Harry held tightly onto my hand as he led me through the crowded and cramped club. The cold, London air hit my flushed skin like a freezing concrete wall but was quickly overcome by Harry’s warm body pressing me up against the club’s rough exterior to steal a few final kisses before his car came around. The gentle hum of the car’s engine pulled us from the enchanting kiss, reminding us that the best part of the night was yet to come. He led me to his massive black Range Rover and opened the passenger door for me before entering in the driver’s seat himself. I thought to myself, “He’s really nice to his one night stands. Hmm…whatever. I like it.” I smiled a bit at my thought as Harry pulled away from the club and after a few moments of silence, my nerdy side emerged again.
“Harry, at the risk of sounding a bit masculine, I just have to tell you that your car…it’s sick.” He laughed loudly at my comment and said, “So, you like my car then?” I nodded my head. “It’s just so…big,” I said slowly, trying to regain the seductive tone in my voice. Feeling a bit bolder than I had in the club, I reached down and palmed Harry’s growing erection through his jeans. He let out a loud groan, seemingly surprised at my forwardness. Continuing to stroke his crotch, I steadily exhaled my hot breath on to Harry’s ear, which caused him to shudder. I whispered to him, “I bet whatever you want to do to me at your flat, you could do to me in the back of this, it’s so big. But I bet your car isn’t the only thing that you have that’s big…” I gave him one last squeeze through the material of his jeans to hold him over until we got back to his flat. I recoiled to my seat, trying to hide my overly satisfied smile. Harry’s eyes were glued to the road and his knuckles grew paler with each passing minute as he gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter. We remained silent the rest of the way to the flat, not wanting to break the sexual tension in the air. When we finally arrived at the anticipated destination, Harry turned off the engine, and started to open his door as I began to open mine.
“No!” he exclaimed. I threw him a confused expression and he simply smiled and said, “I’ll get the door for you”. He hurriedly came to the passenger door, chivalrously opening it for me and taking my hand as I stepped out.
“Why, thank you,” I said, trying to hold back a big smile at his gentlemanly antics.
"Come here," he said, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing me passionately once more. We pulled away from the kiss and walked to the entrance of his flat, holding hands and giggling like high school kids who just finished their first date at the movies. While still lacing his fingers in mine, Harry reached into his coat pocket to retrieve his key and open the door to his flat. I hugged him tightly from behind, rubbing his chest through his shirt and stretching on my tippy toes to kiss the back of his neck. He turned his head to look at me kissing him. I gazed back at him with innocent eyes but with a slight smirk while he
returned my gaze with a grin that almost said, “Just wait”.
"Welcome to Casa de Styles!" he exclaimed while opening the door, stretching his arms in the air and laughing a bit, inadvertently breaking some of the sexual tension lingering between us.
I gasped as I took in the view of Harry’s flat. Although the darkness cloaked many of the details, the spaciousness of the home prevailed through the shadows. The space between the floor and ceiling was vast and a massive frosted glass window was dimly illuminated from the restless London lights.
“Ah, qué fabuloso Harry. Tu casa es muy hermosa.”
“You speak Spanish?!” he asked with a shocked but somewhat impressed look on his face.
“Hablo un poco español. Muy un poco,” I replied. “I’m sorry Harry. I’m letting my nerdy side show again, I just…” He gently pressed a finger to my lips, quieting me.
