My shift at the Deli had just ended, and I walked out of the shop to hail a cab. I turned my head to the left, spotting a cab driving in my Direction. Right as I was about to raise my hand, my phone started blaring out Live While We're Young. Only one person was assigned to that ringer, so I knew it was Harry. Forgetting about the cab, I picked up my phone and clicked Accept Call.
"Hey Harry. What do you need, love?"
"Vienna? Hey. I need you. Like, right now. Meet me at the downtown theatre, you know, the one we had our first date at. Hurry, please!" Harry's voice floated through the phone. I knew nothing was wrong, he just probably wanted me to pick something up for him from the store or something. They had a small show going tonight at a local theatre. The theatre held about 200 people, and wasn't very big. Whatever, a venue is a venue I guess.
Great. I thought, now I have to find another cab. My luck was with me then because I saw a taxi driving up the road. My hand flew out, and the driver changed into the parking lane. I quickly slid into the back seat of the cab and told the driver the address of the theatre I needed to be at. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived. I handed the lady the $17 she had asked for, and picked up my purse.
Escaping the stuffy, smelly and slightly damp cab, I walked up to the front of the theatre. I flashed my ID at the body guard and informed him that I was Harry Styles' girlfriend. He let me in, and I found Harry sitting alone on the stage. His feet were dangling over the edge of the stage, and his head was down.
"Harry?" I called.
His head snapped up when he recognized my voice, and jumped off the stage to meet me on the stairs that sloped gently to the side of the seats.
"Hey! Finally, you're here! The show starts in 2 hours, and I'm horny as fuck." He breathed. One thing I loved about Harry was he was always straight to the point. He never beat around the bush.
"And you want me to take care of your little.. erm... problem for you, don't you?" I grinned, looking down at his center.
"You know me so well!" He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I love you, Vienna!" He giggled like a little girl. Hand in hand, we walked toward the stage. He hopped up, and turned around to grab my hand. To his surprise I was already up on the stage, and he just threw me a crooked smile and turned around. We headed backstage and into their dressing room. Right when I was in, he flipped the lights on and locked the door. I turned around and saw him standing with his hands against the door, and body pressed up against the wooden frame. His eyes were dark green, filled with lust, and were soaking up the shape of my body.
"Are you going to do something, or just rape me with your eyes?" I asked sarcastically. He let out a feral little growl before pushing me, gently, down on the red leather couch. I was on my back, and he crawled up ontop of me. He slung his leg over my hips so he was straddling me, and pressed his lips up against my neck. A soft moan escaped me, and I felt his lips curl up against the tender skin of my neck. I laid under him awkwardly, and decided it would be a good idea to do something. So I draped my arms around his neck, and pulled his face up to mine.
Our lips danced together, and our gasping breath lingered in the close confines of our faces. I peeked down and looked into the middle of his jeans, and smirked at him, amused.
"What? How can you blame me? I've got this hot, American supermodel under me. Don't even tell me you wouldn't get a girl boner from it!" He defended himself. I pushed him down so his black was flat against the leather of the couch, and started to unbutton his shirt slowly. When his shirt was unbuttoned, I decided to leave it on and work my way down to his waist. I left little kisses and love bites all down his chest. When I reached the elastic of his boxers, I didn't hesitate to pull his jeans and the breifs down as one.
His member popped out of his jeans, glad to be out of the tight confines of Harry's tight skinny jeans. The head was slightly red, and I knew he was about to burst without contact. I gripped his member in my hands, and stroked it gently. He let a soft moan out, and I squeezed his head. His breath caught in his throat, and he bucked his hips forward a little bit. I looked up at Harry and he was slightly flushed. His eyes were a soft, smouldering color of dark green that I could get lost in if I didn't pay attention to what I was doing. We stared into eachother's eyes and he gently rocked his hips foreward, reminding me of what was happening.
I snapped out of my little daze and grazed my lips up and down the underside of his member. When I heard him grunt out of frustration, I wrapped my lips around the head of it. He sighed, glad that he was finally going to get some action, and that his tease of a girlfriend knew what he needed. I bobbed my head up and down gently, letting it slide cleanly down my throat. My hand wrapped around what I couldn't fit, but I was determined. I pulled it out, and looked at him straight in the eye, hoping there was something in it that would tell me specifically what he wanted. Disgruntled, I returned to bobbing my head up and down,and I realized what he wanted.
His slow thrusts upward into my mouth, the hands that were now tangled into my hair.
I gathered my senses, and pushed him in further. I felt him hit the back of my throat, and he gasped a little, aware of what I was doing. I slid him down further, until my nose hit his skin, and swallowed. He moaned loudly, and gasped my name. When I let my throat relax, I realized that deepthroating someone wasn't actually that complicated. My head resumed bobbing up and down, and I made sure that I made it all the way down his shaft.
His breath had accelerated quite a lot, and he had started to thrust into my mouth, causing me to gag, but I urged him on. Right before he released, he pushed my head back so I was no longer on him. He motioned me to lay down, and I knew he was going to fuck my face. I opened my mouth, and put my hair behid my head so he wouldn't kneel on it, and he slipped in. He started slowly, but when I didn't break eye contact, he sped up. Every once in a while he would pull out so I could take a breath, but then he would plunge back in. In minutes he was gasping again, and moaning very loudly. My hands were on his thighs and his thrusts were getting sloppy, giving me the indication that he was near his climax. I felt his tip twitch and I prepared to swallow the load, but he pulled out and squirted it onto my face and into my mouth. I moaned when the warm liquid hit my hot skin and I saw him smirk crookedly.
"I love you baby." He said, and leaned in to kiss my lips softly. And in that moment, someone was knocking on the door. Banging on the door, actually.
"HARRY, LISTEN I UNDERSTAND YOU NEED RELEASE BUT THE SHOW IS IN AN HOUR AND LOU (The stylist) IS GETTING NERVOUS ABOUT NOT HAVING TIME TO DO YOUR HAIR. HURRY UP!!" Louis screamed from the other side of the door. I looked up to Harry who was sporting a beat red blush, and I knew I looked the same.
