Backdoor Passes
After the show there's the after party. Then there's the after party.
We are greeted downstairs by a flurry of excitement. "There's an afterparty happening! We're all getting ready to head out, you guys in?" Zayn bellows from across the room, eyes finally pried from his phone screen. Niall is in the mirror finishing his hair, brushes it back and rushes towards us. "You guys are coming right? Lets get going!" he's as giddy as a schoolboy. Its all endearing, but I'm left with a dim realisation.. My sister will need me when she wakes, I want her to stay safe and I'd feel awful if anything happened. "I can't.." I muster, "my sister is asleep and I should probably stay with her.." their mood dips, but Harry jumps to my rescue. "Boys! It's all good, I'll stay. You all go and have a great night, we can do it again another time!" The guys look to each other, they want Harry there and I feel bad that I'm holding him back, I don't want to be that kind of girl. "Its seriously fine you guys, get outta here and have a blast!" Their spirits noticeably lift, "alright mate, we'll catch you soon!" They bounce out of the room and disappear from sight out the door frame. I'm alone with Harry Styles.
Harry guided me toward the couch. I sat down, he walks toward the bar and fixes us a whiskey each, and pushes one toward me, "this is a premium drop, if you don't want it its all good". "No, I'll have it", I push the amber liquid toward my lips, it burns my lips and irritates my throat as it goes down. I make some face as I drink, he smirks at me, "its sharp, isn't it?". "Yeah, a bit", I smile back.
We talk about everything and nothing. It's empty and full at the same time. After a bit of smiling and laughing he asks me about the scars on my sisters' legs. Why they're there and what made her do it - to him he knows.
I look down sheepishly. He knows somethings wrong. He touches my knee so slightly and waits to see how I react. I couldn't help but smile while and open widen my eyes to his. He kisses me immediately. He pulls back and jumps from the coach, "I'm so sorry" he states, "I...I just couldn't not". He looks to the floor, awkward and apologetic. I go toward and grad his face, in some fit or something, the alcohol has helped, and I smash my lips toward his. His mouth weakens as I our tongues suddenly battle. Harry moves his hand from my hit to my waist and above.
Our bodies dance close to the couch, as our passion inundates our senses, Harry arms grip themselves around my waist and sink us into the plush cushions. I feel my inhibitions submitting to his every motion, his will becomes mine and I begin to undress myself and him. Mouths moving together, our limbs intwined, my hands tremble towards the top of his denim jeans and I struggle to undo his belt. He whispers in my ear "don't worry about me yet, I want you to feel this first". He slowly pulls my denim shorts from my body, he throws the behind him, we laugh. He grabs me from behind and pulls my body down the backside of the couch, my head touching the cushions and the back. He slowly begins kissing from my chest towards my pulsating core. The anticipation is killing me. As he moves closer and closer his fingers grip the lace holding my underwear in place and slides it from my hips towards my ankles. His lips finally reaching the succulent lips I have waiting for him.
He does't miss a beat, a mixture of hands and tongue that solidify everything I've heard about him. It's a careful combination of the both that bring me to a point of no return. As I cum hard against his lips he smiles up at me. The grin I was first greeted with has returned once again. As he makes his way up my body. A kiss to my hips and bushing my waist, cupping my breast as he kisses my neck and finally my mouth. His excitement is undeniable as he presses against me and I quickly push my hands under his jeans and grab his throbbing member. He growls against my neck and grabs my hair, placing his fingers against my scalp as he brushes his hands against my chin.
I quickly part my legs and allow him inside of me, he never breaks his gaze as his intentions become deeper and clearer. He's much bigger than I could've ever imagined, he fills me more and more with each thrust, I long for him to push harder, to go deeper and make me moan more. With every motion, he does. I can feel every part of my being swelling with hunger, the more i am given, the more i want. He flips me on my stomach and pushes hard against my body, letting his whole member quake inside me. He slowly pulls out, I squeak, "no don't stop, I want this". He throws himself back inside of me, removes himself and then plunges again, I can feel every inch of him now. I push myself back up against him and he shudders as I force myself harder back with each movement. He puts his hands on my back, leans down and turns my head for a kiss, he pushes in deeper.
