Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Twenty Six

A/N: hey guys! This chapter contains another mediocre smut blurb, so if you don't like that feel free to scroll to the second half of this chapter(: enjoy!

I went to Louis's and Harry's that night after taking a shower at my place and trying to wash the thought of Ryan out of my head. I don't know why he was being such a jerk today at the bar. He wasn't intoxicated and it sure wasn't jealousy. I have seen Ryan jealous before, and that wasn't it. It was easy to believe that Ryan was exhausted and not getting much sleep. That's life as an agent for ya. But what I found interesting was the reason behind his insomnia. I was up all night every night thinking about Louis and Harry...sometimes even my Dad. What was his excuse?

The second Harry told me Louis wasn't home, I pressed myself into him. This time it was him against the wall under my control. Although Harry must have been confused, he was extremely turned on, or so I felt on my thigh, and didn't question me, which I was happy about because then that would ruin the mood.

He took me upstairs and I saw his bedroom for the first time. It was painted navy blue and his comforter was a grey duvet. He had a desk in the corner where some papers and pencils were scattered. Next to it was a guitar so I assumed the papers had some sort of lyrics written on them.

I didn't waste any time with foreplay. It was obvious that he was turned on from the bulge in his pants and there was no need to turn up the heat between my legs because that was also clearly doing fine.

Harry tried to take over, not used to having the girl be the dominant one in bed. He kissed me roughly like I was kissing him. I felt light on my feet when I was with him, dizzy in the head, and completely euphoric. The heat of his palms on the skin of my waist burned from the inside out with the most tasteful sensation that I never wanted to lose. He used his hands to guide my hips as I grinded against him through his jeans that were becoming tighter by the second.

I ripped him out of his clothes quickly. With every article we tore off of each other, we always checked to make sure the other one was comfortable. Usually this would be cute and sappy, but for some reason, tonight it was a huge turn on. This man, Harry Styles, the one that the media made out to be some jack ass man whore was actually super sweet even in the middle of sex. I'll just add that on the list of reasons as to why I don't deserve him.

"Condom?" I asked when the both of us were completely naked.

Harry's hands, that have been smoothly guiding themselves all over my body, reached into the night stand by his bed and pulled out a gold metallic square packet. Still laying on his back, he ripped the package with his teeth and slid the rubber over his length, nodding up at me to tell me he was ready.

I lowered myself down on him, feeling that delicious stretch that I've been craving since last night. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back with pleasure. The sound of my moans mixed together with Harry's.

I leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Harry's lips. He tangled his hands through my hair and kissed me with equal amount of passion. Harry's hips moved upward, creating a deeper angle that made my body go crazy. My mouth dropped open at the new feeling, unintentionally letting out a loud moan/cry. Harry took the advantage and slipped his tongue into my mouth deepening the kiss. He continued to thrust his hips upward. His movements were so pleasurable that I couldn't even focus on kissing him. My teeth grazed his collar bones as I tried pepper his skin with kisses. With every harder thrust, my body was becoming weaker. I knew it wouldn't be long until I reached my end.

"Fuck Kelly," Harry groaned when I sat back up again. I bounced on top of him, using my pent up energy and anger to fuel the moment between us.

Harry's beautiful green eyes closed delightfully. His head on his pillow was arched and soon his thrusts were coming sloppier and I knew he was near his peak.