#workyourmagic

Tonight still feels like a fever dream. I was on stage being held by a criminally handsome man. A man who I now know as Harry Styles. I was brought backstage after the show and Harry’s face lit up when he saw me. He said he was scared I was going to leave without coming to see him. Part of me wanted to; I was an anxious mess and I had no idea what he wanted from me. The other part of my brain apparently was curious and also horny, so I lead with that.  

He had just gotten out of the shower, a towel hanging just below the fern tattoos on his hips, while a few water droplets slowly dripped down the butterfly ink on his stomach. My eyes were stuck there for a few seconds too long before he caught my attention. He called me “pretty girl” all night and something about it made me throb. It sounded so good coming out of his perfectly pink mouth. He walked closer to me and formally introduced himself. Something you normally do before you have your hands all over a woman, as you lick their neck, and whisper sweet nothings in their ear...but hey it’s Vegas.  

As I stood there, in Harry’s dressing room, I was wondering what was about to happen. I don’t do well with spur of the moment decisions. I’m not a fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl, and here I was, making bold moves...something I never do. Harry walked closer to me and slid his hand down the side of my cheek, cupping my jaw with his large hands.  

“Pretty girl you’re shaking.”

I am captain obvious, thank you for pointing that out.

“Yeah...I don’t really do things like this so I’m feeling way out of my league here.”

Harry smiled and nodded as his hand fell from my face, but his body was still close to mine. He looked down at me. His gaze so intent. It’s like with one look he could say so much without saying anything at all. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and at his mercy. My body was responding in all the right ways but my brain was screaming for me to bolt.  

“Can I kiss you? Maybe that will calm you down a bit.”

I wanted to laugh in his face. Calm me down? In what world?

But here I go again with the word vomit and the word “yes” fell out of my mouth, almost like I was begging for it.  

Harry dipped his head down leaning into me and his hand snaked around my back, pulling me into him. His lips met mine and my eyes closed. He slowly dipped his tongue in, tangling it with mine; he tasted of mint, like he just brushed his teeth. My hands started to move up and I grabbed his biceps, squeezing them as a moan left my mouth. Harry took my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it ever so gently, and then letting it go. His lips traced over my jaw and down my neck leaving open mouth kisses as he went along. My breathing was becoming erratic and I was having a hard time standing. I think Harry could tell because he quickly grabbed my arm and lead me over to the couch a few feet away. Harry’s mouth was on my ear, whispering sweet words as my body melted into the leather below me.

“You’re a dream pretty girl. You taste amazing. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Then don’t stop” I stated, with as much gumption as I could muster in this moment.

Harry looked at me with hunger and I knew where this was going.

“If at any moment you feel uncomfortable you tell me. We will stop at any time, do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” and Harrys hands were on me. He slowly pulled the straps of my dress down, exposing the black strapless bra underneath. His mouth worked its way down my chest, kissing and licking every inch of it as he unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor.  

I suddenly felt goosebumps erupting all over my body as Harry cupped my left breast, putting it in his mouth, as he slowly pulled me on top to straddle him. I couldn’t help but feel the hardness of his dick throbbing against my center through the towel that was still wrapped around his hips. He flicked my nipple with his tongue causing my breathing to pick up, and my head to fall back.

“You like that, huh?”

I nodded my head yes, trying to catch my breath as he moved his mouth to my other nipple, working it just the same.  

It has been so long since I’ve been with a guy, I could probably come just from this feeling alone, but I didn’t want to yet. This felt amazing and I wanted more.

I pulled myself back from Harry, climbing off of his lap, and standing in front of him. He continued to look at me, a curious gleam in his eye.

“What do you want pretty girl?”

I slowly begin to bring the dress down my body, sliding it off and letting it pool at my feet.  

“I want you, Harry.”  

He looks at me like he's going to devour me. My pussy is throbbing and I am soaked.  

“Please touch me.”

He wastes no time reaching forward to spin me back around, my back hitting the couch as he hovers over me and works his way down my body. His mouth is everywhere as his fingers loop into the sides of my panties and pulls them down. He leans up to get a good look at my naked body, and the moans that leave Harry have me clenching.  

“You’re stunning, Tris. I want to do so many things to this beautiful body of yours, but I’m going to take my time.”

I feel Harry’s fingers move up my slit and my breath hitches in my throat.  

“Please don’t stop,” I beg Harry, and he grins.

“You’re so needy and I love it…tell daddy how good that feels…yeah?”

Harry’s finger dips inside of me and my back arches off the leather couch, as I moan his name. He reacts to my body, knowing just what I need as another finger dips into my pussy, and his thumb is rubbing my clit tortuously slow.  

“Faster please, you feel so good,” I tell him as pants and moans fall from my mouth. I can’t get enough of him. I’ve never felt this good in my life and he hasn’t even fucked me.  

“You’re soaking wet baby, you gonna come for me?”

I feel my orgasm building and I know I’m not going to last much longer. Harry brings his face to mine, as he dips his tongue into my mouth, swirling with mine. He moans along with me as he works me towards my orgasm. He moves his fingers in a come-hither motion, hitting that perfect spot deep inside of me. I can't get enough of him.

“Harry…fuck…omg…”  

“That’s it, come for me pretty girl.”

And just like that, like he controlled every inch of my body, I’m coming. My head feels heavy and I’m seeing stars, my breathing is erratic, and I come all over Harry’s hand. Moans continue to fall from my lips as he guides me down from my high, the orgasm still coursing through my body.

I open my eyes and they meet Harry’s; he looks satisfied with himself but also like he’s starving and wants more. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and I immediately feel empty. He brings them up to his mouth, tasting my release that covers his fingers. I’m entranced by this. No man I’ve ever been with has been that bold, but for some reason I’m feeling turned on once again.  

“Tris, have you ever tasted yourself before?”  

Words aren’t forming. I’m just staring at Harry and finally shake my head no.  

“You’re so sweet baby, you want to have a taste?” He states as he brings his middle finger down to my mouth.  

“Open up.”

I obey and take his finger into my mouth, sucking my arousal off it. A deep moan falls from Harry’s lips as he enjoys the sight in front of him.

“You have no idea how fucking hot that is Tris.”  

I honestly don’t know what has gotten into me. I feel so insanely comfortable with this man…who I just met. He’s addictive in the best way.  

“Tris, I want to do so much more with you, but not here. I want to ruin you, have you screaming and moaning my name, as you beg me to stop because your sweet cunt just can’t take anymore. How does that sound?”  

My breath hitches in my throat as my jaw drops. I feel so out of my element but he’s saying all the right things. My body feels amazing and I want more of him.  

“Yes, please.”  

Harry smiles, as he walks to his wardrobe to get dressed. A pair of jeans and a band tee adorn his body. So casual but hot as hell.  

“Let’s go back to my place then, I have a condo about a mile away.”

In all of the bliss that’s happened tonight I forgot about my friends that are probably freaking the fuck out by now. I quickly send a group text letting them know I won’t be back to the hotel tonight, but not to worry. Hopefully they won’t send the police looking for me. I don’t wait for a reply as I throw my phone in my bag and turn my attention back to Harry.  

By this time, we’ve made it to his condo, it’s massive, and not far from the strip. Nerves are starting to creep back in but I calm myself best I can.  

“Are you hungry Tris?”  

We make our way through the living area and to his open kitchen with an enormous marble island in the middle. He grabs me by the waist, setting me on top of it as he plants a kiss to my lips, awaiting my answer.  

“Umm, I could eat,” I say with a giggle, as I kiss Harry back. Butterflies erupting in my stomach at the interaction.  

I make a mean breakfast quiche. Do you like breakfast for dinner? My eyes light up and I nod in reply, “brinner is my favorite actually.”  

“Well then you’re in for a treat pretty girl.”

Harry quickly gets to work making the quiche. He looks like a pro in the kitchen, mixing the egg, cream, salt, spinach, cheese, and spices into a bowl. He’s so entertaining to watch; I could stare at him all day. He makes everything look so effortless, and being in his presence like this has calmed the nerves that I first had when we arrived.  

Harry turns on some music as we sit and eat the delicious quiche he just made. The food begins to settle in my stomach while also causing a wash of exhaustion to go over my body. I’ve had an amazing night but I’m worn out. Harry’s eyes continue to watch me, intently, as he finishes his food.  

“Tris, you look tired, want to go to bed, love?”  

My tired eyes meet his and I nod. Also thinking that this is not how I planned for this night to go at all, but I’m thoroughly enjoying myself so I’m not going to over think it.

“I have a guest bedroom upstairs and down the hall, I’ll show you the way.”

A guest bedroom? He doesn’t want me to sleep with him? Hmm. Part of me is a little hurt, but I shouldn’t be surprised. Maybe I’m crazy for assuming he would be ok with just sleeping in the same bed as me. We make our way up the stairs as I follow closely behind him. We get to the end of the hall, a door on both the left and right side. Harry opens the one to the right and pushes it open. “Sleep well Tris, I’m just across the hall so let me know if you need anything, ok?”

I look up at Harry, not wanting to go into this room alone. Maybe he’s just being respectful since we just met and he doesn’t want to put any pressure on me. Who knows, but I never will unless I say something.

“But what if I wanted to sleep with you tonight?”