Secrets

Riley Milton

I watched the way Harry had taken those hits from the bong, I watched a twenty something year old man relax and go back to the twenty something year old boy he was supposed to be.

I didn't hate Harry. I just didn't trust him.

But in this room. In this moment that was happening between us now, whether it be lies or real, I felt something.

I felt something tug in my stomach as he walked to me. I felt nervous, like the butterflies in your stomach when he looked me up and down. He made my toes curl and my legs press together as he leaned over me, the weed might have been helping me feel this way.

But in this moment he wasn't from the gang my brother hates and I wasn't the sister of the gang Harry was at war against.

We were us, and when he gave me that lazy smile and dipped his head down, my heart exploded. His lips touched mine softly in what started as a peck, then turned.

My mouth soften, as his did and I felt my body relax and hands touch his shoulders. I felt myself pulling him against me, and closing the space between our bodies.

I felt the squeeze on my hip as I stuck my tongue into his mouth, enjoying this way more than I should.

The arm resting above me, moved down the wall and squeezed my other hip. It then continued to move, his hand strategically worked its way under my bum and lifted me up off the ground. I squealed against Harry's mouth making him smirk.

I wrapped my legs around Harry, and then my arms snaked their way around his neck, and into his soft curls. We were flush against each other and me pressed against the wall.

I could feel myself turned all the way on now, it didn't matter who it was, but yet there was something about it being Harry that turned me on more than anything. Something dangerous and secretive that made it even more arousing.

He pulled away from me momentarily, his eyes were dark and glazed over and his lips plump. My chest was heaving up and down and I wanted more.

I watched his eyes go from my lips back to meet my eyes. But instead of kissing me, his lips met my neck and so did his tongue and his teeth.  And they worked wonderfully at the base of my jaw, making me shiver and giving me goosebumps.

"Harry." I moaned. I felt him smile against my neck as he continued, "Harry," he looked up this time, his eyes looking into mine, "Touch me."

Harry smirked and I felt my body being lowered to the ground, I looked down at Harry's shoes and worked up his legs and stopped specifically at the bulge in his jeans. The bulge in his jeans that made my toes curl and my legs tremble.

I pulled on the belt loop on his jeans, and used my other hand to palm him through his jeans. Both his arms leaned on the wall above my head as he groaned and pushed his hips into my hand.

Leaning my head back against the wall, our eyes connected as Harry looked down at me. He dropped one of his hands and put it around my neck and slowly dragged it down, I felt myself shiver as he dragged the side of his hand down my shoulder and arm and then eventually grazing over the top of my breast.

His hand worked back up my arm and stopped at the strap of my bodysuit, I looked him in the eye as he toyed with it before slowly beginning to drag it down.

But before he could, a bunch of drunks from the party barged in, making Harry pull my strap up and push my hand away. He fixed himself up in his jeans and gripped my hand, I followed behind him as he pulled my out of the room and back into the party where there was loud music again.

And even though I wanted nothing more than to go upstairs and strip down naked in front of Harry Styles, leader of the Devils Disciples, I couldn't tonight. So, I pulled my hand away and turned into the kitchen as we passed it.