Yes, Boss

nineteen.

Flora. 

I'm trying to choose which jacket to take as I pull on my shoes, deciding on the trench coat and zipping my overnight bag which will just about do up, I hear a car horn outside and grab my hand bag, slinging my holdall over my shoulder and padding down the stairs.

My mum and dad are in the kitchen, drinking tea and chatting as my dad half watches the golf. 

"I'm going now, Mr.Styles is outside, I'll be back Tuesday, don't miss me too much" I grin, embracing my mum and then my dad kissing them each on the cheek.

"Bye love! we'll have to meet this boss of yours one day, he's really taken you under his wing" my mum says, a proud smile on her face. I swallow with a smile, if only she knew. 

"Yeah, that he has" I say raising my eyebrows and dashing from the door as Harry honks again impatiently. 

"Jeez, alright" I mumble, hurrying down the drive to where Harry is parked at the end, leaning against the door, arms folded casually, dressed down in a pair of jeans, faded brown boots and a white shirt half unbuttoned, his hair tied loosely into a bun. He leans against a sleek black porsche with a familliar smirk, stepping forward to take my bag. 

"Morning" He nods, seemily in a good mood. I smile back politely. 

"Morning, Boss" I say handing over my bag and he takes it easily, tossing it into the boot and going round to the drivers side. 

"Excited?" He asks as he starts the engine with a dangerous rev. I look back to the house and see my parents at the window, looking away with a roll of my eyes staring at my lap as I see them wave, Harry clocks them, raising his hand to wave cheerfully, a charming smile at his lips. 

"Do you have to encourage them" I grumble as he speeds away, taking the turn at the end of my road sharply.

"Was that your mummy and daddy?" He chuckles, patronisingly , large hands gripping the wheel as he speeds towards the motorway for the long drive to Edinburgh, he has two chunky rings on his right hand. 

"Yeah.." I say quietly. 

"They seemed nice" He says a few minutes later smirking again. 

"Right" I say, grumpily. He turns to me, one hand on the wheel now as he drives the straight road at what must be over 70, enough to make me a little nervous. 

"Hey now, don't be stroppy with me darling" He says, scolding me smoothly, turning the radio up a little as he overtakes a lorry. 

"Must you drive so fast" I say quietly. 

"I'm not going fast, I'm doing the limit" He shrugs, stepping on it. Throwing me into the seat a little with a chuckle, jesus why did I get in a car with him. 

"You're clearly going 90" I say back. 

"God princess, loosen up, I'm a good driver" He shrugs, taking his hands off the wheel for a second with a devilish grin, he slams his breaks on with a laugh as we speed into the now snarled up traffic.

"Daddy won't let anything happen to you" He says. 

"What?" I say quickly.. did he just refer to himself as.. 

"Nothing, Princess" He hums under his breath, speeding up again as the traffic dissolves. I bite my lip nervously, just another five hours to go with his maniac driving. 

"You're so fucking adorable when you're frowning" He says, not long later as I focus on staring out the window, the rain spitting in tiny drops onto the windscreen. I blush, looking to him. 

"I'm not frowning" I grumble. He chuckles deeply, running a hand through his hair. 

"You definitely are" He says, watching me, meanwhile I'm wishing he had his eyes on the road.

I lean back against the head rest and close my eyes, at least he can't bother me if I'm sleeping. 

Well I tried to sleep, but I can't stop thinking about the weekend ahead, I'm not sure how long later I feel a hand on my leg, I flinch in surprise. 

"I knew you weren't asleep, your breathing was way too erratic" He says, his large palm moving to my inner thigh. I open my eyes fidgeting a little in my seat and looking to him with a discontented sigh, he licks his lips, smiling so his dimples appear. He runs his thumb gently over my inner thigh, I reach for his hand removing it from my thigh. 

"Boss, you're driving" I point out the obvious. 

"Who said men can't multi-task" He mumbles as I hold his wrist in a stale mate reluctantly, he sighs then moves his hand atop mine instead, covering it completely and moving it across to his crotch, I can reach easily over the gear stick of the small sportscar. I can feel his erection through his tight jeans.

"It's your fault for being so innocent, I just want to take care of you Princess" He says, biting on his plump bottom lip as he guides my hand firmly to rub his crotch. The sight of him so turned on kind of changes my mind a bit, at least maybe he'll slow up his dangerous driving. 

"Please" He says, his voice low, sounding kind of vulnerable. I nod, in agreement and he grins, concentrating on the road as I fiddle at his zipper. He raises his hips, lifting his butt up a little as he tugs his jeans down to reveal white Calvin Kleins, his dick outlined against the material, a slight damp patch already there, I massage my hand over the surface. 

"God stop teasing me already" He says, teeth gritted so his defined jawline is practically a right angle and his eyes are strictly on the road now. I tug at the elastic of the waist band, easing it down and freeing his cock, ghosting my fingers over it as he groans, accidentally putting his foot down. 

"Oh fuck it" I mumble, undoing my seat belt and leaning across pushing my hair over one shoulder, the gear stick digging into my rib as I place my lips around his cock as it hits the back of my throat, I under-estimated the motion of the car. 

"Jesus" He groans, clearly surprised too. I use my hand at the base too bobbing my head up and down, as his hand finds it's wait into my hair, tugging it as he grunts in frustration. Come on, come on. I think letting it touch my throat over and over again as he pushes his hips forcing me to deep throat, finally cumming with a loud moan, deep in his throat, I swallow straight away leaning back and into my seat as he pulls his boxers back on properly.

I wipe my lip with my thumb still gasping for breath and feeling a little bit queasy if I'm honest.

"I'm gonna.. drive slow now Princess, I promise" He manages to mumble.  

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Just wondered if you guys like the new cover or preffered the old one, I hope you like it okay my cover making skills aren't desirable let me know if you think I should change it back or not, also drive safe u guys I do not reccomend this kind of behaviour x

- Ro xxx