Unlikely (H.S.)

nine*

~Harper~

I stifled my giggle after putting the ball back in Harry's court. I wasn't very good at the whole sexting thing, but when he suggested a phone call, I quickly agreed before actually considering the fact that I'd have to dirty talk Harry Styles.

"Well, I guess that just means I'm gonna have to do something about that for you," Harry's voice was a low, seductive purr.

"Yes," I cleared my throat, trying to steady my racing heart. "You are. So, what are you going to do, Harry?"

"Well, I want you to get yourself very comfortable for me. Can you do that, Harper?"

I am in no way comfortable.

I thought, but the heat in his voice was doing wonders to change that.

"Mmmhm," I murmured.

"Good girl. Where are you?"

I glanced around my living room, settling into a more comfortable position on the couch. "I'm in my living room, on my couch."

"Oh, so you aren't all locked away in your room?" He chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "That's so fucking hot, Harper. Let everyone hear what I do to you."

A rush of arousal coursed through me at his words. "I want you to listen carefully, can you do that for me?"

I will do anything you want, Harry.

But you can't seem so desperately pathetic.

Be cool.

"Mhmm," I managed to reply.

"Can you go get your vibrator for me?"

"Oh, um, sure," I stammered, caught off guard.

"Why do you sound so surprised? Would you prefer to just do this with your fingers? I will happily lead you through that instead, baby."

"Uh, it doesn't matter. Just didn't think you'd want to listen to me with a vibrator."

"Harper, are you kidding? The visual alone has me rock hard, but hearing you use it? Jesus, fucking, Christ, I'm gonna burst just thinking about it."

I couldn't believe he just said that. The fact that this sexy, famous man found me worthy of his time and found me as attractive as he said was truly what was fueling my inner vixen. "Well, if that's the case, let me go grab it. Hang on..."

I hastily made my way to my room, rummaging through my bedside table for my bright purple vibrator. I quickly checked the battery and rushed back to the living room, the heat between my thighs making me ache. Settling back onto the couch, I reached for my phone.

"Alright, I'm back."

"Wonderful. Do you have it?"

"Yes, Harry, I have it."

He chuckled. "Just making sure, babe. First things first, I want you to close your eyes."

"Okay," I replied, closing my eyes and giving myself over to him.

"Now, imagine I am there with you. Got it?"

"Mhmm."

"Good girl. Keep your eyes closed and slowly and lightly run the tips of your fingers across your collarbone. I want you to pay attention to what it makes you feel. Do you feel the goosebumps rising?"

I followed his instructions, feeling the hair on the back of my neck rise, goosebumps spreading across my skin. A soft moan escaped my lips before I could bite it back.