This is the affection I have craved


Harry


I leaned back on the futon, propping myself up with my elbows as I watched the nameless blonde remove the last article of clothing adorning her petite frame. We met at the rave downstairs, and it didn't take long for me to persuade her to bring me back up to her dorm. She stalked over to me while biting down her lower lip and reached for the waistband of my boxers. I let her slide the Calvin Klein briefs off my body until they were joined with the rest of our clothes on the floor. She opened the drawer of the table beside the bed and pulled out an aluminum-foil packet, revealing the Trojan latex.


“Do you think this one will fit? I have others in the medicine cabinet if not.”

“Why don't you put it on for me baby, and we'll see,” I suggested with a grin, resting my head against the pillow.


Her head bobbed down in a nod as she lightly gripped my member, drawing a moan from my mouth. I hummed in appreciation when I felt the rubber start to slide down my shaft. The traces of her touch were unpleasantly cold, but having her palm me that way strangely made my length stiffer. Once the condom was fully on, the girl aligned her entrance with the tip of my cock. The warmth, however faint, felt incredible beyond belief, and I was craving for more. Without any warning, I bucked my hips upward to meet hers and rammed my cock inside her snug vagina until there just wasn't any room left. Her moans replaced the quietness of the space but, before she could adjust to my size, I drew back and rolled my hips again. And by repeating this simple action, an effortless motion, I restored a sense of vitality within me that I had no idea I'd lost.

My hands rested comfortably upon either side of her waist, guiding her body down toward mine when I thrusted upward. I rarely let a girl be on top, but she couldn't have it any other way because of her scoliosis, and I desperately needed a good shag even if it meant me doing all the work. Sex distracted my mind from trivial matters and allowed me to let loose and not think, but somehow the image of the lady in red always managed to creep into my thoughts. Her rosy lips and viridescent eyes were the ones I saw when I stared up at the blonde riding me.


“Fuck,” I groaned whilst pumping into her.


She was unable to control her moaning as she placed her clammy hands on my inked chest to steady herself. I felt an old, familiar tingle travel along my length, signaling that I was close. My thrusts became more savage and wild as her walls clenched around me tightly, the frictional sensation being one I still couldn't fathom despite the two years I spent studying biochemistry. Our bodies were on an ongoing collision when a mixture of profanities and moans rolled off my tongue while I emptied my load into the condom.


“Holy shit.”


The girl collapsed beside me, dropping her head against my shoulder in heavy puffs. “Wow, Styles...I'm impressed. We need to do this again sometime,” She offered, but I shook my head before chucking the condom into the bin with the rest of the rubbish.

“I should go. My friends are waiting for me,” I explained to her while scooting from underneath the duvet to put on my boxers.


A hand latched onto my left bicep in an attempt to restrain me, but I shrugged off the touch and reached for my green flannel. I moved away from the bed and shimmied on my black skinnies. Shoes. Where did I leave my shoes? I knelt down onto the wool carpet to look underneath the bed and pulled the brown boots into the light. I stuffed my feet inside of them before walking toward the door.


“Wait a second. You're gonna leave just like that? What the hell Harry?” she spat.

“Listen closely darling. I never promised to stay. I just told you I could show you a good time, and that I believe I did.” I rolled my eyes at her words and unlocked the door. I left the room just in time to avoid having the mysterious object she threw hit my face.

“Asshole!” I heard the female's voice yell against the wood before breaking down in tears.


Not even the palm of my hand muffled the chuckles escaping my mouth in reaction to such frenetic behaviour: Absolutely pathetic. I thought to myself on the way downstairs. Delta Nu girls are just too easy.


Violet


The sound of electronic dance music blasting through a set of speakers from the sorority house across the street brought my endless search of Delta Nu to an end. I looked both ways down the road before crossing to the other side. Only when my feet safely reached the pavement could I breathe with relief. I never understood what was particularly appealing about greek life or the sisterhood of hazing, but that didn't stop me from occasionally attending these campus parties. Here goes nothing. I told myself as I trudged up the steps and swung open the door.

The smell of whiskey and marijuana crinkled my nose as soon as I stepped foot inside the foyer, intoxicating any breath of fresh air I would inhale from this point forward. I was accustomed to the aroma, nonetheless, but I freely admitted that it was stronger than what I was used to. I tucked a couple of misplaced hairs behind my ear as I walked further down the hall, smiling sweetly at every familiar face I saw. Most of the girls I recognized lighting up a blunt were in my Chemistry and Economics class, but there was no one here I truly knew. I stopped walking once I reached the living room, suddenly remembering that Esther was somewhere at this party.


“Violet, look over here!”


My head snapped around in the direction I heard my name being called. A soft smile lifted up the corners of my mouth once my gaze fell upon a tipsy Esther by the bar but faltered as soon as I realized who was accompanying her. The somber boy from my English class stood at her side with a red party cup attached to his lips, yet it did little to hide the pompous smirk decorating his face. His disarray of dark curls, hanging from his head in a quiff, nicely outlined these godly features making up a face. It was a strange feeling, especially for me, how the simple appearance of this man could make me self-conscious of my own.

The clothes that Esther had on suited the atmosphere far better than mine possibly could have. And not forgetting Harry who looked like he knew exactly what to wear given the occasion. Just this morning he was dressed so casually, and tonight proved to be no different. He wore a loose, fitting flannel that showed off his tan, tattooed chest under the pale moonlight and black skinny jeans which seemed to elongate his already mile long legs. I hated to say that I was gawking at him, but it was a challenge in and out of itself to ignore the pure loveliness of his style. And I always thought that I had a prodigious taste in clothing, but to him—and probably everyone else here—my outfit was incorrectly put together.

Before I moved from Cheshire, I purchased a satin dress with a white, laced torso, and a red skirt from a thrift shop. Regardless of anyone's opinion, it was a perfect combination—just one that was too formal for this particular occasion. But with it I had worn my favorite pair of nude heels and signature red lipstick. I thought about this wardrobe choice thoroughly, but perhaps I should have thought about it a little longer.

The only benefit I received from this embarrassing revelation was gained after observing the fact that these kind of clothes wouldn’t attract guys like Harry. They concerned themselves primarily with girls who strutted about in skin tight, short skirts and dresses; however, without any further hesitation on my part, I approached the two of them by the bar and prepared myself a martini.


“Hello, roommate. I didn't think you were actually gonna show up,” Esther slurred, making me laugh as I finished my drink. “Come dance with me,” She insisted.

“So soon?” I asked whilst throwing away the plastic cup. She eagerly nodded her head, and I shifted my attention unto Harry who was minding his own business and staring elsewhere. I was about to say something to him, but then Esther grabbed my hand, causing me to jerk forward, and pulled me in the direction of the dance floor without waiting for an answer.


I didn’t recognize the type of music being played, but it was easy for me to sway my hips along to. Esther, on the other hand, started to fumble around and grind on random strangers, approaching me every so often. The heat from the dancing bodies around me was intense, but it only made me want to dance even harder to the beat. When the track finally changed, someone had tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned around to see Harry, now smiling at my startled reaction. “What do you want with me, Styles?” I folded my arms over my chest, but he snatched one of them, using it to guide me toward the bar again.

“Why, I want to make this evening the best night of your entire week, little red.” Harry flashed me his dimples in a smile and handed me a solo cup.

“No thanks. I think I’m going to skip out on getting wasted tonight.” I tried to hand him back the cup, but he refused. “Harry, I don’t want it. Besides, shouldn’t you be off flirting with some blonde with a tight ass dress on right now?”

“Well, your outfit is more sensible than the rest of the women in here, so I prefer you at the moment.” He winked at me as he pushed my hand up towards my mouth, encouraging me to drink the unknown beverage on the inside.

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“Harry, just one more,” I pleaded drunkenly, taking another cup in my hand. Whatever this was, I became addicted to drinking it.

“Don't you think you've had enough alcohol for one night?” Harry laughed as I brought the full cup to my cherry lips.


He removed the semi-full container from my hand and set it down on the counter once I finished my sip before taking a giant step toward me. Green eyes traced the back of his smooth hand along my skin, and I bit my lip when shying away from his touch. But then he moved even closer, and I could feel his chest steadily rise and fall over mine as I backed up against the counter.


“Dance with me,” His deep voice rumbled, making the request sound more like a demand but, oddly enough, I consented and allowed him to escort me onto the dance floor.


‘Body Language’ by MineSweepa began to play from the sound system above and, once we reached a secluded spot in the back, Harry tugged my body into his. The strange feeling that I had experienced earlier unexpectedly returned, and I looked up to face the man with chiseled features who stole my breath away.

His hands were firmly secured around my small waist as he swayed his hips back and forth in the same speed and motion as me. I heard him release a soft chuckle as I placed my hands onto his sturdy chest in an effort to balance myself, causing a few more buttons on his shirt to become undone. His hands traveled from my hips to the end of my back, resting slightly above my arse. Something about our close proximity made my brain go haywire, and I was unable to focus on anything else. Then his hips roughly grinded into my crotch, making me hiss. He repeated the action again, and I moved my hands to his shoulders, tightly clutching the fabric of his shirt between my fingertips. And when his dark green eyes found mine, I was lost.


“What do you think you're doing Harry?” I brashly asked him, but he ignored the inquiry.

“You have no idea how breathtaking you look underneath this lighting, little red. But I know of a better place that has an even brighter light you can shine perfectly in,” He seductively whispered in my ear, “That is, of course, if you’re willing.”

“Willing to do what?” Was all I managed to say. And even I knew I sounded stupid for asking that question.

Harry roughly yanked my hand from his shoulder before pinning it to my side as if he was trying to prove some sort of point. “God you are so vulnerable. It’s adorable.” A smirk played at his lips as he pressed his sweaty body against mine. My alcohol consumption left my thoughts jumbled and me feeling light-headed; I could hardly think straight. “And you know what else?” Harry muttered, running his large hand over my bare thigh. “Your little red skirt would look amazing on my floor. Just imagine it baby,” He rasped, tugging at the fabric.


His plump lips harshly began to suck on my neck before fixing a trail of sloppy, wet kisses across my jaw. Too dazed to even move a muscle, I let out a desperate gasp. “You are so willing to let me do anything, aren’t you?” The curly haired boy locked eyes with me and laughed into the crook of my neck. “I'll be seeing you around, Violet,” Harry assured me before reluctantly tearing his body away from mine, leaving my mind with the difficult task of fully comprehending what had just occurred.

Notes

Hi!! First update from me! And I hope you like. But of course, M went and changed a few things so it's even better now.
I wrote a poem, and it kind of has everything to do with this chapter. So I will post it right here for your beautiful eyes to see.

Game By KaleighStyles57

Your hands run across my hips,
Controlling me in a seductive dance.
And the smirk that’s constantly playing on your lips,
Keeps putting me in a trance.

Our hip bones, barely touching each other.
Giving me chills that I didn’t expect.
And the alcohol on our tongues is only to cover,
The ecstasy that’s replacing the respect.

I can’t hold back my desperate gasps,
And you look at me with much lust.
You know what my mind wants at last.
But I don’t know if I should trust.

Your lips go to my ear,
And you slowly grip my hips.
And I can barely even hear,
The lustful words falling from your lips.

Sudden words are hard to speak,
And your teeth graze my ear, making me shudder.
I can feel your smile upon my cheek,
And my heart is beating so hard it’s making me stutter.

I can feel your grasps slowly disappearing,
This is the affection I have craved.
And now all that I am hearing,
Is the sound of my mind being dazed.

How could someone leave another that easily?
Especially when they’re feeling the same?
You walked away so breezily.
And the smirk that you had on your face,
Made me realize you were playing a game.
But now I’m in, so we’ll see who wins first place.

Okay, I hope you like that. Not sure if M wanted me to post it or not... But there it is.
Please comment, and of course vote and rate. Because that would make me so happy! -K. xx