Bet On It | H. Styles

xxxiv

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Our lips tangled. Our tongues danced. Noses brushed up against one another.

It was all so surreal, but I didn't care. And I'm sure he didn't either. This felt so, so wrong. We were making out in a hallway of our best friend's wedding. But, at the same time, I never wanted it to stop.

Maybe I really did need this. I haven't had sex in months and I wanted to end that streak now. I don't care that it's with Harry. Despite everything telling me not to do this, I didn't care.

I wanted him.

Needed him.

Craved him.

I broke us apart for a moment to gather my thoughts, to push words out of my throat. "We should move this out of the hallway," I breathed, trying to catch my breath.

He nodded in agreement, looking around before pushing us into the bathroom that was right behind me. He locked the door after him to make sure no one walked in. I hope poor women didn't have to come pee anytime soon.

It was so cliché to have some. . . rebound? sex in a bathroom, but at least this bathroom was quite elegant. Hardly any dirt around the white room. For now.

As I realized we were somewhat in privacy now, I really let all of my morals go. I pushed Harry onto the wall besides the door, dropping to my knees before him. He let out a groan at just the sight of me, quick to unbutton and unzip his trousers. But before he could, I removed his hands from his crotch, basically him with my eyes to do it myself. He nodded feverishly, dropping his hands to his sides.

I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tent growing in his black slacks. And, by some practice over my years, I grabbed the zipper of his pants with my teeth, bitting down on it as I brought the zipper down. Harry widened his eyes in awe, nearly collapsing to the floor. I sent him a small smirk and wink, now using my hands to push his pants down to his ankles. I peppered kisses back up his legs, lingering kisses on the few tattoos that littered his thighs.

His breath picked up as I placed a kiss to the center of his bulge, his semi-hard cock hardening almost instantly. He begged and pleaded for me to stop teasing, but, what was the fun in that?

His briefs joined his pants on his ankles, his erection springing up, free from the confines of the black material. My mouth nearly watered at the sight. The last time I saw this, I should've been more grateful, because right now all I could do is compare him to Kenny and how Kenny just wasn't on the same level.

I couldn't wait much longer and neither could he. I swiped my tongue up from the base to the head, earning a moan of relief from Harry as he finally felt pleasure surge through his body. His hands wrapped in my already messy hair, trying to run his fingers through but immediately stopped when I let out a cry of pain because of the tangles that had already formed. He gave me a sympathetic smile, resulting in just placing his hands on my head and in my hair rather than running them through in order to give him some support for balance.

Forgetting about the pain resonating in my scalp, I wrapped my plush lips around his tip, swirling my tongue around in slow circular motions. The taste of a little pre-cum rested on my tongue as I flattened it against his slit. Looking up at him through my eyelashes with my doe eyes, I pushed my mouth further down his length, shaky moans leaving his own.

"F-fucking shit, Wendy," Harry breathed as I lightly scratched my nails up his legs to provoke more nerves in his body.

For the next few minutes I continued scraping my nails up his legs, removing my mouth from his completely, then going as deep down as I could go in one full sweep. He tried to push me down far enough so I would be deep-throating, and at one point I managed to do so, my nose brushing the small patch of pubic hair right above his base. I really don't know how I managed to do that because I've never been able to deep-throat before and considering Harry's size it seemed like an impossibility. But I suppose nothing is impossible.