I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, studying my outfit. My little black dress hugged every curve of my body as I twisted and turned from every possible angle to fully analyze myself. Allie, who had been my best friend since we were in diapers, had invited me to stay with her family in New York City for a week while her parents were away on a business trip. It was tough living hundreds of miles away from her, but we still managed to keep our friendship lively. I jumped at the sudden sound of the door opening as Allie poked her head inside.
“You nearly gave me a heart attack,” I breathed.
“Well I’m sorry, but if we don’t get going now, we’re not going to be eating,” she hissed. She always got touchy when things didn’t go according to plan. I rolled my eyes as she shut the door and went back to the room to finish getting ready. Typical Allie.
We were going to go eat out at some restaurant called Vicente’s and had reservations for 7:30. I looked at my phone. 7:33. Shit, I thought. I hurriedly stuffed my phone and wallet into my purse as I struggled to put on my black heels.
“I’ll meet you in the lobby,” I said as I wobbled out the door. I managed to get my shoes on as I stepped into the elevator and pressed ‘1.’ I thought I’d be able to get there without any interruptions when the elevator slowed down on the 12th floor. I sighed sharply in impatience and decided to glare at the newcomer who would be making me more late than I already was. As the doors slowly opened, I was shocked to see a male figure standing in front of me. He was about 5’11” with brown, curly hair that framed his face with a few stray strands that were particularly curly. His eyes were emerald green and his lips were reddish and full, his jawline chiseled as if his face was carved by the gods themselves. I noticed he was wearing a white shirt and gray blazer with dark jeans and white converse. We made direct eye contact and I caught him looking me up and down before he walked inside, grinning cheekily as he took a step beside me.
“Damn,” he muttered under his breath. I bit my lip and tried to pretend that I didn’t hear him, and he turned towards me, still grinning, obviously amused by my act.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his accent thick and deep.
I swallowed before answering him. “(Y/N),” I told him, still not meeting his gaze.
“Hmm, (Y/N)…” he let my name sink in for a moment. “Well, (Y/N), where would someone as sexy as you be going tonight?” His accent was so hot that it turned me on. I started fidgeting with my jewelry to keep myself distracted.
“Dinner, at Vicente’s.” I flashed a smile at him and turned to face him. “Care to join me?” I asked, winking. I had stunned myself from the words that had just left my mouth. What the hell are you doing? You just met this guy, I told myself. But before I could take it back, he raised one eyebrow and smirked.
“I’d love to join you, but I don’t quite think you’ll be able to make your dinner plans anytime soon…”
I looked at him in confusion until I realized that the elevator wasn’t moving anymore. I went over to the control board and tried pressing ‘1’ again. Nothing had changed. I frantically started pressing all of the buttons to see if anything would happen, but nothing did. The overhead lights began to dim and would flicker every so often. I widened my eyes and started pacing in what little space there was in the elevator shaft, trying to think of what to do. I reached into my purse and grabbed my cellphone, hoping there’d be service.
“It’s no use, love” he said. “We’re stuck in an elevator, just you and me, for who knows how long.” He smirked at me again. How was he so calm and collected?
“Shit, Allie’s going to be pissed…” I thought aloud. I stopped in my own tracks and sat on the floor, taking my heels off and setting them to the side. They were already starting to hurt my feet.
“Who?” he asked. I didn’t answer, I was too enveloped in my own thoughts. “Well, I’m sure she won’t mind as much since I’m here to keep you company,” he said, coming closer. I heard him chuckle softly before he joined me on the ground. I looked up and found him staring intently at me. He was smiling like before, but this time with a bit more concern and interest. His mischievousness was still peeking through, curiosity in his eyes. I felt a bit awkward that he was just staring at me and not saying anything, so I decided to break the silence.
“You know, I never caught your name,” I told him.
“Harry. Harry Styles,” he said. Before I knew it, I felt his lips on his with his index finger under my chin, gently tilting my face up. Harry’s lips were soft and warm against my own. When I had finally realized what was going on, I broke myself away from the kiss to look at him.
“Sorry if that was a bit forward, just couldn’t help myself…I’ve been waiting to do that since I got here.” He scratched the back of his head and gave me an apologetic smile.
I laughed and told him, “That’s okay. I’ve been waiting to do much more than that,” and kissed him again. This time it was a lot more heated and passionate. I adjusted myself to sit on top of Harry and faced him, straddling his waist. My hands slowly traveled down his torso and I felt his abs through his shirt. Soon after, we broke away from each other again, this time Harry first. He cleared his throat.
“What is it?” I asked.
He glanced down and raised his eyebrows. I had forgotten I was wearing a dress and it had ridden up above my hips, exposing my red lacy boyshorts.
“Oh.” I felt my face get hot, I was probably tomato red at this point. Harry started laughing.
“That’s okay. You might as well take it off now anyway.” He winked. I started to blush again and stood up, taking off my dress. I was left in my matching bra and underwear, biting my nails and waiting for a reaction from Harry, who was now standing across from me. He was taking his shoes and his blazer off when he slowly turned around, greeted by my nearly naked body. His eyes widened and he licked his lips in anticipation.
“Shit, (Y/N)…Get over here already,” he ordered. His eyes were darker now with lust, not nearly as light as when I had first seen him. I walked over to him as slowly as possible before he stormed over to me and collided his body into mine, growling, “You’re such a fucking tease,” in my ear. He crashed his lips against mine and licked my bottom lip for entrance. He explored my mouth with his tongue hungrily, not like before. Earlier he was being gentle, but now he was just rough and dominant. It made me wetter by the second. I felt his hands unclasping my lace bra and as soon as it was off, he flung it across the elevator by my dress. He began to kiss up and down my neck and a shudder passed through my spine, tickling but at the same time pleasuring me. Harry’s hands were focused on my chest as he massaged each breast and occasionally sucked on my nipples, making sure that he was giving both of them an equal amount of attention. He twisted them with his fingers and ran them in between his teeth, nipping them gently.
“Oh Harry, I want you now,” I barely whispered.
Suddenly he moved one of his hands down and began feeling me through my panties.
“(Y/N), who made you this wet?” he asked, his voice low and husky. I couldn’t manage to respond through my moaning.
“I’m going to ask you again. Who made you this wet?” he said, more sternly. I suddenly felt one of Harry’s long fingers entering me, the others holding the material of my panties to the side. He started curling his fingers inside, pumping them in and out.
“YOU DID,” I barely managed to get out. I saw him devilishly grin before I threw my head backward and arched my back. He inserted another finger and picked up the pace. He then bent down and knelt in front of me, pulling down my panties and tossing them aside to the growing pile of clothes. He kissed my clit and I nearly felt to the floor, my knees buckling at the contact. He chuckled darkly and began to flick his tongue repeatedly over my clit.
“H-harry,” I moaned.
“That’s not good enough. I want you to scream it,” he growled. He then abruptly plunged his tongue inside of me while still fingering and I screamed out his name, engulfed in pleasure. He stuck his tongue in and out when I began to feel my walls closing in.
“Harry, I’m gonna c-cum!”
I bucked my hips forwards and felt myself twitch on his fingers, cumming all over them. He licked them clean and I moaned. Harry stood up, biting his lip.
“Fuck (Y/N), if you’re moaning this much now, just wait until I’m inside of you,” he murmured in my ear.
I became wet at the thought of it as he smirked and began to kiss me again. I tugged at his trousers, hinting that I wanted them off. I got on my knees and unzipped his pants myself, pulling his pants down and feeling his growing bulge through his boxers. Harry moaned slightly and I took them off to get a hold of his length while he quickly took off his shirt. His hard-on slapped the bottom of his long torso and I gazed at every inch of it.
“Suck it,” he demanded. He watched my every move as I licked the precum off of his tip and was about to take all of it in my mouth when I immediately pulled away. Harry had an expression of pure anger and astonishment on his face.
“What the fuck, (Y/N)!”
I snickered and put 3/4 of his length in my mouth while rubbing out the other quarter.
“Ugh, fuck” he groaned. After a while of pumping his length in my mouth, he put his hands behind my head and pressed me against his cock. I gagged and felt his dick twitch. He came in my mouth, cursing at me whilst moaning my name, and I swallowed his cum entirely.
“Are you ready, (Y/N)?” Harry said, smirking again. I nodded and he grinned evilly, pushing me up against one of the walls in the elevator. The cold metal pressed against my bare skin, turning me on even more. I shivered at the sudden contact of the coldness and Harry shoved his whole length inside of me at once.
“OH FUCK HARRY” I moaned in pain, not at all adjusted to his size. He automatically removed himself and slyly smiled. I glared at him.
“Now you know how it feels.” He placed his tip at my entrance and went no further, still teasing me.
“God dammit Harry, get inside of me already!” I spat at him.
“Sheesh, all you had to do was ask.” The same smirk appeared on his face, but quickly disappeared when he slammed back into me. The pain began to turn into complete and utter pleasure as he continued to thrust in and out of me, his head resting above my left shoulder. I could hear him grunting harshly from his powerful thrusts.
“God damn (Y/N), you feel so fucking good” he groaned. His curls were starting to become matted to his forehead with sweat, and yet he still managed to look like a god.
“I’m about to cum,” I moaned. I could tell Harry was close too because he started thrusting faster and harder than ever before. He twitched again and released in me, but still continued to sloppily thrust a few more times. He set me down and we both laid on the floor, catching our breath.
“Fuck, that was good” Harry said. We remained there for a moment until the lights began to return to their normal brightness and we felt the elevator shift.
“Oh shit,” we both say. We redressed ourselves in haste and attempted to look presentable. Harry and I stood next to each other and smoothed out our clothing, just looking at one another and smiling. The doors finally opened up to a crowd of people (mainly the hotel staff) standing in front of us.
“There she is,” I heard a familiar voice say. I peered through the crowd and saw Allie standing in the back. “What the hell happened?” she asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.
“Um, well I was in the elevator when it sudd-“
I felt a pair of hands grab my waist from behind, interrupting and startling me. “I’ll be seeing you soon,” Harry whispered into my ear, slipping a piece of paper in my purse.
“Oh hello, you must be Allie.” He flashed a charming smile at her.
“Yes, that’s me…” Allie said, confused.
“Nice to meet you.” He smiled again. Harry then pinched my bum and I immediately yelped.
“Shhhh!” He laughed and covered my mouth with his hand. I shoved it away and shot him a look. He smiled innocently at me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, heading towards the door.
“Umm, (Y/N), who was that?” she asked.
I watched Harry walk away. “It’s kind of a long story,” I told her, smiling to myself. Before he was out the door, he looked back at me with the same cheeky smile on his face that he had from when I had first saw him, and winked.