Say You'll Be There | Harry (Marcel) Styles [ON HOLD]

**Chapter 30 - Friction

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT.

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        *Sabrinas POV*
Oh my God. Did I cause that? I didn't even notice! I shouldn't have sat on his lap, but I got comfortable and it seemed he did too so I didn't make anything of it. Until I heard a groan and puffs of air being blown on my hair, that's when I turned around to see his cheeks flushed and letting out slow breaths through his puckered pink lips.

Should I do what I've been waiting do to? Or will he just freak out? I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to endure the pain of waiting on a throbbing erection again, so should I just go for it?

Obviously, he was thinking about me doing it yesterday...

I finally make up my mind, standing to my feet and I pull him up with me by his hands, keeping my eyes fixed on the tent that looks even bigger than when he wore his slacks that day, due to his loose sweatpants.

His eyes are widened to their full size when I meet his eyes yet again. I smile and pull one of his hands in the direction of the stairs.

"Wh-Where are we going?" He asks timidly.

"Shh." I gently shush him as we ascend the steps, making our way to my bedroom, where I know he'll be more comfortable. When we get in, I shut the door, just in case.

"Have a seat on my bed." I tell him and he nods, doing as requested. His hands grip the edge of the mattress tightly, his knuckles turning white and again, my eyes lock on the growing tent. He looks massive and I am not ashamed to say I want to see him. If he'll allow me, of course.

"I want to talk to you about what we talked about yesterday, is that alright?" He only nods, and I see the bump of his Adam's apple move up and down on his throat as I presume he swallows hard.

"I never got to finish what I was saying..." I like where I'm going with this. I begin to slowly stalk towards him. "You see, when you get an erection, your penis is getting hard and it needs a certain...friction to soften it and get it back to normal." He nods again as I stand above him, keeping our eyes locked. "It hurt so bad the other day because you needed friction. Friction you wouldn't allow yourself."

He surprises me by setting his hands on either of my hips, and he tugs me down onto his lap so I am straddling him. Actually, to say it surprised me is a bit of an understatement, but I'm loving the confidence.

"Give me that friction. Please." He almost begs with wide pleading eyes. I try to hide my smirk, so I kiss his lips. It was meant to be a simple peck, but he turned it into a full-on make out session, slipping his tongue past my lips. Marcel is at his best when he's confident, most definitely.

I feel the need practically radiating off of the both of us immediately after our lips meet, and decide to grind my hips down on him, feeling my own delicious friction on my core as he groans a bit loudly into my mouth. My hands rest on the back of his head, meeting the soft fabric of his beanie and I mentally scoff. I want to feel the curls.

"First of all, let's take this thing off." I whisper as I pull away slightly, and push the beanie off his head, tossing it to the floor behind me. My fingers run freely back through his luscious hair, marveling in how soft it is compared to the hardness of his usually slick, gel-filled hair. The brown curls peek through the spaces between my fingers as they massage his head.

"I love your curls." I assure him, almost reading his mind, knowing he's probably cursing his own hair. I decide its time I finally see him, getting off his lap. He looks up at me with a pout and I giggle a bit. I pull him up and switch our positions, so now he's towering over me as usual.

"Take off your shirt, please." He does as told and I marvel at his abs for a moment, letting my hands roam up and down his upper body, stopping at his wide hips.

"I'm just going to take off your pants, alright?" I wait for him to make some acknowledgment if it's okay. He nods for the third time, and my hands find the waistband of his gray pants. I give him a soft kiss to each of his sexily prominent V-lines while my hands hook inside to slowly pull the pants down his slender thighs. I keep eye contact with him, searching for any sign of uncomfortability. I find none, and I let the pants pool at the socks on his feet.

"Now, I need you to tell me if you are not comfortable with anything I do. I don't want you to be nervous, okay?" He nods (fourth time) and I look down at his black Calvin Klein's, seeing the faint outline of his erection suffocating under the tight fabric.

Damn...