Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Chapter Six

The fashion show went well. I got everything I wanted out of it. I got some serious offers about DJ designs and he is working with them to make a deal, maybe even a contract. This is just the beginning for him. One design sold and many more to come. I'm happy for him. He deserves it.

I was wrapping up work since it was Friday yet again. This week was busy and went by fast. I had no plans this weekend like usual. I scheduled my therapy appointment for Tuesday. It was really nice that she lets me pick days. If she isn't available that day, we just work around it.

Even though she is my therapist and she gets paid to listen to me, I consider her a friend. We've hung out outside of work a couple times for business only. Most of my friends come from business and we use each other evenly. I don't see anyone outside of work much.

I see the familiar black Range Rover in front of my Mercedes. My body was already craving him. I see Keaton get out and open his arm out to the door in the back. I gave a slight nod at Richard indicating that It was okay and that I was okay and got in to see Harry looking fiercely daring. He was in casual grey sweatpants and a basic black shirt but something about him being so casually dressed felt personal to me.

Did others see this side?

"Do you think you could escape that conversation? Leaving me hard with just my hands?" His voice was deep and needy. I felt satisfied knowing I was the one getting someone like him hard. I did a little more research, helping myself inside the world or harry styles and seems like I was right. Every woman adored him and all had the same thing to say. "Best night of my life" then proceeded to talk about his charm. They were just happy that someone like Harry gave them an ounce of attention.

"I'm guessing you don't get that often. I mean just looking at you right now makes me want to do the unimaginable." I felt like a different person around Harry. He made this side of me come out. A side I didn't even know I had. 

"You are going to drive me nuts" He mumbled out before hitting a button on his side door to have a black screen divide Keaton between us. I had felt the heat between my legs begin to form. I was horny for his touch. I wanted to feel him pumping in and out of me so desperately.

"Likewise" My voice came out weak. I reached for the band of his sweatpants but he caught my hand.

"I want to make you feel good. I want to make you scream my name again. I need that." His eyes were in a daze staring at me like I was his prey like they did that night. So dark and alluring. I had the pleasure being with him again and he wants to be the one to do a favor.

"Lean against the window" He smirks and I do as command. He glides his hands over my breast before fiddling with my nipples that grew to his touch. They hardened against my light pink shirt and his look grew even darker. It was like his soul left his body.

He was beautiful.

"Look at that. Your body is so responsive to me. I love it." He takes a hand and spreads my legs apart before circling around my white panties with the pad of his thumb. I moved my hips to the rhythm and he stopped.

I winced at not being able to feel his touch.

"Not yet baby. You can't come just yet, too soon."

I felt the vehicle stop multiple times. It was like we were going in circles. His phone started ringing before he groans a low "dammit" before answering it, holding a finger up to me.

"Cancel the meeting. I'm busy and don't send any calls my way in the next 30 minutes or so" he proceeds to hang up and start continuing where we left off.

"30 minutes?" I raised a brow.

"What? Is that not enough time to fuck you senseless? Your greedy cunt can't get enough of me." I would take sex with Harry styles anyway and any day. I've never felt more alive. I never related to anyone and even though business talk was never in the air, he related to me.

I know he did. It was a constant fight to keep up with this lifestyle and everything that came with it.

I was comfortable with him which is odd but I'm not questioning it or pushing myself into something hopeful. I'm fully aware that this is just sex. He won't be here long anyways and I'll have to move on with my boring life and hope one day we meet in better timing.

My skirt was above my waist just as he tugs my panties away. I felt the coldness hit my heat. He runs his hands through my folds causing me to gasp.

I never thought in a million years I'd be having a casual fuck with a hot ass man in the back of his Range Rover going around in circles just to get our frustrations out.

"God you taste so good" he mumbles before circling around my clit with his tongue. He was hitting every aching spot.

"I want to feel you inside me" he looks up at me smirking.

"Say it again love" I shiver from his cold tone.

"I want you to fuck me with your thick cock" moments later he thrusts into me hard and I couldn't help but scream his name.

It was like it was meant just for me.

"That's right love. Let people know that I'm fucking your little cunt so good." The buildup in my stomach sent me over the edge and I could no longer hold my control. My legs started shaking as I tightened around him. He explodes and falls on top of me and we just lay there for a second, both too tired to say anything.

I didn't want this to ever end.

I swallowed hard as he pulled out slowly and started pulling up his sweats.

It was over again and that sent a pain down my chest.

"Are you hungry?" He questions, randomly. I nod. I was actually starving. I skipped lunch today to take calls.

"How about pizza?" He questions just as I pull my skirt back down.

"Pizza sounds good." He picks up his phone before calling someone.

"Keaton. Take us to Sammy's pizza." I go to cross my legs but he stops me with a graze of his hand on my upper thigh. My skin was warm and sticky. I could feel the texture of his rings as he moved his hand up and down but stopping and letting it rest where it first made contact. He didn't dare move it until we arrived to eat.

In the middle of my second slice, he finally broke words.

"I'm leaving tonight to go back to California." I don't know why he told me but I was glad he did.

"Did you like New York?" I tried to make small talk.

"I enjoyed New York very much" The corner of his lips curved.

Half an hour goes by without either of us talking. We both just enjoyed the pizza and the nice music that was playing around us. What more was there to be said? He was leaving and that was that.

"I don't want to share you with anyone else." I nearly choked on my water at his words. It scared me to my core when I looked up at him starring at me with nothing but seriousness written all over his face.

He wasn't joking.