Sexting a Stranger [h.s.]

Chapter 5.

"Harry" I moan as he leaves wet hot kisses down my neck. He sucks hard making sure he leaves a mark. His emerald eyes look straight into my warm brown eyes as he kisses down my stomach. I go to weave my fingers through his brown long curls but he stops and looks up.

"What did I say Rion. No touching." He lifts my arms above my head and holds them down with one hand. His tongue glides down my stomach. My back arches as his hot breath hits my center through my soaking wet panties. Please Harry. Please stop teas-

I shoot up out of my bed as my phone wakes me from my wet dream. It's buzzing uncontrollably. I reach for it and answer the phone call.

"Hello?" I say in a weak sleepy voice.

"Didn't mean to wake you. How was your wet dream about daddy?" A low raspy voice answers.

I look at my phone screen squinting at the bright light. It's Harry. His voice is so memorizing. He has some sort of accent. It's almost recognizable.

"Wait how did you know I had a wet- never mind." I come to face the fact he knows me too well so there's no need to question. I hate that he knows everything about me and I only know his name.

"Were you dreaming about me. Be honest." He replies slowly.

"Not exactly." I blush at my response.

"Tell me baby what were you dreaming about." His accent sounds British and husky, kinda like he just woke up too.

"It's embarrassing." I answer shyly.

How do I tell him I had a wet dream about Harry Styles?

"If we're gonna have some sort of relationship babe, you have to be honest with me." His tone got a little harsher making me jump. I check the clock on my phone and it's two in the morning. Who calls someone at this hour.

"It.. It was about.. Um Harry Styles." I close my eyes waiting for his response. But there was nothing. The line went dead. For some reason I'm disappointed? Earlier today I would have done anything for this creep to go away and now my heart is aching for him to come back.

I lay back down on my pillow and let out a huge grunt. My phone vibrates startling me. What is it now.

H: check your porch baby xx.

My heart feels like it will pound out of my chest as I make my way down the stairs to the big wooden door. I take a deep breath before finally open the door. I look around and don't see anything. I look down and see a pink bag with pink tissue paper. A present? He brought me a present? I took the bag looked around one last time and ran up to my room.

There was a little card on top that read:

Just a little something to wear to your concert this Friday. All the love.
-H

This Friday? There's really only two more days until my concert. How did I not realize.

I reach my hand into the what I'm now realizing is a Victoria Secret bag and feel something lacy. He did not.

Oh he did.

He got me lingerie.. I pull it out and see a black laced see through panties and a matching bra. My jaw hangs open in shock.

R: Lingerie? What's the point of wearing it to the concert if no one will see me in it?

H: Baby I'll see you.

R: you're going?

H: Of course I have no choice love.

What does he mean he has no choice.. Everyone has a choice.

R: you're a One Direction fan too?

H: Yeah. I'm Niall AF

Oh my god. This guys is great. I think I under estimated him a little bit. He says he likes Niall, Hmm.. I should try making him a little jealous then, cause I just happen to like Niall too.

R: I heard his dick is huge. The things I would do to him right now.

H: oh is that so? Well it's not that impressive.

Huh?

H: I mean so I've heard..

R: haha. Right.. Sounds to me you're a little jealous of Nialler and his huge fat cock.

H: jealous pshh.. He has nothing on me and he knows it.

R: oh really? Does he really know it?

H: well he's seen it, so I'm positive he knows it.

Okay. Stop messing with my head Harry. The thick British accent.. All the love... Niall's seen your dick.. Nahh it can't be. He's just messing with me. This is not Harry Styles. Just a coincidence that he's British and his names Harry. Yeah that's what it is a coincidence. Obviously. Get that stupid thought out of your head.

R: whatever you say. Night Harry.

H: goodnight Rion, have fun with your wet dreams.

I chuckle to myself at his response and end up passing out with a smile on my face.

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I wrote this chapter sitting next to my dad... oops.

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