Larry Stylinson Dirty Imagines

Always

"Where are we going Lou?" i ask him as he parks his car in the parking lot.
"If I tell you it won't be a surprise anymore." he says.
"But." i pout, trying to make him spill the beans.
"We've reached." he says and gets out of the car, me following him.
We walk hand in hand to the reception, it felt awkward and yet wonderful at the same time.
"Mr. Tomlinson." he says, in his oh-so-sexy accent.
"Hold on a minute, sir." she says sweetly. "Here are the keys, sir. Your room is No.104." she says and gets back to her work.
We walk to the elevator in utter silence. I clamber in behind him and the doors shut. Suddenly he pins me up against the elevator walls. His lips crashing into mine. His oh-so-expert tongue slips into my mouth, dancing in synchronization with mine.
His hips push against mine, making me feel his hard erection. This is what I did to him, the effect I had on him. The elevator stopped and slowly the doors opened and Louis pulled away from me.
He took my hand again, our fingers entwining and we walk to our room.This was the first time he'd taken me to a posh hotel. He inserted the key in and opened the door, slowly.
I stepped, filling the posh air in my lungs. The room was white, and wait it was a suite. It looked heavenly. He shut the door and locked it behind him. Good. i thought to myself.
"The room's that way." he said. "I'll just be there." he said and disappered somewhere.
I quickly removed my shoes and socks and walk into the room and switch on the t.v. I very well knew why he'd bought me here. I flopped down on the bed and the wall was red, crimson red, and it was perfect.
The view the suite, everything. Including Lou. Suddenly he appeared in the doorway, only wearing his jeans. His bare-chest and v-line was visible. My mouth went dry. He climbed on the bed on his knees and made his way to me.
He sat down on my lay, straddling me. He ran his fingers through my hair, sending chills down my spine. He bent down and slowly and teasingly kissed me. His tongue brushed my lower lip and we pulled apart for air.
I felt his erection against my stomach.
"What you to me, Styles." he said against my lips and kissed me, this time more forcefully. He pulled his shirt over his head and pulled my shirt at the hem.
He quickly removed mine and threw it down where his was. He planted a soft kiss on my lips but I deepened it, pulling him in closer. He fisted my hair, making me moan into the kiss.
I rolled us over, so that now I was in control. I planted soft, wet kisses down his neck, his throat, his shoulder blade, his collar bone, his chest and as I made my way to his torso, I licked my way from his navel to his jeans waistband.
I hooke dmy fingers in them and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping them. I slowly and torturingly (if that's a word) removed his jeans along with his boxers. I removed mine too and threw it to the floor.
I took him in my hand and slowly, licked the tip. His hands made it's way to my hair, tugging at them. I took him entirely in my mouth, without warning. He groaned loudly.
My head bobbed up and down and his grip on my hair tightened. "Oh Harry!!" he screamed, riding out his orgasm. I licked all of him and went northward leaving wet kisses on the way.
I crashed my lips onto his, making him moan.
He rolled us over, his dominating own self. As usual. He did the same, this time with torturous movements.
He took out a foil packet from his jeans pocket and rolled it on. He turned me over on all my fours.
"You ready?" he asked.
"This might hurt a bit, but you'll be fine later." he said, carressing my behind. His hand travelled to my back, massaging my shoulders and suddenly he slammed himself into me.
He waited and adjusted himself before moving out slowly.
"Argh!" i said, as he slowly moved.
He waited there, adjusting himself at my entrance and then without warning slammed himself into me, again. I whimpered but it hurt a little less than last time.
"You okay?" he asked, carressing my behind once more.
"Yeah." i managed to squeak.
"Ohkay." he said and thrusted in and out of me.
"Faster Louis....please,faster." i said, feeling the pleasure.
He gripped my waist and slammed himself one last time before exploding into me. I fell down to the bed and Lou on top of me, tired after his orgasm. I felt his ragged breath on my back.
He kissed my shoulder and then my neck.
He came out of me and I winced, feeling the pain. He rolled onto my side, throwing the condom on the floor.
"That was nice. Wasn't it?" he asked me.
"Yes. It definitely was." I said.
He planted a soft kiss on my lips and pulled me to him. Our ragged breaths calmed and matched out heart beats.
"I love you." he said.
"I love you, Lou." i replied, before falling asleep.
This was the best sex I've ever had. I think to myself.