Saved (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 27

*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE, GRAPHIC MATERIAL*

"We have to be quiet yes?", Harry says into our kiss. "Mmhmm", I hum. The fact that Des is asleep down stairs and the fact that this is Anne's house makes me feel so guilty. But I try to push it aside. Harry and I truly aren't doing anything wrong.

Harry carries me into his room, closing the door behind us with his foot. It slams shut. "Shit", he looks back at the door. We listen for a moment. Nothing. "He's a heavy sleeper", he laughs, kissing me again. He places me on the bed but my legs stay wrapped around his back.

"Mm", he breaks our kiss. "I think maybe I should go wash", he looks down at his stained pants. I flush. "Yeah go ahead", I nod. "I'll be quick", he says, pecking me on the lips. I unwrap my legs from around him.

I watch him leave the room. He closes the door softly behind him this time. I let out a breath. I can't believe we are doing this here. I run my fingers through my hair.

A thought suddenly pops into my head. Well not really suddenly because I have thought it many times before..just not while I was with Harry. I feel guilty, I feel dirty, but I can't just make it go away.

I know Harry will only do something if I say it's okay but what about the opposite way around. Would he even want me to.. Should I ask him or just do it? I think I should ask him. I just don't want to make things awkward. It's weird enough that I want to do this so badly. I.. I want to try it. I've never done it before. I've never given a..blowjob. I cringe at the word but I.. I just want to.

I want to make Harry feel good. I.. My thoughts are interrupted when Harry walks in, wearing only his briefs. "You seem to be overdressed now?", Harry smiles devilishly. I swallow hard, trailing my eyes down his body. My heart hammers in my chest. How the hell do I ask him?

He crawls onto the bed so he's on top of me again. He goes to kiss me but I move my head away. He sits up, confused. "What's wrong?", he raises an eyebrow. "Can I ask you something?", I say nervously. "Go ahead", he cocks his head.

"Um okay well I don't really know how else to ask so I'm just going to say it..", Harry watches me curiously. "I.. I want to make you feel good", I clear my throat. "I was wondering if you'd let me um..give you a blowjob", the last word comes out as a whisper. I feel like I'm sweating everywhere.

Harry's eyes widen. "That's what you want?", he asks. I swallow hard. "Yeah", I breathe. He moves over me again, his lips brushing against mine. "Fuck..yeah you can", he breathes. He kisses me passionately, stopping only to take off my sweater, leaving me in just a bra. He hums into our kiss. "You sure you want to?", he asks, sitting up now. I blink, nodding a few times.

He lets out a breath. "Okay. I'll guide you through yes?", he looks down at me. I nod again.

We then switch places on the bed, so he's laying down and I'm sitting at the foot. I'm so incredibly nervous but I want this. I want to do this for him.

My heart hammers in my chest when I place my hands on his upper thighs. "How sh..should I?", I stammer. He bites his lip. "However you want", he answers. He blinks slowly.

I turn my attention to his lower region again. I can see his outline through his briefs. I bite the inside of my cheek. I've seen Harry naked before but not this..close.

I slide my hands up his thighs to the waistband of his briefs. He sucks in a breath. I try to make myself as comfortable as I can. I find that the best position is laying flat on my stomach. My feet dangle off the bed, with my forearms on his thighs.

I look at his hard-on before deciding to make a move. My body acts before my brain once again. I push the palm of my hand down onto him, palming him lightly. "Shit", he breathes, letting his head fall back onto the pillows. I have no fucking idea what I'm doing but Harry seems to enjoy it.