Show Me (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifteen - Rock Me

I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah. 

I want you to hit the pedal, heavy metal,

Show me you care.

I want you to rock me.

- "Rock Me", One Direction

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: ATTENTION. THE BEGINNING OF THIS CHAPTER IS M. MATURE, SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS, SKIP DOWN TO THE "XXX", AND CONTINUE WITH THE STORY. THIS IS YOUR WARNING. 

I want to make you feel good.

His words ran through my muddled brain. Every nerve below my waist clenches, pulls, and quivers. I stared, wide-eyed, at Harry. His dark expression, his parted lips. The strobe lights flashed every few seconds, illuminating his face. He meant business. We were so close, I could feel his warm, erratic breathing.

"Let's go." He moved me in front of him, his large palm spread on my lower back. Oh my god. My head and heart were pounding, as he effortlessly weaved me through the packed, drunken crowd. 

Once we were out, Harry dipped his head to my ear as we walked to the Mustang. "Once again, I'm sorry we got all dressed up for nothing, really. But I just have to have you. Now."

A frisson ran up my back. "Y-you want to..." The word caught in my throat, but I spat it out. "To have sex with me?" I winced. The words sounded so strange and foreign coming out of my mouth.

He grinned lazily at me, turning to pin me on the door of his parked Mustang. His hands were on either side of my shoulders, and his chest was pressed on me. "No, no, baby, no sex," he breathed. "Not yet." He rubbed his nose against mine. "I just want to make you feel good."

"Wh-what's that supposed to mean?" I gasped. His scent was making my head swim, and my breathing was louder matched my heartbeat - fast and loud.

His lips found my ear. "You'll find out when I take you back." He slid one finger under my chin, angling my face to his lips. He kissed me hard, roughly, opening my mouth with his. I returned it desperately, my hands plunging in his curls. 

"If you don't let go of me, I'll rip that fucking dress off right here, right now. Now let's go back."

I froze. Oh... Harry wrenches himself from me, slipping around to the drivers side. 

We reached the house in minutes, and Harry walked calmly up the stairs, kicking off his converses on the way. He spun on his heel, turning to smirk at me, and beckoned me over with one finger. "Come here, baby."

I'm quaking like a leaf. I had no idea what to expect, what to do. Thick, hot desire rolls in my stomach as I lock eyes with him. As soon as I took a few step towards him, he viciously closed the gap between us, slamming his mouth on mine. I moved my lips with his, my blood boiling like a pot of hot water under my flesh, my body awakening like being electrocuted. 

"Oh, Jesus, Ali," he groaned against my mouth. "You and I are gonna enjoy this."

Oh my.

"Now, turn around, beautiful. I want to peel you out of that dress."

My breaths were so loud and shaky, I had to bite down on my lip to muffle them. Harry's large hands traveled to the small of my back, and he kissed me, guiding me until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. We stood kissing for a while longer, my hands drifting their way to the back of his neck. His tongue rolled over my bottom lip, and our tongues battled for dominance. His mouth tasted so good - smoke and mint - and every cell in my body was ablaze. Harry. All I could feel or see was him.