Marcel's New Assistant

Chapter Eleven: Sex with Harry Styles

(A/N: Smut, smut, smut, smut, smut, smut!)

-Alicia's P.O.V.-

Harry took me to what seemed like his flat and pulled me to him. He locked our lips and I put my arms around his neck.

He brought his hands under my knees and lifted me up easily. I gasped into his mouth and he tossed me on the couch. His lips latched onto my throat and I moaned when his sucked on my sweet spot.

As his kisses went lower, he unbuttoned my blouse and kissed between my breasts. I reached down to pull shirt off, but he grabbed my wrists, thank god my left one felt better, and held them over my head with one hand.

I moaned at his dominance and he went lower. He kissed my navel and let go of my wrists, before pulling down my skirt and groaning at my underwear.

"Naughty girl. Wearing such sexy undergarments at work." He said, spanking my bottom lightly. I squeaked and wiggled around.

He held my hips down and gently kissed the inside of my thighs. I squirmed a bit more as he drew closer to my core. He deftly pulled down my underwear and stuck his tongue out and tasting me. I gasped and my hand flew down to his hair. "Fuck!"

He chuckled lowly and began eating me out. "O-oh...yes! H-Harry!" He brought his index finger up to my clit and rubbed in circles. My breath hitched and my hips bucked.

"Hold still for me." He demanded, holding my hips down. He went deeper and his tongue moved faster inside of me.

"Shit! C-cumming!" I screamed, tightening my grip on his hair and cumming hard.

He licked his lips and picked me up, taking me upstairs. I felt boneless as he set me down on the bed and he began to remove his clothes.

He settled on top of me, kissing me deeply. "You ready?" He said gruffly, his usually light green eyes, dark and clouded with lust.

"Fuck me." I demanded and he slammed into me. "Harry!"

He groaned, biting his lip. "So. Tight." He started thrusting into me, slowly.

"S-shit. H-harder!" He obliged,  moving harder, hitting that one spot that made me scream.

-Marcel's P.O.V.-

I just got back from the store and had arrived home. I unlocked the door and put down my coat. I hummed lightly, stopping when I saw what looked to be a blouse on my living room floor. I looked around and saw pink-laced lingerie. I blushed.

'T-they're early.' I was going to walk upstairs, when I heard moaning and groaning and the repeated slam of the headboard against the wall.

"Ohh, yes! Harry!" I heard a woman scream.

Is that...?

"That's right, Alicia. Beg for it." I heard Harry grunt.

Yeah...that's her.

"P-please! Faster! Please!" She begged and my eyes widened.

I quickly rushed into the kitchen, filling a cup with water and gulping it down quickly.

I heard more moans. "Sweet Jesus..." I mumbled.  I rubbed my hand over my cock and gasped.

A loud, "Harry" sounded from above and another grunt and one more slam of the headboard and there was silence. I quickly went over to the door and opened it, to close it loudly. "Harry, I'm home!" I shouted, pretending that I had just arrived.

"Coming!" I heard Harry call back. After about fifteen minutes, Harry came down in only his boxers and his hair was everywhere. "Hello, Marcel." He smirked.