Pure Seduction

I stepped out of the limousine onto the red carpet to blinding flashes and blood curdling screams, the familiar sights and sounds escalating to new heights with a polite wave and a flash of the dimples. The new stainless steel cock ring she surprised me with provided more pressure at the base of my manhood than any of the other rings I owned, and I bit my bottom lip to quell the warmth coiling in my abdomen.
We’re a very adventurous couple when it comes to sex, and both of us get off on pushing our boundaries - especially in public. So when my girlfriend told me she would let me fuck her on the plane to New York if I just wore a cock ring to the premiere of my band’s new film, I didn’t hesitate.

My right foot strutted forward towards the other boys before I froze mid-stride, my brain unable to prevent my palm from darting to my concealed length in shock. Lightning struck in quick succession from where the metal encompassing my steadily growing cock pulsed and buzzed abruptly, the heel of my boot crashing to the ground as I stood motionless with my hand seemingly glued to my crotch.
I nearly doubled over in agonizing pleasure when the pulsing ceased to torture me in waves, instead transforming into one long, intensified vibration. I vaguely registered Paul taking a hold of my arm and instructing me to get my fucking hand off my dick, minding him absently as I turned back and peered into the limo.
My girlfriend’s nude-tinted pout was poised in a smirk as she faced me on the edge of her seat, the view of her full breasts obstructed by the dainty fist resting in her cleavage. I completely ignored the calls of my name and screeching professions of love as she twisted her hand and unfurled her fingers to reveal a small, silver tube of lipstick.
My confusion was apparent as I struggled to not only find out why she looked so pleased with herself and why my junk was vibrating, but also pretend that my cock wasn’t close to becoming fully erect while throbbing painfully underneath the waistband of my restrictive jeans.
I barely saw her thumb push down and twist the top of the tube just as the stream of unbearable ripples became a tidal wave of ecstasy that burned through my skin. Paul’s hold on my bicep whole he turned me back around was the only thing that kept me from completely losing my shit. I swallowed the moan and bile creeping up my throat when understanding finally hit me just as Paul released me next to a suspicious Liam.
That was no innocent tube of lipstick she held in her hands.
It was a remote.
"You alright?" Liam asked me quietly as I noticeably squirmed and clenched my jaw despite pleas from paparazzi to smile.
My cock was swollen and heavy, every brush of fabric against my crotch sent the hot skin of my shaft twitching in need. I was about to tear a hole in the back of my jeans where I raked my nails repeatedly to release some of the overwhelming sexual tension that was completely out of my control. Sweat rolled from my scalp onto the collar of my designer blazer and prickled on my partly-exposed chest as I fought with everything I had to not adjust myself in front of the entire world.
So no Liam, I am not alright.
"It. Vibrates," I hissed under my breath, causing Liam to choke on his own spit. Due to the boys’ unparalleled interest in my risky sexual escapades, they all knew I was wearing a cock ring to our premiere. While they thought it was funny earlier, if Liam’s reaction was any indication then they’d all be roaring now.
"Can you turn it off?"
"Of course, Payne. I just choose not to because I love feeling like I’m gonna spontaneously bust a nut in front of my mum and the rest of the bloody planet! She’s doing it, you idiot,” I grumbled before throwing my girlfriend’s name out with several incoherent swears.
Liam took one quick look at the disheveled state I was in and laughed out loud before turning to Niall and whispering in his ear.
"No fuckin’ way!" Niall yelled as he leaned forward and glanced from my obvious bulge to the limo, throwing a thumbs up to my girlfriend and appearing far too happy about the hell I was in.
“I hate the lot of y-,” I choked, swinging my arm to Liam’s back for support as the vibrations increased exponentially. Blood sped through my head and rushed to my cock, temporarily blinding me with an overwhelming urge to sprint from my cage of lights and douse the fire underneath my skin immediately.
“I wish I had a camera so I could take a picture of your face right now. Oh wait…,” Liam snorted, knowing full well that the internet has likely crashed due to my previous crotch-grabbing fiasco.
Ignoring his dig, I focused on the fans and the distracting flashes of white as much as I could while time crept by, and the need to come was positively suffocating. Even the autumnal Los Angeles air wasn’t enough to dry the sweat and sex clinging to me like static. Every minute spent doing the few required group and solo interviews was almost impossible, my spacey and off-topic tangents sparking serious debate as to whether I was on hard drugs for months to come.
I knew my girlfriend finally got out of the limo when the vibrations remained consistent and shocked murmurs washed through the crowd as word spread that she was here. Virtually nobody outside of our essential circle knew I was bringing her until everyone knew when she stepped out from behind the open door.
A high-pitched “no!” broke free within seconds, and I sighed internally at the sound of millions of hearts breaking collectively around me. Rumors had been swirling for months about me potentially dating a random fan I picked up at one of our shows, though we’d never even touched each other in public the handful of times we’d been out alone, much less confirmed our relationship - until then.
It didn’t matter that I’d seen her in that dress for hours since I’d fucked her against that very silk fabric from where it hung on my closet door that afternoon; she was fresh air in my drowning lungs when she sparkled and outshone those dancing lights like I knew she would in her official debut into my world.
For a moment I forgot she was the reason for my public panting and inappropriate fidgeting, adoration filling my heart when she smiled demurely at the ruthless paparazzi and wailing fans as if she was born to thrive amidst the chaos. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact this woman, with her radiating warmth and unwavering confidence and those curves only upstaged by that beautiful face, was mine.
Then she tilted her body slightly towards me and teethed her bottom lip with lashes fluttering before innocent eyes and she knew, she knew I couldn’t fucking control myself when she did that if my life depended on it. I didn’t realize the fond thoughts had dissipated until my feet were closing the distance between us and my arm slid along her waist commandingly.
"You are so fucked,” I said into her hair as she snaked her hand down my back and slyly trailed her fingers across the damp skin beneath my shirt.
"Not as fucked as you’re about to be, Harry," she purred as her nails hooked into my flesh, her hips pressing flush against my thigh. I felt my rationale fade and I groaned when she laid her other hand on my blazer, barely brushing my sticky chest.
"What are you doing to me?" I moaned as I angled my hips against her leg, forcing her to feel my engorged, buzzing cock.
She laughed darkly as she turned her face to mine, meeting my gaze briefly before her warm breath ghosted along my cheek. “I’m destroying you, baby,” her voice nearly getting lost to the horde in front of us, “so you can destroy me.”
It was only until my manager forced me to watch the video roughly eight hundred times did I realize how fast I sprinted into the venue with my girlfriend’s hand locked in mine, impressed that I only tripped twice between dodging every question, person, and startled cry in our path.
"Run, Harry, run!" Louis hollered rebelliously, the videos showing Niall simultaneously jumping like a monkey on Paul’s back, throwing the duo off balance and abruptly ending our security’s chase.
I shouted hoarse apologies until I stumbled upon an unoccupied washroom and tugged her along inside, slamming the door and forcing her roughly to it. Her body was pinned helplessly by my rutting thrusts, her jaw trapped in my grip as my lips brushed hers, my tone threatening. “I hope you have real lipstick to touch up your pretty little mouth, kitten. You’re gonna need it.”
It was obscene, how her whimpers tumbled into my lips and tied my tongue, her hands palming between our bodies at my bursting length. There’s nothing that makes me harder than when she’s so lost in me that she can’t stop her fingers from shaking with lust on my zipper or when I look into her eyes and see naught but her unspoken plea to take her, just bloody take her.
So I did.
She ripped my jeans and briefs down to my ankles and I kicked them to the side as she shimmied out of her thong. My fists crashed into the dark wood beside her head as my cock sprang free and bigger than ever before against her abdomen, the ring becoming even more terrorizing now that nothing was holding it back.
“‘M gonna make you pay for this,” I promised as sweat trickled from my fallen curls onto her temple, her tongue tracing the slick contours of my neck while her fingers followed the outline of my prick.
"I’m counting on it," she mumbled before hitching a leg around my hip and nipping at my jaw as my palm caught her thigh. My vision went dark as she glided my cock between her slit, moistening my length with her copious slick. Her back arched off of the door as she sunk down, slowly, to the base of my shaft.
“Baby,” my girlfriend whined as she held my cock securely inside of her, her muscles contracting from within when her clit hit the top of the vibrating ring and temporarily paralyzed her movements.
Everything about her was so uncharacteristically needy, and she was nearly on the verge of tears as I positioned her other leg around my waist while her arms scrambled to find purchase around my neck. My girlfriend’s squirming morphed into untamed writhing when I supported her weight by her rear and stepped us away from the shiny mahogany, my entire length still buried torturously inside of her with no chance for a reprieve from the fast shock waves rippling through us.
She tore at the hair on the nape of my neck, causing me to spin around and sending us crashing onto the marble vanity. Her body was taut and tinged pink as she perched on the edge of the counter, the veins in her throat popping while her arms flung around mindlessly, complimentary bottles of our perfume and ridiculous decorative soaps flying to the floor.
"We’re making a mess," I sighed into her mouth with a grimace, the overpoweringly sweet scent of juniper and honeysuckle seeping into the air from where the strong liquid leaked onto the tile among the splintered glass at my feet.
I slammed back into her with one seamless thrust, her sweat-coated body leaving smudges on the mirror as I pounded her slit relentlessly, the cock ring pressed tight to her clit. Her nails left their mark on my chest, scratches coloring my tattoos red as she came instantly, her juices staining the hem of my shirt and soaking my cock.
I loved hearing her beg me through gritted teeth to let her recover from her orgasm, but if she wanted to play dirty then I was going to get filthy. I kept the ring glued to her overstimulated sex, rocking into her depths with my mouth replacing my hand on her throat. Mascara smeared across her paled cheekbones while she thrashed uselessly against my strength holding her in place, her hands ripping my shirt open, popped buttons scattering in every direction.
She screamed as I easily teased another orgasm from her, followed closely by a loud knock at the washroom door. “What the hell is going on in there?” A man’s voice shouted, my lips silencing her wails as her pussy convulsed and dripped deliciously all over me, unable to hold back my own high any longer.
The rabid groan that trailed from my lips after was, unfortunately, not nearly as quiet. I came harder than I thought possible, flooding her again and again with no sign of stopping after being on the edge for so long. I’m surprised I didn’t black out from the force of my orgasm, though I staggered as sensation upon sensation consumed me before I slumped immobile into her breast.
“That was…holy shit Harry,” my girlfriend breathed as the sound of angry fists against wood continued far too loudly as the ringing in my ears subsided.
I nuzzled into the sanctuary of her warm skin with peppered kisses, far too blissed out to pay any mind to the threatening shouts trying to kill my unbelievable high.
“You’re so lucky I tolerate you after you single-handedly signed my death certificate,” I murmured with a sigh. “And you didn’t bother to warn me? Seriously?”
“Oh please, I know you Harry and you loved every second of it. ” she tutted, and I glanced up to see her smirking smugly. “Plus, I figured I’d have a little fun on our first night out as a couple and surprise you. You should actually be thanking me, you’re so fucked that you can’t even stand and I’m pretty sure you’re drooling all over my dress, sweetie.”
I definitely was drooling, and she wiped my chin tenderly before I pulled out of her to stand on shaky legs, teetering around shards of glass and sticky perfume as I wobbled to retrieve my jeans. I wanted to be mad at her, but it was damn near impossible to look at that mussed hair and those stained lips tainted bare and not smile. Even then she was breathtaking, and the fact that she was in my life simply because I chose to anonymously correct her on one of her smuts after drunkenly reading her stories on teh fanfiction website still stunned me.
I revealed my identity after months of her believing I was simply a follower eager to help her edit and refine her writing, and I knew she was as perfect as I imagined her to be when I surprised her one night on Skype. Like me, she also kept her identity a secret on her blog, so when she answered that video call and smiled at me and glowed like she’d known all along who I was, my heart was done for.
I decided to finally meet her in person at my hotel during a trip to Los Angeles last fall, not after a gig like everyone believed, and the second I held her in my arms and felt her heart flutter against mine I knew I would never be able to breathe again without tasting her on my tongue.
She continued running her blog under a faceless pseudonym, leaving none the wiser that all of her stories after our meeting were compiled from her intimate knowledge about sleeping with me. It was great, actually, helping her answer anons about what she thought I would do in certain situations and seeing fans scoff at the hard truth in favor of thinking I was a “cupcake who would never be into butt plugs ew”.
"We’ll be out in a minute!" She relented as she hopped down from the counter before retrieving her purse and re-applying her makeup in the smudged mirror.
"So, what other insane fantasy are my fans gagging over? How else are you going to drive another nail into my coffin?" I asked her as I pressed my chest to her back before settling my hands on her belly, her laugh ringing in my ears as my lips ticked her bare shoulders.
"Well, that depends," she quipped, her face betraying her unashamed curiosity as our eyes met in the obscured reflection. "What’s Niall’s opinion on threesomes?"

Notes

~~SYN ROZE~~ FINALLY GOT IT BITCHESS...TOOK ME SO LONG TO PERFECT AND NOW PT 2!!