Up All Night

I know you want it

Jordan's POV

He grabbed my ass abruptly and pulled me into him.

"anything?" he questioned me.

"anything you're willing to try in the middle of the dance floor of a crowded club" I replied with a smile.

"God that's so fucking hot." he looked into my eyes, I saw his go dark with lust. "so, you'll let me do anything?"

"if you're willing to risk getting caught, so am I... Styles."

"I fucking love it when you call me that"

I lean in so my lips are barely touching his and whisper "Styles" as my lips graze against his.

Harry's POV

I couldn’t take it anymore; I literally attacked her lips with mine.

I’ve wanted to do that all night.

She was good at this. I felt her push up and wrap her arms around my neck in an attempt to deepen the kiss. She seemed like she was trying to prove something. Whatever it was, she was definitely leaving an impression.

I let my tongue snake out, barely grazing her lips, asking as politely as I could for her to allow me in.

And what does she do? She squeezes her lips tighter together.

Enough with this shit.

I shoved my tongue in and she whimpered and started to pulled away.

Then she tugged on my lip as she disconnected. Fucking tease.

I kept my eyes closed in hopes that she’d come back, but she didn’t.

I opened my eyes to find her biting her lip and staring at me. W h y.

“Why must you do this to me, babe?"

She just winked in reply and looked around to check on her group. Lou and his chick were stll missing…. Niall was missing too… hm.

Jordan’s POV

Well, that was an odd noise. Did Harry seriously just grunt?

I looked back into Harry's eyes and rubbed my hand lightly over where the bulge was nearly breaking through his pants. He moaned lightly and shut his eyes again and I stopped my hand and kept it there, without moving. His eyes snapped open, and this time they were vengeful and full of lust.

"Stop being such a fucking tease. Either do it or don't." he said through gritted teeth.  

ohhhh, pulling the agressive card, are we?

I pulled my hand away and backed up towards the wall behind me, with both hands in the air, looking at him innocently. This was obviously unexpected, but as his look of shock turned to rage he took one step towards me and had me pressed up against the wall.

"whoa there big guy" I said as I placed a finger on his chest.

"what did you just say to me?!" he spat.

I hadn't yet seen this side of him, but I kinda liked it. I liked that i could make him this angry, that i had a certain power over him. So, I decided to press my luck and flattened my hand on his chest and lightly drag my fingers down to lightly grab the front of his pants and pull my fingers back up to his chest again. I smirked as I saw his eyes roll back, then back into mine as I stopped moving my hand.

"you little-" he began

"You like it, don't even pretend you don't" I interrupted.

He looked down at me, enraged "Like what? That you're a fucking-"

"You're so used to getting what you want, when you want, from any girl you want." I interrupted again.

He just stared at me, his jaw loosening.

"You like that I'm harder to get than most. You like the challenge."

He responded by pressing his body into mine, and leaned his lips down to my ear and whispered, at an agonizingly slow and sultry pace:

"I know you want this just as much as I do."

No shit, Sherlock.

and tilted my head to the side, using one hand to support my neck and immediately going to the sweet spot he'd found earlier, sucking furiously, as if to prove a point.

"Everybody will know what I did to you at this club, I'll make sure there are marks and I know you'll never forget" he said against my neck. I just moaned in response.

well, s h i t.

He smirked against my skin and released a dark chuckle as he bit down slightly and snaked his free hand down my side.