Illicit [Harry Styles]

Chapter 43

*Harry's POV*

I was laying on my side, leaning my weight on one elbow and propping my head up with my hand whilst looking down at Jess with a lazy grin on my face. I couldn't help but smirk to myself looking at her now; her cheeks were flushed a dark pink and her chest was swelling and sinking rhythmically as she lay there, calming herself down. Her pure blue eyes fluttered open and met my gaze, if it was possible I'd say she blushed even more before a hint of an embarrassed smile appeared and she turned her head away from me.

My lips tightened over my teeth in full-blown laughter and I leaned down on her to kiss her neck playfully, chuckling against her skin with a toothy smile still prominent on my face. I know Jess is shy, so the fact she just let me touch her like that was a big deal to her. Personally I couldn't understand it, but I respected it. Seeing her come undone like that — whimpering my name and pulling my hair — almost had me losing it as well.

I told her to go and clean up in my en-suite, and I couldn't help but laugh when she hopped off the bed and grabbed my tshirt from the floor to wrap around herself so she didn't have to walk past me with nothing on her bottom half, even though five minutes ago I had my head between her legs.

She returned moments later, now with those black lace knickers clinging to her curves again. She didn't strike me as the sort to be hiding lacy underwear under her clothes, but it was a nice surprise when I got there. And God, was I straining against my own underwear right now. She had replaced her top with mine — the one she picked up off my floor, probably because it was slightly longer so she didn't feel so self conscious laying with me without her jeans on.

I was still sprawled out across my bed. My head now rested on my arms which were folded behind my head on the pillow, I was on my back with my legs stretched out. Jess blinked at me a few times before swallowing and making her way back to the bed to join me, but instead of laying next to me like I'd expected, she climbed straight on top of me.

"Harry," she drawled quietly, her legs either side of my waist and her small hands spread across my chest. Christ, this better be leading where I think it's leading.

"Hmm?" I mumbled in response, trying to play it dumb a little bit. I let my hands rest on her lower back, verging on her hips, sneaking underneath my shirt and running them up and down slightly. She could probably already tell by the look on my face from just having her on top of me that I was on the brink of desperate right now.

Her expression faltered and her shyness was clear as day when she went to speak up again. "I want to... return the favour," she finally said. Thank God.

I avoided eagerly jumping at the chance and ripping my pants rightoff, gently asking, "You sure?"

She nodded her head and I sat up, shuffling with her still sitting on my stomach back to the headboard and kissing her deeply. I had been hard since the second she swung her leg over me the first time back on the sofa downstairs, so there was really no need for kissing and touching, but I couldn't get enough of her.

When I pulled away she wriggled down and kneeled between my thighs, giving me a sort of helpless look that made me twitch in my boxers. Something about her innocence really turned me on, and something told me it was going to be a challenge to last more than thirty seconds.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do if you need to me to," I assured her, and she must've been feeling brave because after a short nod she reached straight into my shorts and took me in her hand.

A gust of air blew past my lips and my head rested against the headboard. I knew that this was a big thing for her (the experience, that is...) which I think was why I had a peculiar feeling in my gut like I was going to war or something, when in reality I was only about to receive a błowjob.