Resistance (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3: Flashback #1

Flashback

I quietly traipsed my way into the house knowing Harry was in and the reason I was upto being all noiseless was because I wanted to surprise him. I'd earlier told Harry that I'd be spending a night at Eleanor's place.

My office was in the heart of London and there was lot of work pending from the other night. Plus we had a meeting with a client, residing in India. The time difference acting as a huge problem, the meeting was scheduled to be somewhere at night for us and for him it was early morning. It was definite I was going to be late so I told Harry I'd stay over at Eleanor's. But the meeting got cancelled so that explains why I'm early home.

I put my key into the lock and turned it to one side swiftly. Once inside I quickly removed my shoes, my coat and placed the key on the bowl by the door. Luckily I wore my sneakers and were now left in my socks so the sound of my feet against the wood floor was further minimized.

I climbed up the stairs, into the bedroom hoping to see Harry sprawled on it half naked, probably catching up on a soccer game but the bed was neatly done and empty. I then heard the sound of shower running and a few groans making my ears perk up at once.

I made my way near the bathroom door to listen carefully as the groans got louder which I instantly recognised as Harry's. But what was he doing?

I quietly twisted the knob, knowing how Harry mostly keeps his bathroom door unlocked and got in. I could see Harry standing under the shower, with one hand on the wall opposite and one hand near his thighs, through the translucent shower curtain. My eyes instantly lit up with naughtiness as I realized what Harry was up to. But it was partly my fault too. Harry had been whining before, begging me to cancel and spend time with him but I insisted on attending the meeting. It was important. So now I felt partly at fault, that Harry had to help himself off.

Without delay, I stripped out of my clothes, leaving behind only my pink lacy bra and thong considering how much Harry likes that color on me. I pushed back the curtain, jumped into the shower and Harry turned around in surprise.

I quickly winked at him, "Need help babe?"

"But what are you doing-"

I pecked him lightly to shut him off and said, "Save your energy for later."

After which I knelt down in front of him and his eyes lit up at what I was going to do next. I kept eye contact with him as I took his 9 inches in my tiny hand and pumped him a few times. I then took out my tongue to lightly swirl it around his tip making him throw his head back.

"Stop teasing Aishwarya," he commanded rather huskily and grabbed my hair in his huge hands.

I then lowered my mouth onto him and took all that I could, without gagging. I started to bob my head up and down on his length while he tightly gripped onto my hair pulling me further in. I used my right hand to pump the length I couldn't reach and with the free hand I grabbed his hips for support.

"Oh shit aishu, keep going," Harry managed to speak while he still had his head thrown back and eyes pried shut as the shower water flowed from his matted curles, onto his toned and inked chest and finally ending in short streams and drops falling on me. I kept going even when I felt him twitch considering he needed this.

"Fuck, I'm close baby," he said as he opened his eyes to look at me and ask me to stop but I didn't. Instead I increased my pace and made him hit the back of my throat. That was all it took for the love of my life to come undone in my mouth and shoot his warm seed down my throat.

I gulped down every part of it knowing how much Harry likes that and stood up kissing him passionately, giving him a taste. He smiled into the kiss giving me butterflies, why do guys do that?