Unhealthy Love-Harry Styles(punk)

Chapter Twenty Three- Pleasure

When Harry pulled into the parking lot beside his apartment, I grew even more nervous. I knew Harry was waiting in anticipation and I couldn't just back out now. I followed Harry up to his apartment once we had gotten out of the car. Everything seemed silent, like no one was awake. Harry pressed the button on the lift, waiting for it to come down. I stood inpatient, my hands shaking because I was so nervous.

This was going to be my first sexual experience and I wanted to be ready, I just wasn't sure that I was. The lift doors opened, pulling me out of my daze. harry stepped in and I followed after him. He pressed the floor number, and we stood in silence as the lift slowly went up. Harry turned to me, noticing I wasn't myself. "What's wrong?", He frowned. "Nothing", I shook my head, but he knew better than to believe that. He didn't say anything though. The doors opened again and we stepped out onto Harry's floor.

Harry fumbled in his pocket, finding his key and unlocking the door. I followed Harry in, standing in the darkness, until harry switched the light on. Harry shut the door, locking it and sighed. "Grace, you don't have to do this", he told me, but I refused shaking my head. "N-no, I want to", I stuttered out, sliding my shoes off, along with my coat, and wrapping my arms round his neck, beginning to kiss him.

"No", he gently pushed me away from him. I frowned, confused. "Grace, please I don't want it to seem like I'm forcing you because you really don't have to do this", He reassured me. "Harry, you still have a boner, who's going to make it go away if I don't?", I asked him, eyes wide. "Well, I-I can do it myself", He suggested. I could picture him pleasuring himself in my head and it was making me wet. "No, I want to do this for you, but can we just, start off slow?", I asked. Harry eagerly nodded, glad I had agreed to it.

Harry slid his shoes off and his jacket, leading me into his bedroom. Before he could even turn the light on my lips were attached to his, pushing him onto the bed, I began to straddle him.His eyes were wide in shock, but I took no notice and continued to kiss him. Trailing my hands down his arms, I found the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it up, he helped me out, throwing it on the floor beside his bed. I took a moment to admire the countless tattoos he had on his skin. I could see the faint outline of his abs, making me smile.

I placed my lips back onto his, reaching down to his belt and attempting to unbuckle it, however it was quite difficult. My hands were still shaking, I was nervous I would do something wrong. I really didn't want anything like that happening. Harry placed a kiss on my temple to calm me down. He helped me undo his belt. I shot him a thankful smile and unbuttoned his jeans, zipping them down and tugging them off so Harry was just in his plain black boxers. His boxers were tight against his bulge.

To this point, I had no idea what to do next. "Want some help?", Harry asked, his voice deep and gruff. I bit my lip nodding. Harry chuckled, softly taking my hand in his. He placed my hand just above the waist band of his boxers. He was expecting me to do something, but me being the cowardly girl I am, I froze, my hand staying just above his boxers. Harry's dark green eyes looked towards me, confused. Still straddling him, I let my finger tip, trace his V-lines. "Fuck!", Harry grunted. 

I swallowed hard, feeling nervous. I concentrated on Harry's face and when a loud moan left his lips, it shocked me. My eyes followed down to his hand which was gently rubbing against his crotch. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just sat and watched in complete awe. His eyes were closed, rubbing harder and harder. His pink lips were parted, letting silent moans escape. His curls stuck to his forehead, his other hand was latched around the back of my thigh, while he pleasured himself with the other. My lips placed a kiss on his chest, watching him closely. 

His hand moved slow yet rough. He was taking, slow, deep breaths. Watching Harry, I couldn't help but notice how helpless he looked. His eyes closed, he was a moaning mess, pleasuring himself and that's when I felt bad. I'd never pleasured myself before nor had someone ever pleasured me, but I guessed it felt much better when someone else pleasured you. It must be horrible for him to be pleasuring himself, when someone capable of doing it for him, is right next to him. I wasn't sure where the confidence had come from, but it certainly sparked up courage to help him out.

I placed my shaky hand on top of his. His eyes snapped open, a small smile on his lips. When harry moved his hand away from his boxers, I grew even more nervous, not sure what to do. I closed my eyes, copying what I watched Harry do to himself. I moved my hand in slow circles. "Harder Gracie fuck!", He moaned, eyes shut. I did as I was told, pushing harder and going faster. I could feel the material of his boxers grow damp due to the pleasure he was receiving. He pushed his head against his pillow, biting his lip. He looked so hot, the veins in his neck visible, his jaw clenched, moaning out in pleasure. I couldn't help myself, I lent towards his kissing his lips, hard. 

His large hand fell over mine, encouraging me to continue to pleasure him. "Squeeze", He grunted, when I withdrew from his lips. I squeezed harder than I intended, but he still seemed to like it. He grew even harder under my touch. I applied more pressure, watching his reaction. Harry's eyes were wide open, watching me intensely, eyeing my every movement. "Grace!", He moaned out, his head rolling back, overwhelmed by the pleasure. His moaning became more and more frequent, bucking his hips up towards my hand, arching his back,with one last roll of my hand, Moisture began to fill Harry's black boxers. I presumed his meant that I had finished my job in pleasuring him.

Harry's breathing was heavy and fast panting. I took my hand away from his boxers, unsure if I had done a good job or not. I watched him as he opened his eyes, sitting up. "For a first timer, you're pretty good", He panted. A small smile grew on my lips as he rolled off, of the bed. "I'm going to take a shower", He told me. I watched as he wondered into the bathroom, leaving me in darkness. 

I got up turning the light on, still overwhelmed by what I had just done. Seeing as I was only wearing a dress, I had to take it off and change it for one of Harry's over sized jumpers, so it wouldn't be too revealing. I struggled to unzip the dress, when it finally did unzip, I shrugged my shoulders from the arm holes and let it fall to the ground, reaching up into Harry's wardrobe and finding a grey oversized jumper.

I stepped out of my dress and folded it onto the bed. Unfortunately, I was only in my underwear, when Harry hurriedly opened the door. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Fuck Grace, are you trying to get me hard again?", Harry asked, eyeing my body. I quickly pulled the jumper over my head, my face flushed from embarrassment. Harry was wearing just a towel, which hung low on his hips. He walked over to his draws and reached in for a clean pair of boxers. I looked away when he dropped his towel. I wasn't ready to see that yet. 

"Grace, you can look now", Harry laughed, I slowly moved my head up to see him wearing a clean pair of boxers. "Do you want to go to bed?", Harry asked. I nodded, getting in one side of the bed, while Harry got in the other. Harry switched the lamp off and it was pitch black. My eyes were still wide open though. 

"Don't worry Grace, I'm defiantly going to return the favour", Harry whispered in my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck. He brushed his finger tips up my thigh, proving his point. Harry placed one last kiss on my cheek, causing my eyes to flutter close. This had been an eventful evening.

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