He's Irresistible (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Lacey didn't know that she would meet him. How could she? He was famous and she was normal. That didn't stop her from meeting him that fateful day. Harry had invaded her heart and dreams along with the rest of One Direction. Will their love blossom or will it be torn apart?


31. Damn!

Lacey’s POV

            As Harry is kissing me, he’s taking small steps backwards. He still has his arms around me and after a few steps, he falls back into his couch, pulling me down with him, and I’m lying on top of him.

            “I really do love you, Lacey. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to,” Harry says with my cheek against his palm.

            “Well that’s fine, but you don’t need to worry about that,” I say as I kiss him again.

            Any other guy would have been turned down, but not Harry Styles. I lightly press myself against him and his hands slide down to my hips, holding me to him. I slowly slide my hands under the bottom of his shirt and lightly trace the muscles of his stomach. A soft moan escapes his throat as he pulls away from me a little.

            “What’s wrong?” I ask nervously. I hope I didn’t mess anything up.

            He puts a finger to my lips. He sits up with me on his lap and smiles wickedly. I bite my bottom lip, wondering what he’s about to do.

Harry’s POV

            She bites her bottom lip and it just makes me want her more. I reach down to the bottom of my shirt and lift it over my head. Her eyes flash with a fire that I want to see again. I reach towards her and lift her dress over her head. She’s so perfect and I let my hands roam causing her to bite her lip again.

            I put one hand against her cheek and gently pull her face to mine. I kiss her softly and move my fingers across her bare back. She instantly responds to my touch and presses herself against me. I’m about to lose my mind.

Lacey’s POV

            Harry is driving me crazy with his soft caresses and his kisses. My self-control is slipping away quickly. I put my fingers in Harry’s belt loops and stand up. He’s pulled up with me and he backs me against the wall. I let my hands trail up from his pant line, skim across his abs, and continue up until my hands are rested on his bare chest.

            Harry shivers and slides his hands down to my hips again. He continues to let his hands slip behind me and he lifts me up while holding my thighs beneath my butt. I wrap my legs around his hips which pulls him even closer to me.

            Holding me up with one arm and reaching around me with the other, he unhooks my bra and kisses me again. Slowly he starts to kiss down my neck and along my collarbone. With every brush of his lips, a soft moan escapes my lips. I close my eyes and let myself enjoy the feel of his lips against my skin. When I open my eyes again, Niall is standing at the door with a big smile.

            “Sup hoes?!” he says loudly.

            I push Harry back, unwrap myself from him, and quickly put his shirt on to cover myself.

            “What the hell, Niall?! Don’t you know how to knock?!” Harry yells at him.

            “Don’t be a cunt, Harry.” Niall says, still smiling, “I came over to grab some clothes for Louis. He’s just going to stay the night with me.”

            “You still could have knocked,” Harry says while flipping him off.

            “Love you too, Mate,” Niall says as he disappears into Louis’ room.

            “Well that was awkward,” I say, walking over and sitting on the couch.

            I realize that I still have my shoes on, so I take them off and toss them on the floor in front of me. Harry sits next to me, runs a hand through his curls (oh hot damn), and puts one arm around me.

            “Yeah, but on the bright side, you look great in my shirt,” he says with a wink and a smile.

            I blush and cuddle close to him. Niall comes back out, waves goodbye, and leaves.

            “Why don’t we watch a movie?” Harry asks me.

            “Damn!” I say loudly.

            “What’s wrong,” he asks me, clearly confused.

            “Niall ruined everything when he just walked in!”

            “No he didn’t,” Harry says with an evil grin.

            My heart is about to race out of my chest as he gets up off the couch, picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, carries me to his room, and gently lays me on the bed.

            “I really do like my shirt on you, but I think I like it better when it is on the floor,” Harry says with a smile.

            I sit up, take the shirt off, and throw it on the floor. Harry touches my chest and my arms, and everywhere that his fingers touch me, my skin tingles. I undo his pants and he slides them off and onto the floor. With him in only his boxers, it is easy to see that he is ready to continue what we had started earlier. I slide my panties off and he removes his boxers.

            “Are you ready?” he asks me.

            I nod and pull him to me. He hovers over me for a few seconds and then slowly enters me. I gasp sharply and he stops.

            “I’m fine. Just don’t stop.”

            He begins to slowly move in and out. My hips instantly respond and I meet him thrust for thrust. He kisses my neck and my lips as he continues to move inside me. If this is what sex with Harry Styles is always going to be like, then I’m set for life.

*Two Hours Later*

            I rest my head on his chest and he kisses my forehead softly.

            “Wow!” I say in awe.

            “I agree,” he says, tilting my chin up to kiss me again.

            “I love you, Harry.”

            “I love you too, Baby.”

            I slowly drift off into blissful sleep with my amazing boyfriend’s arms around me.

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