Toxic - Harry Styles

Chapter 2: Bad boy

If you are not fond of mature content then you would probably not wanna reads the story at all. 

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Enjoy xX

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I tug hard at Harry's curls, that stick to his sweaty face, and bite my lip to hold back my moans.
- "Yeah? That's good?" He responds to my violent tugging, but I barely hear his deep breathy voice, as the only thing beside the extreme build-up of pleasure that I can focus on, is the drop of sweat sliding slowly down Harry's left temple.

His eyebrows are drawn together in a frown, forming a deep furrow between them, while he is sending jolts of indescribable pleasure through my body with every hard thrust. His green eyes are fixed on my face in a scowl. Instead of the usual vibrant green color, they are now dark and filled with arousal of being in control.

I moan loudly as it keeps building up deep inside me, until it becomes too much, and I feel myself loosing grip.

Rolling my eyes back, I release my lip as I reach 0rgasm, letting myself cry out in pleasure, while I arch my back and dig my nails deep into Harry's sweaty back. I wrap my legs tightly around him, forcing him to press his impressive length into me as deep as it can go, shivering from the afterchocks.

Harry still isn't finished yet, but continues pumping into me, breathing through his teeth now. I keep clinging to him and whimper as I feel another climax building up, and he picks up the speed of his thrusts even more. 

I moan out, and he runs his hand over my throat, letting it rest there for a second and then tightly grabs my jaw in his hand.

- "Say my name," he groans, his eyes dark and intense, and fuck!ng sexy. 

- "Harry!"I whimper again, almost unable to get the word out.
Being in control like this is his biggest turn on. Kinky.

- "Louder!" he demands, his voice deeper than ever as he roughly lets go of my face, probably leaving finger marks.

- "Harry!" I repeat followed by a series of moans, sending him over the edge, as he bites so hard into my shoulder that it almost hurts. Then he rides out his 0rgasm in five deep hard thrusts, almost making me climax for the second time, and  collapses on top of me, panting, and then rolls off me with a groan.

We lie there for what seems like forever, just panting and coming down from our high. Our sweaty, aching bodies become heavy and I feel suddenly tired and sleepy at once. 

Harry pulls the covers up to cover our naked bodies and puts his big trembling hand in mine.

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The feeling of something hard against my thigh wakes me up. The sun is shining through the white curtains, and I shift and look directly into Harry's green orbs, feeling his dark curls touch my forehead.

- "Good morning," he leans in to kiss me, pressing his body and his morning wood against mine, biting his lip. I whimper, and try to turn around and awat again. I'm not in the mood for anymore sex. Yesterday was amazing but exhausting. 

- "Not saying good morning?" he keeps pushing, and moves closer to me, and gets up on his arm to hover over me under the covers. He looks down at my bare breasts, bites his lip and I push him away. I'm so sore from last night, I can't even bare the thought of getting out of bed.

- "No Harry, I'm sore," I say, rubbing my eyes. He groans dissapionted, but then smirks confidently.

- "Your mouth is not," he traces his fingertip across my lips, his eyes turning dark with lust almost immediately. 

- "No, seriously not now, Harry, I'm not in the mood," I reply, turning down his suggestion.

With an annoyed sigh, he gets up, gets dressed and leaves my apartment.

I hear him mumbling a greeting to my neighbour.

**

- "Hey Sam! How'd it go!?" Sarah gives me a tight hug, burying my face in her navy blue scarf. We are approximately the same height, but she's wearing heels today so she's a bit taller. 

- "I got the job!" I say, and Sarah squeals and pull me in for another hug. We enter the coffee shop, breathing in the strong scent of roasted coffee beans.

- "So, do we get free drinks from now on, miss bartender?" she teases, and I shrug smiling. I'm so happy I got this job, and I'm so delighted that Sarah's this excited for me. Harry's didn't say much, not even when he came over. He just wanted to fuck. Hard day at work I guess.

- "Depends where you hang out," I grin.

We get our coffees and sit down at a table near the windows. Our favorite spot.

- "We should celebrate you know? Let's go to Bliss tonight!.. No boys, just us girls," she says, changing her tone in the middle of the sentence, checking her phone.

- "Yea I'd like that," I say, though it makes me wonder. Sarah always wants to bring her boyfriend when we go out. "How are things with Caleb by the way?". Judging from her face - not so well.

- "Alright, good," she shrugs, but keep her eyes on her phone. Something's up.

- "You know you can me tell if there is something, right? What's wrong?" I try to catch her eyes that still stick to her phone. 

- "It's not him, it's.. I've kind of met.. Someone," She looks at me, begging me not to judge her.

- "Like how? Are you cheating?" I ask, knowing that the least thing she would want to do, is to hurt Caleb. She loves him too much. 

Caleb is like a dork who just got really lucky. Or at least I, don't find him the least attractive. Though Sarah is stunningly beautiful, and most guys are all over her. Honestly I never understood why she chose a guy like Caleb - but again, she doesn't understand how I can cope with Harry either. 

- "I'm not cheating, but I could just as well have! Look, I was at the bar yesterday, and this gorgeous guy just suddenly caught my eye. Like really caught my eye." 

She takes a tiny sip of her coffee, her bright blue eyes takes a peek at me over the mug.

- "His name is Zayn. We talked. Alot! We even exchanged numbers, Sam! And he wants to see me!" It's strange to see my friend so frustrated. She is usually the leaned back one of us girls, the grown up. The more settled one I guess. 

- "Ok, so do you want to see him too?" I don't know what else to say. I take a big gulp of my coffee.

- "Yes! That's the whole deal," 

- "Wait, what was his name again?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

- "Zayn. Zayn.. Malik. Why?"

I remember that name. It's the name of one of Harry's regular costumers - or clients or whatever he calls them. He has quite a big consumption. 

If she knew this, she would never think twice about him again.

Harry would kill me. I'm not even supposed to know about any of his clients - let alone tell my friends about them. But should I tell her? 

- "Oh, nothing, just.." I shrug and drown my answer by taking another sip of my coffee. I don't think anything can come between her and Caleb anyway.

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