Playboy | Mature Harry Styles

Chapter 4

A/N: some words are censored with a * because wattpad won't let me post it otherwise.

[warning: sexual content]


"She doesn't want us as friends? Why?" Harry asked as I talked with him over the phone.


"I don't know.. Don't take it serious, she was just a bit pissed yesterday. Who knows what that twat told her." I spoke quietly, not wanting Melanie to hear any of our conversation even though she was taking a shower.


"What twat? Her boyfriend?"


"Yeah. He's an asshole, really. But she loves him anyway, probably only because of all his money." I grinned, not meaning it rude, but it was the truth.


"I hate those kind of people." Harry spoke. "Those who date people only because of their money. I'm glad I don't have lots of money, or else I would end up with a wife who doesn't even love me."


"Yeah, me too." I agreed.


"Do me a favour?" I heard Harry ask nicely.


"Depends on what it is."


"Come over here. I need company, nobody's home." The thoughts of what Melanie just told me yesterday came to my mind and for a second I doubted whether to or not.


"Alright." I smiled for myself and looked around in search for my army jacket and the black high heeled boots. I don't give a fuck about Melanie's "warning" - she's not my mum.


"Really?" He asked surprisingly and glad to hear it. "I'll be waiting for you."


"What else should you do?" I laughed lightly. "I'll leave now, will be there in ten minutes or so."


~*~


"I've actually got a surprise for you." Harry smiled once I threw my jacket on his bed.


"Really? What kind of surprise?" I raised my eyebrow, not really comfortable with the way he said it.


"Wait here." He told me and left the room.


He came back shortly after with two Redbulls in his hand. I looked at him with a brightly smile, glad that he actually thought of me and bought me a redbull, but also a bit in shock that he could fit two cans of redbulls in only one hand.


"For you." He grinned.


"Both?" I asked in surprise and he nodded. I probably looked like an excited child for Christmas. "Harry.. God, you're lovely. Thank you." I smiled.


Harry sat down on the floor with his back against the edge of his bed, right beside me. I leaned towards him and cupped his cheek with my hand, before placing a kiss on his other cheek which made him grin.


"Here." I handed him the one of the Redbulls. "I want to share with you."


"No- I bought them for you."


"And now they're mine and I wanna share one with you." I insisted and he finally took it.


"You're cute." Harry mumbled.


"So are you." I mumbled back.


I've known Harry for less than a week, and I already feel much closer to him than people I've known my whole life. Is that normal?


~*~


It was dark outside, late evening. I was still at Harry's and been there since the morning.


"What is your mum gonna think when she comes home and find me here?"  I asked Harry.


"That you're prettier than all the other girls I've brought here." He smirked.


"That wasn't what I meant." Yet I still felt like blushing. "But thank you."


"I'm serious, Jenna. You're really pretty." He spoke, staring at me.


"Thanks." I said again and this time I actually blushed. Fuck. "I should go before she-"


"No, stay." Harry cut me off.


Melanie has already called me four times and sent me a message asking me where I was at, but I ignored it. I'll probably just tell her that I haven't checked my phone all day.


"It will only get darker if I don't leave now."


"I'll drive you home, or you can stay here the night." He begged. I couldn't help but smile, he was so cute; begging me not to leave. I wanted to hug him so bad.


"I can't stay here." I told him. "Do you even have a car? Or a lincense?" I didn't know he could drive.


"Of course I have." I rolled his eyes at me and I laughed. "I'll drive you home. There's no way I'm letting you going all the way home in the dark on this time at the day."


I looked at him with soft eyes. "Alright, alright."


"..or you could sleep here." He smirked.


"No." I spoke quickly and he sighed.


"It's not like you haven't slept with me before-"


"Harry, I was drunk and that was a one night stand - it won't happen again." I told him maybe a bit too harsh, because he looked quite disappointed afterwards.


"You should be proud that you're the only fuckin' girl in this world that I am begigng to sleep with me - for the second time."


"I still don't get why you want it so bad." I mumbled.


"Because you are fucking great in bed and I literally had the best orgasm ever." He looked at me if I was stupid.


"Well, I didn't." I spoke a bit too quick. I regret that sentence right after I said it - and I could see on Harry he looked surprised and sad. "I didn't mean it like-"


"You just told me how bad I am in bed." He said quietly and looked away from me.


"No, Harry, you're great, really. I just didn't come that night, but it's not a surprise-"


"Why isn't it a surprise? Now I feel bad.. I came and you didn't..?" He looked confused.


"No boy has ever made me orgasm. You shouldn't be that disappointed, it has never happened for me."


"Wait." Harry took a short break and looked up at me. "You have never had an orgasm before?"


"Of course I have." I rolled my eyes. "I've made myself come. But that's it."


Harry stood frozen in front of me before he laughed. "No guy has ever made you come? That's unbelievable. Now I feel even more happy."


"Why?" I asked confusedly.


"Because.. now I can be the first boy who has ever made you orgasm." He smirked and I just shook my head. "Oh, trust me baby. I will make you come so hard." He winked.


"I doubt that." I mumbled. "I believe you're good, with those long and thick fingers I bet you can finger a girl into next week - but I just don't believe it's possible for me to come by another person." I laughed slightly.


"I can try." He smirked. "Please? I really wanna test my skills - if I make you orgasm I might be a master."


"God, Harry, no." I laughed as he pulled me up on his lap, fighting against him as we both laughed. "No, I don't want to- Harry, stop it." I laughed but tried to be serious.


"Mhhm. You smell good." He suddenly half-moaned as he buried his head in the crook of my neck. His arms around my waist as I sat on his lap.


I brushed my fingers over the tattoos on his arm. "I like tattoos." I spoke randomly and turned my head to look at him.


"Oh, really?" He smirked and I nodded.


"Can I see the rest?" I asked him and he shrugged before taking off his shirt. One thing do I remember from that night; all the tattoos he has on his body.


I glanced my fingers over his chest where he got two swallows. Harry looked down at my fingers before he watched me as I ran my hand down his chest to the butterfly tattoo.


"How can you've got all those tattoos when you're so young?" I asked him curiously. I didn't have a single one, but hell, I wanted my whole arm covered in tattoos - if I wasn't so scared of needles.


"Dunno." He shrugged and chuckled. "I got most of them made by friends and people I know private."


I lifted Harry's arm up to see the tats under it, studying all of them with my eyes. "They're beautiful." I told him quietly and he grinned before his arm wrapped around me, right under my boobs.


"You're beautiful." He spoke in my ear and I blushed.. again.


"Thanks." I murmured with my head on his shoulder, my hands running up and down his bare, muscular body. He was warm, and it just felt comfortable and safe to sit on his lap, close to him.


"I'm glad we met.. you're a great friend." Harry told me and I laughed softly.


"Yeah, I'm glad too. You're good company." I resplied as a warm smile grew on his face.


"So.. what you gonna do with Melinda?"


"Melanie." I corrected him.


"Right, sorry."


"I don't know. For fuck's sake, she can't tell me what to do and what not to do. Honestly, I couldn't care less about her opinion on my friends." I rolled my eyes of the thought of her being like that.


"You stay in her apartment, ya know.. I think you should listen a bit to what she has to say, or else you'll end up homeless." He grinned and rubbed his hand on my thigh through my tights.


"So you agree with her? You want me to stay away from you?" I turned my head to look at Harry with a serious look on my face and he shook his head quickly.


"No! Fuck, no- I don't want you to do that!" He almost yelled and I started laughing. His hand moved to my stomach as he circled it against my belly, really comfortably. "You're gorgeous." He spoke quietly with his chin on  my shoulder.


"Stop it."


"I'm serious, you are!"


"You're just trying to get in my pants." I looked at him with with a fake sad face.


"True." He laughed and I pushed him carefully. "It's because of your boobs." He smirked and I rolled my eyes at him while he saw me.


"Well, it's not working sweety."


"Hmm.. I might to something 'bout that, don't you think?" He smirked and I felt his hand sneak down my stomach and between my legs.


"Harry! God- stop it!" I pushed his hand away, but he was quick to hold both of my arms with his strong hands and keep me like that. "Fucking let me go, you dick!" I couldn't help but laugh, but I was definitely serious; I didn't want him to touch me sexually.


"Sorry, girls usually want me to finger them so badly - but you reject me when I try to?" He grinned as I tried to get my arms free that were hold behind my back.


"Harry, please, not right now!" I pulled my arms back but once again, I couldn't.


His other hand that didn't hold me was rubbing me lightly between my legs. With really thin tights and lace thong, I could clearly feel how he rubbed his hand, and it made a moan escape my lips.


"See? You want my fingers so bad.. right babe?" He teased me as his hand rubbed harder. "I can already feel how wet you are, sweetheart."


"God, you're a devil." The words flew out of my mouth as I laughed, but I was definitely nervous too. Nervous of his reaction when he finds out that I can't cum when others touch me.


"Shh. Just lean back and relax, baby. Let me take care of this and do my job here." He winked and slipped his hand in my thong. His fingers sliding up and down my slit, between my folds to feel how fucking wet I actually was.


"Ha-oh god." I moaned when his finger pressed against my clit and circled it. Making me raise my hips up for him to touch me more, but he pushed them back down; back down onto his hard boner I could feel through his jeans.


Harry's hand sneaked up to cup my breast, squeezing it lightly as he pulled his hand out. Pushing his fingers in his mouth to taste me. "Mhh." He moaned with them in his mouth, before taking them out and pulling my tights and thong down my knees.


"Should I?" He asked me, cupping my p*ssy in his hand. His smirk killing me.


"Yes." I spoke quietly, not wanting to actually give in.


"Yes what? What should I do?" He teased, wanting me to say the full sentence. "What do you want me to do, baby?"


"Touch me." I mumbled without having eye-contact.


"Touch you where?"


I looked up at him with a face saying 'are you fucking kidding me?'. The smirk was all I needed in response for knowing that I had to beg for it.


"Fuck. Finger me with those long and tick fingers, baby. I need to feel how good they are." I begged, desperate.


He slipped one finger in, as deep as he could which made me moan for more. Pushing another one in, he curled them inside me as I grabbed his bicep on his free arm. Only hearing the sound of how wet I was with each time he went in and out along with my small moans.


"Oh god." I moaned quietly, grabbing his hand and pushing it harder between my legs. "Mhhm."


"Such a beautiful sight." I heard Harry as his fingers pulled out and rubbed my clit harshly, making my hips rock against his hand.


"Yes, god." I moaned, my nails digging in the skin of his bicep as my toes curled.


Harry spread my thighs wider apart before he pushed three fingers. They were all so long, I could feel them so deep. As he fingered me with a fast rhythm and I pushed my hips up against his hand, the palm pressing on my clit. I started whimpering and Harry smirked, knowing he was doing his job very well already.


"Am I doing it good?" Harry asked in my ear, kissing underneath it right after.


"Mhmm." I moaned, turning my head and opening my eyes slowly. All I saw was Harry's face right in front of me, and suddenly his lips were on mine - as he worked my tight core with his fingers.


"Fuck." I whimpered and his thumb went up to play my clit, giving me even more pressure as I bit my lip, preventing myself in making too much noise.


I sucked in a breath, laying in Harry's arms completely overwhelmed by the way he was pleasuring me. I was surprised that he could work those fingers that good, and all I wondered was how he his c*ck would feel slow and deep inside me.


"Still don't think I can't make you cum?" He grinned, kissing down my neck as I grabbed his hair behind his neck, pulling onto his curls. My thighs started shaking and I was fighting to catch my breath.


"Shit, oh shit!" I whimpered once again, biting my bottom lip as hard as I could, not caring about the taste of blood that suddenly was in my mouth.


"Don't hold it back, baby. Let me hear those beautiful moans of yours." Harry said calmly in my ear, and I opened my mouth slightly for the moans to come out.


"Don't stop, do- god, just a little more." I breathed, almost whispered. "Yes, yes." My voice was shaking as I slid my hand down his neck and moaned against his jaw.


Harry pumped his fingers harder before he went up and down instead in and out, his fingers pressing against the spot that made me cry out and cum. I squirmed and gripped onto his tattooed arm, sitting between his legs and coming on his hand.


I was shocked - impressed, actually. And Harry was proud.


"Shit." I cursed breathless, my mouth hanging open as I felt Harry stroke my cheek. I could feel his fingers pull out and the cold air hit my area.


"Mhm." Harry moaned and all I heard was how he licked his fingers. "You did good. Well, so did I." He grinned.


"Incredible." I whispered, looking up at him. Still slightly shaking.


"You're surprised?" He winked before laughing. "Told you I could make you cum, babe. Don't worry, it definitely won't be the last time."


~*~


"So.." I spoke as Harry parked the car right outside the apartment where I lived. "Thanks for the redbulls, and.. the other stuff." I blushed and he laughed.


"You're welcome, beautiful." He mumbled quietly, looking me straight into my eyes.


"Well, I should go then." I opened the car door and was about to step out before he protested.


"Wait!" Harry nearly shouted and I turned around to face him. "Uhm.. See you next time?" He spoke awkwardly and I grinned.


"When's next time?" I asked, wanting him to tell me when he wants to see me again.


"I.. don't know. When you've time, I guess."


"You know I always have time." I grinned and he nodded with a smile.


"Yeah.. uh, tomorrow?"


"Sure." I smirked and leaned over to give him a quick hug.


"Is Marina home?" He asked me before I got to step out of the car.


"Melanie." I corrected him for the second time. "And yes, she is."


"You should get your own apartment. I don't like the bitch." Harry sighed and I laughed softly.


"I don't have any fuckin' money." I shrugged. "I''ll get one as soon as I get the chance to get a job.. if that ever happens."


Harry laughed and his dimples showed before he licked his lips. "Anyway, you better go. We won't want her to see that you're with me."


"Right.. drive safe." I smiled and got out of the car. Harry honked after me as he drove away, and I started walking upstairs to the apartment. Not having anything else on my mind than Harry's gorgeous face.


What didn't cross my mind was the fact that I was trapped - and there wasn't any way back.

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