Maybe He Gives Me More

For the Best

Harry's POV
It was automatic. As soon as I said those words it was like he didn't hear anything but the lust he held. I had Louis's arms pinned between one of my hands and I licked down his collarbone waiting to get to his sweet spot. His skin tasted of sweat and salt, his moans filling the room was all I needed to grind myself against his crotch.
I knew this was stupid, but I couldn't bring myself to care enough to stop. I wanted him. My fingers fumbled with his belt buckle and my lips got sloppy around his neck. "What do you want Loverboy?" I whispered into his skin. Breathing heavily Louis spoke just loud enough for me to hear him,
"Can you b-blow me?" I felt my infamous smirk grow on my face. I didn't give a reply and stuck my finger in his mouth, nothing turned me on more then to feel his saliva gather around and know that I was in control. I took my time and examined the way his lips circled around my finger and how delicate he seemed in this moment. His cheeks were a dashing read and his nose reached a fairy-like point. He was beautiful.
I slowly slid his pants to his knees and started to kiss his hip bones, with each bite of the thigh he moaned of pure ecstasy. I wanted this to feel different than work, I wanted this to feel like this was an act of intimacy. Even if I knew I'd be better off not to.
Louis looked down at me with adoration circling his pupils. This wasn't the normal look men gave me, and having so many men see me so vulnerable, adoration was never a stare I received. It was always off glares and shame building up in their cores and I had been known to be people's worst mistakes. Their home wreckers, divorce papers, and kids leaving.
As soon as I took him into my mouth, his hands gripped the sheets and his eyes closed. "Fuck Harry, I'm so glad you feel the same way." He moaned and something inside me clicked. I couldn't do this. I couldn't make this boy believe I was a good guy. I couldn't be the one to take his innocence away. I knew what I needed to do.
I slid my mouth off of his dick, "I need you to go." I said emotionless. He instantly opened his eyes wide and his cheeks went aflame. He yanked his jeans up and I could already see the tears building.
"You don't have to pay me. I just really have to go." I quickly walked out of the room and left a most likely embarrassed Louis there to gather his things and go. This was for the best. He deserved better.
As soon as the air hit my face I could feel tears running down my face. I felt my fingers pinching my arm looking for any type of release. Not even Luke's reminders would make this situation bearable. He was wrong. That week didn't prepare me for everything. It didn't prepare me for what happens when you start to catch feelings for a client. If you could even call him that.