H.S. Smut : Short Stories

~Spell - Part 2~

PART 1 IN MY OTHER BOOK
"HARRY STYLES SHORT STORIES"

The night comes to an end. Harry is stood on the opposite side of the room from me, surrounded by his guy friends. I look over only to see him speaking and pointing at me before smirking as I see him. He sips from his glass as his buddies smile with him, and I look away with a blush.

I know he is talking about me and showing me off. So I want to tease him. He knows I am shy, but I'll show him I can be more than that.

I turn, slowly walking towards them. They all stare at me, and Harry's smile widens as he admires my body.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

"This is Raven," Harry introduces me proudly as he steps to me and places his arm around my waist. "My date."

The men introduce themselves as he ushers me away into the crowd again. "That was so sexy. I love your confidence," he whispers.

"So I'm your date now?" I ignore his compliment, redirecting to his previous statement.

"I suppose I haven't properly asked you..." he turns me to him before placing his finger and thumb to gently pinch my chin, lifting to bring my lips almost to his.

My heart begins racing again, and my breathing clutches in my throat. Butterflies erupt as everyone else around us disappears. Everything becomes a blur, other than Harry.

His green eyes pierce into mine, making my skin tingle at the looming shadow his body is casting upon me. His lips brush mine, his other hand placed on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him.

No words are exchanged, only a kiss. Gentle and sweet. Loving and kind. Safe. I still don't know much about this man, but I am already looking forward to the days, hours, and minutes I get to spend making memories with him.

"Will you be my date? Tonight and possibly tomorrow at 3?' He smiles as he takes my hands.

"I would be honored."

"Lovely," he 4 we walk through the crowd, and I find Chloe.

I introduce her to him, and they chat for a long time before he introduces both of us to a few of his friends around the room. And also meeting other artists that will have displays in the museum. He has his arm around me the entire time, escorting me around the room as he sips at his scotch.

His hand occasionally runs up and down my bare back as my dress is fully open in the back. His fingertips send tingles down my body.

We eventually end up in the corner of the room with a few men he went to college with and we are stood with our backs almost to the wall. Harry's hand slowly slides down my ass until he reaches the hem of my dress. Once he does his fingertips lift the material. He continues talking about some story that happened after college a few years ago. He places his hand on my bare ass as he squeezes gently before sliding his fingers slowly between my legs.

I fist his shirt on his back and take a sip from my drink in my other hand. His hand comes back onto the small of my back as we walk away. Between my legs throb as I think about his fingers almost touching my vagina. I can't breath.

He escorts me back to a table with some of his colleagues from the museum. He sits me next to him. He quickly pulls the table clothe to cover my lap before spreading me legs wide open. He makes small talk with everyone as he slowly slides his fingers over my panties.

Im soaking wet already as he gently massages his fingertips around my panties, all the way down and back up. I try my best to keep a atraight face but I'm about to absolutely come undone. Is he going to finger me at this table right now? In front of all these people?

I almost choke on my drink as he slips my panties to the side. He smirks at me as he takes a drink as well. His fingers play in my wetness as he slowly slips two fingers inside of me.

My legs kick qnd I have to catch myself from moaning as I clear my throat. Holy shit. I've never done anything like this. This is insane. His fingers move slowly, cupping my g spot qnd his thumb slowly massaging my clit. I'm going to cum all over this seat with everyone looking at me.

I hold my hand over my mouth, biting down on my tongue as I chew a bite of food to distract myself from moaning. Harry has a smug look on his face as he continues conversation. This is so fucking hot. It's like he has done this a million times. He doesn't seem nervous at all. He knows how to let me know he is loving what's happening.

My eyes squeeze shut as I squeeze the chair. I orgasm, hard. His fingers moving quickly making me loose all control. I throw my head back, and Harry smiles at my inability to maintain control.

I begin to blush as I realize someone probably saw my reaction, moans almost escaping my lips but I bit down hard on my lip to keep quiet. I'm beyond embarrassed thinking someone might have realized what was happening.

Harry removes his fingers from inside of me and takes his wet fingers and he takes a bite before licking his fingers off. All of my wetness as I try to maintain my breathing.

I cant believe this has happened. How many women has he done this with because he is too confident. I don't even care that I was slightly embarrassed. Harry loved it so much, he won't quit smiling amongst the loud chatter of the room and clinking of silverware. Group conversation maintains the entire time, so it really wasn't too obvious.

Fuck I can't stop thinking about him inside of me now. I need him. I can't just give it up like that. Come on. Fuck. I'm for damn sure under a spell. He has some kind of...sexual control over me. But I absolutely love it. It feels so right it such a wrong way.

But I want him to do it again.