Polar Opposites

Chapter 18

Nicole's POV

"Were going to play our game." I know immediately what he means. I'm guessing it doesn't involve studying this time, since I didn't bring my bag and he doesn't have his notes. I nod, waiting for him to ask the first question.

"Why does your mom hate you?" My cheeks flush, and I look away breaking our eye contact. I take my scarf off, showing I don't want to answer. He nods.

"Were not doing any studying tonight, are we?" He takes that as my question, as he smirks and gives me a firm no.

"What happened to your father?" I grow annoyed, as he knows what questions will get me to strip. Part of me wants to take my jeans off, but the other side of me wants to give him his answer, so he never brings it up again.

"He was a drunk. My mother was a cheater. They eventually couldn't handle each other anymore so he left." He nods, obviously surprised I answered.

"What happened to your father?" He smirks, lifting his shirt over his head and dropping the black fabric to the ground. The familiar colors on his chest bring goosebumps to my arms, and I catch myself wanting to run my ringers over them, but I stop myself.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" My heart jumps to my chest, and I feel the tingling in between my legs start to build up. My stomach flutters. I unbutton my jeans, pulling them down and leaving them inside out. He knows my answer is yes, but he smiles, knowing I wanted less clothing on more.

"Do you want to fuck me?" He's slightly surprised at my language, but smiles, and let's out a loud chuckle, hinting at his dimples and sparkling eyes.

"Yes Nicole, I want to fuck you." His gaze is gentle, but his eyes hold hunger.

I wait for his next question, but he just stares at me. I feel my cheeks flush, and the anxiety build in my chest. He takes a couple steps closer to me, my eyes remaining on his chest. I see my bra hang in the back of his pants, and wonder if he did the same with my panties New Years night.

"Are you wet, nicole?" My breathing is labored, as his body is inches from mine. My hand has a mind of its own, as I feel the warmth of his touch, examining the colors and designs of his ink with fingers. I can't form words, but nod my head, keeping my gaze on his chest. His hand comes to my chin, causing my eyes to automatically close. His lips slowly come to mine, planting a gentle kiss. My heart is pounding, and I'm swear he can hear it. His hand moves to my hair, running his fingers through a curl. I open my eyes to find his are already on me. His shy smile is present, as he runs a hand up my sweater, his cold hand resting on my breast, as he slightly pinches my nipple, I wince.

His mouth moves to my neck, kissing lightly as he continues to cup my breast. I never realized how good it could feel, the contradiction of his cold fingers to my warm, aroused nipple.

As his hand fiddles under my shirt and his other in my hair, I slowly make both hands to his pants, causing his gaze to be questionable as I unbuckle is jeans. He helps me, pulling one side down as I do the other. His boxers are loose, but his bulge is present, giving me a shiver of excitement and nervousness.

"Will you show me how?" He knows what I mean, as I drop to my knees. He nods, continuing to grab my head of hair, slightly yanking, but taking in the softness of each curl.

I run my hand over his bulge, teasing at what's inside the thin fabric. He lets out a sigh, his eyes closed. I pull down the fabric, revealing his size. My eyes slightly widen, thankful his eyes are closed. I take him in my hand, feeling the warm of his ember. He moans, just from my slightest touch. I've done research and read articles on sex, as well as seen movies, so I hope I've learned a thing or two.

He grabs his hand over mine, moving it in an up and down motion.

"Just like that." I nod, doing as he told me, slightly rubbing my hand up and down his size. I bring my mouth to the top, slowly licking and pursing my lips around him.

"Fuck Nicole, your a natural." I smile with him in my mouth, looking up at him as his eyes rest down on me. His eyes are hooded, and his mouth remains slightly open as he breathes heavily in and out.

I continue to move my hand up and down, but go deeper, taking his size in my mouth and slightly sucking, using my tongue to lick his tip. By the sound of his moans and his grip tightening in my hair, I know he's close.

"I'm gonna cum.." he tells me questionably, but I don't stop, taking him deeper in my mouth and closing my eyes, hiding my nervousness of what's to come. From the tensing of his thighs and his labored breathing, I know he's close. A burst of saltiness fills my mouth, as well as the warmth of his liquid. I keep my eyes closed, quickly swallowing as he shoots to the back of my throat. I keep sucking until his breathing decreases, and I no longer taste him.

"Holy shit, that was better than I expected." I gain satisfaction from beating his standards, as he helps me to his knees and brings his boxers back to his hips. I feel wetness build in my panties, as I impatiently wait for him to take over my body.

"Harry!" I hear his bedroom door open, and his eyes widen. He points to his closet, motioning for me to get in it. I stumble, confused on what I should do, but I listen, running to his closet.

"Yes?!" His voice is full of annoyance.

"Dinner will be ready in 20." The sound of kindness lingers, as the voice makes her way down the stairs.

"Alright. Nicole's here so she'll be staying for dinner." The fact he uses my name gives me a sense she knows who I am.

"Oh excellent! I'm so excited to finally meet her!" I can hear her smile, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of her using the word finally, meaning she knows of me.

---- Harry's POV

"So Nicole, I heard your valedictorian, Thats excellent! I appreciate all your time and dedication you have to help my boy!" I roll my eyes as she squeezes my hand, her eyes squinting as she smiles.

"Oh no it's my pleasure. He's definitely come a long way." She smiles, finishing her bite of chicken.

My mother's gaze remains on her, as she sits next to me, her hair now in a bun after being too much of a mess. Her cheeks remain rosey, and from the amount of jizz I produced she's probably not hungry.

Holy shit though, she knows how to suck a dick. I thought it was going to be sloppy and I had to pretty much teach her, but she did just fine. Shit, she's probably one of my best. I can't help but admire her swollen lips, knowing I caused them.

"Harry is doing so well in Chemistry now, he even made honors on his progress report! I'm telling you, when he told me about you, I knew he found a keeper!"

"Mom!" She smirks, but keeps her mouth shut. If I could I'd tape her mouth shut. She's always out to fucking find someone to bear her grandchildren. If only I told her Nicole and I's deal, then she'd have a heart attack.

My mother eventually stands to clean the kitchen up, and I rest my hand on Nicole's thigh, tight with her jeans. She tries moving it, but my grip is strong, as it travels to the middle of her legs.

"So Nicole, Niall's your twin brother?" I begin to run her, feeling her being to soak through her pants. She nods her head, unable to speak.

"You know he's such a great kid, you both are! Your mother must be so proud of you too!" She nods her head, as her cheeks continue to rose and I quicken my rubbing, teasing her over her pants. I think to myself thank God her jeans are dark, because that shit would be visible.

"May I be excused?" She practically chokes on her words, and my mother nods. She wipes her mouth clean, and folds her arms over her chest, that is still braless.

"Thank you again for dinner Miss. Styles, it was delicious." She smiles, turning and walking down my stairs.

"Call me Anne!" My mother turns her attention toward me. "Is she okay?" My mom mouths to me as the sound of Nicole going down stairs lingers.

"Yeah, I think she's just ready to study."