sincerely. She nodded her head as her hand wrapped around it.
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as she slowly began to pump it. She’d given Ricky enough hand jobs to know exactly what she was doing in that area. Shay decided to just go for it, licking her lips before she wrapped her mouth around the head of his penis, continuing to work her hand up and down. Harry let out a low moan deep within his throat.
“That’s good,” he breathed.
Shay let her saliva work as a lubricant as she wrapped her lips around her teeth, bobbing her head a bit before she came up, licking him.
“Jesus, Shay,” he breathed lowly.
“What? Is it bad?” She asked, feeling almost scared.
“It’s amazing,” he smiled at her.
She smirked proudly at him and went back to what she was apparently doing well. His words and moans gave her the confidence to continue and made her feel sexy, so she kind of got into it.
“Fuck,” he groaned as she dipped her mouth down almost the entire length of him.
She bobbed her head in multiple successions on him and his body began to shake. She knew he was close to finishing, so she sped up.
“Fuck, Shay. Oh my god. Oh my god. Okay,” he said, pulling her mouth off of him.
He spilled all over his stomach and she bit at her lip, watching it all unfold. He was magnificent.
“Oh my god, Shay,” Harry said, running his fingers through his hair. Shay giggled.
“That was so good. My god,” he breathed, looking over at her.
“I… I’m glad,” she smiled at him.
“Do you… do you have something I can clean myself up with?” He asked awkwardly.
“Yeah, hold on,” she said, getting out of bed. She grabbed the box of tissues that was on her dresser and brought it to him. He cleaned himself up, with a smile on his face.
“Come here,” he said, holding open his arms.
Shay crawled up to him and cuddled up in his arms. They just lay in her bed in the dark holding each other. When her eyes opened again, sunlight was peeking through her window. She was still contently wrapped up in Harry’s arms.
“Harry! Harry, get up. Fuck. Fuck,” she said, shaking him awake.
“Hmm?” He asked, opening one eye to look at her.
“You’ve got to get up. You’ve got to get out of here,” she said panicking.
“Wha… what time is it?” He asked.
“Fuck, I don’t know. Time for the sun to be up. Get up, seriously. Oh my god. You’re still naked. Shit,” she said.
“Hey, hey, hey. Just calm down,” he said, reaching out his hand to grasp her, unsuccessfully.
“Oh my god,” she said, running her hands through her hair.
“It’ll be okay,” he said, pulling himself up, finding his boxers. He stood up, pulling them on. And then his shirt.
“It’s only six am on a Saturday, Shay. We should be fine. I’ll just go out to the living room and pretend that I slept out there,” he told her as she still was internally panicking.
“Yeah. Yeah,” she said, nodding her head. He grabbed her arms.
“We’ll be fine,” he said calmly.
“I just don’t want Louis to find out like this. And my dad… fuck,” Shay groaned.
“We’ll be fine,” he said again, more sternly than before and Shay nodded. Harry kissed her sweetly before he turned to leave her bedroom.
“We’ll be fine,” he smiled at her before closing the door behind him.
Shay sat down on her bed, just waiting for the raising of voices once Harry exited her bedroom. But nothing came. And she slowly relaxed, letting her body crawl back into bed. She missed Harry’s body heat entirely too much, it made her sad. When she couldn’t get back to sleep, she drug herself and her large blanket from her bed out to the living room. Harry was laying on the couch, curled up with the small afghan from the sofa wrapped around him.
“Psst,” she said, a smile on her face. Harry turned to look at her and smiled immediately.
“Can’t sleep?” He asked, smiling widely at her and she nodded.
“Me neither,” he sighed, scooting over a bit to make room for her on the couch.
“Move your feet,” she said and he did. Shay sat down with him on the couch cuddling up with her large blanket.
“Share?” He asked pulling the blanket toward himself.
Shay nodded and let him take some of it as she turned on the TV. For a moment she questioned whether or not being on the couch with him would be construed as sexual or not, but in the end she decided it was innocent enough. It might have been something she and Harry did before they started hooking up.
Shay and Harry got comfortable on the couch, her head on one end and his on the other. Before she knew it, Harry’s body heat and the quiet sound from the TV had lulled her back to sleep. And everything was perfect.