"Thank you."

"Hmm. . .for?"

"Makin' me feel like an ordinary lad in love."

I feel Harry's chest vibrate as he murmurs. Normally my nerves get the best of me with such close proximity, still to this day. Unbelievable. Yet the mystery in his jade green eyes has me too captivated to blink. They aren't closing and this challenges me to do the same each time our lips collide with the softest of kisses.

Curse him and my libido! If it weren't for this semi-public space, I would have led Harry down a licentious path. However, any questionable behavior isn't an option. I nestle my head against his neck in an attempt to cool down but his scent envelopes me, suffocating me further in lust.

Clinging to the warmth seeping thru Harry's shirt, I'm tempted to run my fingers down his front. I'd like to tease him between the thighs and reverse the gender roles. His extruding zipper has all my attention, I can't tear away. I'm struggling, trying to distract myself with the action on the wide screen. Nothing is helping.

I know what I want. Shifting my hips, I lean my back against Harry and rest my hand on his lap. His arm traps me as it lays high across my chest. This hand is only a careless slip away from cupping my breast. What am I to do? I can't contain this!

My fingers draw cursive lines over his thighs, wandering up but not high enough due to my position. I must resort to something else. Then my hands grab hold of his arm as it rails over my collarbone, and with a subtle pull, his palm lands on the X marked spot.

There's no eye contact; I'm supposedly very engaged in this film. Though I can't speak for Mr. Styles as he inhales deeply. I breathe in sweet air the moment he presses firmly, grabbing a handful.

"I'm gettin' a massive hard-on, thanks to you," his voice thickens yet receives no pity.

"Good!"

"Good?!"

"How long is this stupid movie?"

"Say no more!" Harry exclaims and slides back to the driver's seat, almost decapitating me in the process.

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Next thing, we're driving up a hill through a private neighborhood. I hope no one grows suspicious of our ride. Passing the last row of houses, we continue on a dirt road leading to a small cliff. I'm able to see the town and its lights. Brilliantly done, Harry!

He pulls out the key and retrieves his phone. I hardly ever ask about his texts, assuming that's what he's doing, until he places both objects on the dashboard and a tune resounds.

"I made a playlist," he says with a proud smile.

Harry proceeds to climb over the front seat and wrap his arms under my shoulders to pull me back with him. There's no pretty way around this. Wouldn't it have been easier to step out and move the seat forward?

Adjusting my shirt back down, I sit back and ponder the ways Harry will take me. I notice the blanket we never got to use folded on the floor. It smells like new car back here and the temperature is just right.
Out of nowhere, Harry begins to push and shove me to the side. I can't keep my balance or laughter in. He's acting like a childish bully; persistent and annoying. Once I'm sitting by the window, he turns to rest his curly head on my lap.

"If you wanted me to move over, all you had to was ask."

His lips stretch into the widest, pompous, grin. Eyes are closed as well. His legs are too long for this car, let alone your average one, leaving his knees fully exposed from the slits of his jeans like two mountain peaks. Meanwhile his ape-like arms are stretching above his head, wrapping around me. This spoiled 'lad' seems very comfortable, I'm almost convinced this is all he had planned.

"You comfy there, Romeo?"

"It's Harry."

"Pardon?"
"It's not Romeo, it's Harry."

"Oh brother!" I roll my eyes and wrestle him off.

"Tell me, love..." he sits up and holds my hand to his chest, "have you enjoyed the night thus far?"

"A smudge."

"I will not settle for "a smudge"!" he argues and pulls me upon his lap.

Harry's soft knuckles caress my cheek, allowing me to plant baby kisses when they meet the corner of my mouth. He then cradles my face until his fingers dig deep in my hair. Sweeping my strands back, he straightens up to smell my neck. I love to cuddle him when we're like this.

Right away he nibbles at the tender skin beneath my ear and down, stretching the collar of my shirt for more admittance. My hands tuck in his fine waves, twirling the tight ringlets at the ends. As his mouth remains occupied his hands roam down my derrière, eagerly groping over the satin fabric.

"There's no such thing as innocent sex back here. Ya know that, right?" Harry warns in a sultry tone, tickling my ear.

"I'll do whatever you want."

With those five simple words, Harry tilts his pelvis to meet my smooth crevice, creating an insatiable tingle that won't rest till we're done. My hips keep still for the moment while my mouth seeks his affection. His lips are moist and soft, his tongue . . . obscene.

Harry removes my shirt so graciously and carefully lays me down. After dipping his tongue over my navel, he spreads more warmth with his kisses as he crawls up. A wet trail frames the top slopes of my breasts till his hand vulgarly pulls my bra out of place. His mouth latches on and sucks away, leaving me gasping in ardent surprise.

His fingers rake down my straps and my garment loosens down by my waist. Harry releases and I gaze at the purple mark right by my aureola. Wonderful, I have a third nipple. No matter, it felt amazing. He feels amazing. He kneels on the seat, or at least tries to, and hooks his fingers on my bottoms.

Both my leggings and underwear peel off with his first effort. I'm the first to be completely exposed. Well, this isn't fair! Bringing my knees to my chest, I push Harry's shirt up with my toes. He scowls in disgust and grins of course, grabbing my foot. His lips pucker but instead of a kiss, I'm alarmed with sneaky fingertips scratching the plant of my foot.

It's uncontrollable, the sensation I can't control. I'm not ticklish, this was a fact. Was. Somehow Harry found my weak spot and now stares in amusement as I fidget beneath his power.

"Stop it, Harry!"

That evil smile could only mean bad news. Reaching behind his head, he yanks off his white shirt and the pool of drool forms under my tongue.

Notes

Darlings, it's been forever! I found this piece collecting dust and thought I would share it as a short update. So I apologize if you were expecting a longer one :/

i hope you enjoyed it regardless and that everyone's excited about Christmas!!!!

xoxox :). Miss you all!