Abhor

Chapter Fifteen

Harry Styles

"Liar" I say to her, we both know she does care. She cares what others think of her and she cares what I think of her.

To tell you the truth, I have nothing against that girl, she's pretty, her attitude is a major turn on, I can practically feel the tension enclosing around us, bringing us so very close together. But I know she will resist. She will resist me and what her body desires, because she feels she cannot trust me and she'll just be another notch on my belt. She wouldn't be wrong, I don't do relationships, but that doesn't mean I can't do them.

She doesn't respond to me, she just stands silently waiting for the elevator to stop. As it comes to a halt and the doors open she prepares to run. As she bolts into the dark apartment, I bolt after her and grab her around her waist, lifting her up and taking her to the living room. I lay her down on the sofa despite her kicking and protests.

I lay my body over hers, my hips between her thighs but leaving distance in order for her to leave if she needs to. I brace my hands on either side of her head and take her facial expressions in. Her eyes are wide and her lips are parted, however her hands are splayed onto my chest, ready to push me off but not actually applying any force.

"Now, what are we going to do with you, hmm?" I question, moving my face closer and closer to hers, so much so our noses brush against each other. I can feel her breath on her mouth, they are getting deeper and more consistent like she is fighting for air. I move my mouth so our lips are touching, as she goes to kiss me, I speak again, "I asked you a question, Elliot."

"Kiss me, Harry," is all she says before her lips are pressed against mine, I don't fight it and press my lips back against hers, our mouths moving in a beautiful rhythm. I trace one my right hand across her left hip, she lets out a gasp, I know she's never been touched like this before.

I slowly start to move my hand down to the hem of her little black dress that does so much justice for her curves. My fingertips trace the edge of her dress slowly teasing it up and lightly brushing her upper thigh. My lips move from her mouth to her jawline and then to her neck slowly biting and kissing the soft skin there.

I pull her dress to her waist so I can see her lay there in her panties, her cheeks are flushed as I sit back on my knees allowing myself to take her in. My dick is so hard is pressing against the zipper of my jeans and I watch her face as she notices, her eyes go wide as she realises the effect she has on me a small smile curving up her lips. Her hands move to grab my waist to pull me in for another make out session but I want to take things further.

"Do you want to go any further than this baby?" I ask her while rubbing my thumb and index finger along her knicker line and then down to her cunt. She gasps as I do it and I know her body wants it but is it what she wants.

She nods her head, lifting her hips for me to easier take her panties off, but that won't do.

"Come on princess, know you have so many words in that pretty little head of yours," I say to her, following the same pattern with my fingers getting her more and more worked up each time. "What do you want?"

I move her panties out the way as I start to run my thumb along her wet cunt, "you," she gasps, "I need you." The desperation in her voice sends me dizzy with lust. She presses her hips further up. egging me on, silently asking for more friction. 

"Hmm, and what about me do you need?" I ask, rubbing further over her panties, "my fingers? or my tongue? or even..." She lets out a small gasp at the suggestion of my cock, but I know it's far too soon for that. "What's it going to be, baby?" 

"I-" I can see the need and want on her face, she's too scared to vocalise what she needs. I stop my movements above her underwear to which she lets out a small whimper. "Your fingers please."

"Hmmm, good girl." I slowly begin to reach for the waistband of her small underwear. I drag them down her legs as she lifts her hips to give me better access. Once, I've discarded her underwear onto the floor, I reach down to run two of my fingers through her slick folds, while I lean over her body to pull her lips into a kiss. 

As she starts to squirm under me, I dip one finger into her cunt, using my thumb to rub soft circles onto her clit as she lets out a small gasp "Harry, please".

"You like that, baby? Feel good?" I ask teasing a second finger at her entrance. She lets out a small moan and nods her head, her eyes closed. I speed up my movements, trying to drag her closer to the edge. 

"Harry, it's so good I-" She begins to buck her hips further into my hand, eliciting a small groan to escape my lips, her hands claw at my back slowly, keeping me hovered over her in the darkness. 

"That's it, sweetheart, are you getting close? Squeezing my fingers so nicely baby." I say to her which in turn elicits a soft whimper from her lips. "Come on, baby. Come on my fingers." She lets out another moan, pulling me back into kiss her as her body begins to tremble. I speed up my movements on her clit sending her toppling over the edge. 

"Harry!" She nuzzles her face into my neck as her climax takes over her. She lets out a series of whimpers and moans muffled by my neck. 

"Good girl, let it all out," I slow my fingers down, continuing my movements to ride her through her orgasm. When I'm certain she's finished I remove my fingers and look down at her panting. I bring my fingers to my lips and taste her, her eyes going wide. "Mmmm, you taste so good, baby." 

She keeps eye contact with me, a flicker of emotion crossing her face. "Harry, I-" She looks away, "We shouldn't have done that." She breathes. 

"You had fun, no?" I ask her, seeing the regret spread across her face. 

"I mean, yes of course I did but-" I interrupt her.

"But what? If you had fun, there's nothing to regret," I shrug nonchalantly. I begin to get up and head over to the lamp to give us some light. 

"Wait!" She shouts before I get to the lamp. She reaches down to put her underwear back on and pulls her dress down to cover her thighs. "Okay." She nods for me to turn the lamp on and I comply. 

"Are you okay?" I ask her. "You need anything?" I move closer to sit next to her on the couch as she shakes her head. "No, you're not okay? Or no you don't need anything?" 

"Yes, I'm okay, just something different for me, you know," she shrugs, folding her arms over herself. "First time for everything, I guess." 

I pull on her arm. "You don't have to hide from me, Elliot", I stroke the back of her hand with my thumb, "It's okay to feel funny after something like that, but I'm still here and I can get you anything you need." 

"I don't need anything" She says bluntly, staring at the wall in front of us. "What if Niall finds out?" 

I laugh slightly, "I won't tell if you won't, what two consenting adults get up to in their own time is nobody else's business, okay?" I continue my soft caress on her hand as I watch her eyes start to fill with tears. 

"I should uhm-" She retracts her hand and points to the staircase, "I'll go get some pyjamas on, maybe go to bed." 

"What's wrong?" I ask her, not really prepared for anything emotional, I'm not good at supporting people when they're upset. I'm a good lay and that's about it. A good singer yes, and a good performer, both on stage and within my sexual relationships. However, nobody should be upset and alone after a shared moment of intimacy. "Do you want a cuddle?" 

She shakes her head and swallows a lump clearly wedged in her throat, "No harry. There's nothing wrong it's just overwhelming is all." She says trying to get up. 

"Elliot, I'm not blind. Was there something I did or said that upset you? Made you uncomfortable?" I say paranoid she was too scared to say no or ask me to stop. 

"No," she says nonchalantly, "If I didn't want to, I would have said so." 

I observe her features, she isn't there, the spark in her eye is dull as she stares at the wall. "Has something happened to you? In the past maybe?" I ask gently, not wanting to pry but wanting to understand her closed off demeanour. 

She takes in a deep breath, looking at me briefly. Shit.