Halloween. The perfect time to dress up like a slut and no one will care about it. I'm not usually the slutty type, but I know that Harry will be at that party, and the only way to grab a mans attention these days is to show lots of skin. And let's face it, the idea of Harry looking at me with such a tiny dress on is hot.
I grab the small red dress out of my closet, and struggle to pull it over my head. I'm going as a devil, because basic white bitches all go as cats. Next comes the thigh high red stilettos, and the devil horns.
I don't spend too long on my makeup, just some dark eyeshadow, contoured cheeks and red lips to finish off the look.
"Bye Ellie!" I shout to my roommate.
"Have a great time (y/n)." She shouts back. She's not the parting type, so I always go alone. But I'm not complaining, because I'm sure she would loose respect for me if she knew how much of a slut I could become after a few drinks.
I can hear the music vibrating through the car as I turn into the long drive.
"Whoa!" I exclaim as the massive house comes into view. "Harry lives here?" I ask myself in amazement. It's the first party I've been to at his house. I find a place to park in the huge gardens and walk up to the front door, still shocked by the size of the house.
I am quickly swallowed by the crowds of bodies, moving to the thumping music. At some point a drink is thrust into my hand, and I welcome the cool burn of vodka as it slides down my throat. I spot Harry across the room, and slowly make my way over to where he is standing.
Around 12 girls are trying to get his attention, but he just looks bored as he sips his drink.
"H-hm" I clear my throat, and all 13 pairs of eyes snap over to me. Harry's eyes meet mine only briefly, before scanning me up and down, spending extra time on my exposed cleavage and upper thighs.
"Well hello there." He says putting his drink down, a smirk on his face as his eyes meet mine again. God, his deep voice drives me insane.
"You wanna dance." I ask boldly, a smirk on my face to match his. He doesn't even bother answering, just walks toward me and places his hand on my butt as we turn around. I hear the girls protest behind us as we walk away.
We find a slightly less crowded spot and he turns to face me.
"I would take your hand a guide you in a Waltz, but I'm sure that's not the type of dancing you had in mind." God, would he get that sinful smirk off his face because it's making me ache so badly.
"I'm not into the traditional gentleman bullshit." I say, before turning so my back is pressed against his front. He grunts slightly as he presses his crotch against me when I start moving my body to the music.
"Oh. My. God." He moans, gripping my hips so tightly I know I will have marks tomorrow. His lips find my neck as I grind on him to the music, sucking and biting. I forget we are still surrounded by people and moan in pleasure. "You're so hot."
"Says you." I breathe. The song changes, and the new one has slower, deeper beats. I adjust my movements to the new song, pressing myself against him with all the force I can muster as I begin to fall apart. Harry's hands slip up my dress, pressing against my aching core.
Harry pulls me into a side room, and just in time too. I nearly collapse as I reach my high, but his strong arms keep me in place. I hear him panting behind me as we both relax.
"Well that was a first." He exclaims, spinning me round to face him.
"What was?" I ask.
"No one has ever made me come in my pants before." He laughs slightly.
"Neither. I think this dress is a write off, I need to go and clean myself." I laugh too.
"That sounds like a good idea." He ponders, before pushing me on to the bed and practically ripping my dress off. "But I think round two sounds even better."
