Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 11

Harry locked the door and led the way out of the building. As we approached the steps he walked ahead of me while holding my left hand to help guide me down. Today’s weather was pretty breezy today, I was probably going to just throw on jean shorts once we got back to my flat. We reached his black vehicle and entered. I buckled the seatbelt, sitting on the passenger’s side, as Harry proceeded driving. I let out a little sigh as I looked out the open car window with music quietly playing from the radio. Taking my glance away from the window I caught Harry staring at me. 

“You really should keep your eyes on the road.” I told him in a matter of fact tone. 

“Well you make it quite difficult to do so.” He said with a grin, eyeing me up and down. I rolled my eyes and noticed he let out a random chuckle. 

“What?” I asked him with an irritated tone.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about our snogging session in the closet last night,” He said while winking at me, “you really got into it.”

“I did not!” I replied, feeling my cheeks start to heat up from embarrassment.

“Says the girl whose tongue was basically dominating my mouth.” He said slyly. 

I looked away and started thinking, did I really get into it? Last night was kind of a blur. I lightly brushed my fingertips against my lips; reminiscing the touch of his own. They felt like velvet, so smooth and extremely skilled. Loads of passion built up in one kiss, as he pried my lips open and invaded where no other man had been before. Recollecting about our brief sensual moment forced me to shut my eyes and run my tongue over my lips wanting to experience it again. My eyes suddenly darted open as I felt a large hand on my thigh. I looked over at Harry’s smirk.

He whispered, “I enjoyed it too.” In response I bit my bottom lip down hard from the humiliation. 

Harry unexpectedly groaned and with an extremely deep raspy voice said, “Please stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” I asked in complete confusion, furrowing my eyebrows a bit. 

“B-biting down on your b-bottom lip.” He said with a frustrated stutter.

I was still a bit dumbfounded and raised my eyebrows at him. What was wrong with biting my lip? I do it all the time… mainly when I’m nervous or confused or something like that. It was just a habit I never broke. The inner part of my lip was always scratched up from teeth marks and I’ve always just grown to live with it. 

“You… really bewilder me.” I said waiting for an explanation.

“If you must know… when you bite your lip like that- ughh, yes like that-… it really turns me on.” I laughed since I interrupted him mid-sentence by biting my lip, enjoying his infuriated response. 

“You’re strange!” I said while sticking my tongue out.

“It’s hot.” He said shrugging his shoulders and flashing me his cheekily toothy smile.

I deviously grinned at the fact that this is his weakness. A weakness so simple that I could easily use it against him at any time. Oh this could bring sweet revenge for him constantly tickling me. I felt extremely empowered. He noticed me plotting, and developed a worried yet playful look on his face. Instantaneously, I hitched myself up a little in the seat so that I was sitting half cross-legged and rose my face near his. About four inches away from him I bit my lower lip while smiling, enjoying his squirming.

“Ugh, quit it Charlie,” he groaned, “you’re going to be paying for this!”

In response I kept giggling and shaking my head at his pleads. He was impeded from doing any sort of retaliation since he was driving. As an alternative he brought his body closer to the wheel, clenching his fists tightly around it and trying to avoid me.