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#53 Push a Little more this New Year (Harry Styles)

Where she wants her New Year spent differently than all her others, and Harry feels an attraction which isn’t reciprocated.

The writing style is a bit different, so do send a message if any explanation is needed. :) 

A very Happy New Year to all you lovelies! 

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(She hoped this new year will be different. Till now, she spent every new year at a party with her parents, feeling quite lonely as her parents rejoiced with their friends, and she being the oldest of their kids, seldom had anybody accompanying her. But, she believed these holidays are meant to be spent with her family, even though her family hardly thought that, and she found herself alone, in a crowd full of people.

This year, she couldn’t go back for the holidays so, she was in the car with her friends, going to her friend’s house to a small town, somewhere in Cheshire. The plan was to go to a club with her friends, knowing she’ll still be alone at midnight wishing Happy New Year to herself, looking up to the sky, as her friends around her kissed their partners.

She didn’t mind being alone. She liked being with herself. She didn’t mind her company, and she found herself fortunate to be able to say that for she knew so many struggled with that. It was just these holidays, this winter season where she felt probably, a little warmth from some significant other would be a nice thing to have for once. She wasn’t very great with relationships. She blamed it was never having the time. She knew the reason was something else.

He was at home. Like he always was this time of the year. If he had a lover, he would spend the new year with her, but he didn’t and so his 23-year-old self, took the ‘have to spend time with family’ excuse to tell all his friends in the city, and chose to stay back and cuddle in the familiar sofa instead of being drunk in the start of another new year. He was being hopeful, his friends had a plan of taking him to the club, knowing people will be too sloshed to recognize him, and the club had a pre-booking for all their guests anyway.

He appreciated them. And he wasn’t too confrontational to change their plans either. So, he got ready, trying to dress in a way that didn’t call too much attention to himself in this small town, but he didn’t have that skill. His mind hopped back to how he could have increased the timeline of his last relationship, just for a winter cuddle to be selfish, but he knew he had been pushing it from the start. He blamed it on the time that he hardly had, he knew the reason was something else.)

Her: I don’t have a fancier dress than this one. (She held her black dress, which she thought complimented her body really well. It was new, it was velvet which was a fabric she thought she would never wear, but once inside the dress, she saw herself in an absolute different light, and she knew spending those pounds on it was so worth it.)

Amy: It’s black!

Her: So? It’s classy!

Amy: We are going to a club, where it is already dark, I want some colours on you! You know some colour to highlight that booty, and those boobs which I know need some attention.

Her: Let me wear it, and I know I’ll change your mind.

Amy: Okay, if not this you’re wearing the red cocktail dress of mine!

(Her friend always wanted the best for her and was the single person in her life always pushing her to do the different. She knew that this dress would make her proud. And proud it did! Amy whistled when she saw her dressed in that short dress, which was clearly a move to push herself. It was so different from what she usually wore, and Amy could cry.)

Her: You’re very melodramatic. (She was pleased, she did look nice.)

Amy: I feel like a proud Mom.

(He was sitting ready for an hour before they were set to leave. An hour he knew that would now get pushed to 30 minutes more because someone had forgotten something. He liked being early, he spent that time with his family who were ready to go to a celebration of their own, and he now didn’t feel very guilty of not spending time with them. He was grown up, and that is what people do - have their own lives.)

Him: Let’s take different cars, you know. If anyone wants to leave early, it’ll be easier.

Max: Good idea. I like how we don’t have to worry about drunk driving here. It takes five minutes to reach anywhere, anyway. Do you want to have some drinks before we leave?

(He nodded, he knew he could let loose in this town. He was home, after all.)

Her: So, are we going to meet more of your friends?

Seth: Yeah! Oh you’ll love them! We are going to have so much fun!

(He was high, as fuck and she couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement. Amy and Seth had been together forever, and so had her other two friends who had brought their partners along as well. She was glad she was with her friends this year though, she wanted a break from her time with her family. She always found herself to committed and the other never enough.)

Him: Okay, get out you fuckers! (Laughing)

Maria: Oh Harry baby, come here! (She teased. She had been doing it ever since he came back, and it was a bit weird because he didn’t see her like that. Max told him that she expected to go back with him tonight. He knew she was going to be disappointed, and kept away.)

Him: I’ll park and come, you guys get in, and get me a drink! 

(He eyed Freddy who was informed to keep Maria from his drinks at all times. She was into drugs, and he knew how bad they could get.

He parked his car, looking ahead at the other car which had just parked and had people coming out. He recognised his friend who he knew planned to meet him here. He had his own friends from University with him this time so he couldn’t spend as much time as he usually did with him when they both were in town.)

Him: Seth!

Seth: Harry! (Screaming. One look and he knew he was high.) How are you, brother?

Him: Oh god, how stoned are you? (Brother was a term never used before in their context.)

Seth: A bit. Meet my love, Amy. Amy-Harry-Harry-Amy.

(He nodded courteously, and shook hands. Her other hand was holding another hand, a girl who was fixing her dress. It was like the movies really. She had long hair, so thick that they completely covered her face, while she stood sideways. She flicked her hair, and she turned, never leaving her friends hand, even though she needed both to fix herself. She managed and she turned, and the wind blew, and Harry had all the air knocked out of his body. She was beautiful. She was sexy, yes, his eyes trailed down to her dress which pleased her body so well, and he loved those heels, which made her legs look a little too angelic. He had seen plenty of beautiful women, but somehow he felt this one was calling out to him. He didn’t understand it.

He went back to her eyes, as she came forward, and they widened in shock. She didn’t know meeting Harry Styles was on the card today. She liked him, always had. No one warned her about this, cause she definitely had a crush on this man and, he looked a little too delectable, much too ravishing in the black suit he was wearing. The white shirt inside had his buttons open, and she wondered if he was cold. Thank god, the basement was heated, nor she knew this dress could go to hell, and she would rather be covered in her blanket in multiple layers in front of the fire.

He thought she had beautiful eyes. He didn’t think much about eyes, but with this girl, they stood out. He analyzed why, as he was introduced to her, and all the other friends. He looked for a boyfriend. Someone who she must belong to, and there wasn’t anyone, and she still held Amy’s hand.

She knew today was an exceptional day for her. She never looked like this. But, she was glad cause she met Harry Styles. At least she wasn’t in her usual attire which was hardly flattering and in her life, failed to attract anyone. She looked decent when she met Harry Styles and she will never regret this.)

Rhine: Would you like your usual, love? (Her friend asked her, as she looked around this club. It was supposed to be an invite-only, and she wondered what that meant in such a small town.

Her: Yes, please.

Matthew: Plenty of luck here love! (He wrapped a hand around her neck.) You can pick and choose the guy you like!

Her: I’d like you, Sir to be off duty this new year. (She laughed, knowing he was always searching a new partner for her wherever they went.)

Matthew: No fun. (He pulled his tongue out.)

(They had joined all of Seth’s school friends. It was a long list of Hello’s and Hi’s of people she knew she will hardly meet again. She had calmed down. Now, Harry was another one of the names and she smiled at the fact that he was here partying with his old friends, while he could be anywhere in the world right now. She approved of his character, and then looked around to see if there was anyone else in the crowd for her. Her heart always kept the hope alive, even after constant disappointments of dates that never worked out. A part of her felt if she was choosy. Maybe, but all good looking guys were idiots and, she never met someone who would really impress her otherwise either.

Getting drunk was easy. It didn’t take an effort from her, and she loved dancing. Wasn’t extremely fond of clubs, but the dancing she always was. He couldn’t get his mind off her. Which to be honest, never happened. He wasn’t too pleased, either. Who was she anyway? And, was he the only one who felt this attraction to her, or was it both ways and she was playing hard to get, or was he being a creep, or was it the fact that she didn’t like him. It wasn’t fair. He tried to look good today. Was he not her type?

He saw her dancing, giggling along with her friends, being very comfortable with herself. She slowed down when the song suddenly became a bit slow, and people around her took the hand of their partners, dancing and grinding together. She pulled her hair back with her fingers, her hands combing her hair, as she walked to the bar to get another drink.

The DJ was making out with his boyfriend, and another song for the couple was played when she came back with her drink. Harry was sitting down for the first one. But, he knew a druggie was eyeing him, and making his way towards her, so he quickly got up, and walked to the girl, who was looking around slowing taking sips of her drink. He pushed his hand out. She looked at it, and frowned, and then slowly took it. Her hands were cold, but he held tighter warming them up, and wrapped a hand around her waist as they danced to an Ed Sheeran song he knew the reference to.)

Her: So, a girl I was told the name of, but I don’t know now is staring at me.

Like with daggers in her eyes, staring at me.

Him: I think she wants to drug me. I overheard her plan while she was plotting with another druggie friend of ours, and I don’t feel very safe.

Her: I can protect you.

Him: I’d like that.

(It was a little difficult for him to find people who got his humour. He thought he was hilarious, there were few who agreed. Now he had found a girl who he was immensely attracted to, and who got his jokes and even responded to them. He, for sure, knew she wasn’t pretending.

Her inhibitions were down. She would have been incredibly insecure otherwise, but strangely she was feeling comfortable. He made her feel comfortable, and he laughed at her sarcasm, which 80%of people she met never really got. She liked him. She was pushing it, she knew it. He was way out of her league, so any thought of kissing him, which her hormonal self kept pushing forward were kicked and pushed behind, and she let herself enjoy this moment.)

Him: It’s almost midnight. (They had come out to get some air, but it was all glassed so they were just looking out. The attic sort of room, which was what they called it as well, didn’t have many people, and he was thankful for that.)

Her: Oh yes, we should go down!

Him: We could stay here. The fireworks will go up any minute.

Her: Why aren’t more people out to see it then? Oh wait, this is the VIP area. (Realizing, while he just smiled.)

Him: Do you like fireworks?

Her: They are my guilty pleasure. It’s just they cause so much pollution.

(She didn’t want to start off on a climate change lecture. That is what she did with people anyway. She was a little too intellectual. She found herself unable to talk about simple topics. She wondered what simple people talk about? She didn’t want to bore him)

Him: I agree. You know I was scared of them.

Her: I can get that. The noise really isn’t pleasant.

Him: Do you want to go down?

Her: No, do you want to pull that bouncy bag, and watch the firework?

Him: You are a mind reader.

(There was just one left, and he pulled that one, and they both looked at each other, wondering who should sit down first.)

Her: I’m not very heavy if you have strong legs.

Him: I am very rigorous with my leg workout. (He quickly nods, and sits down.)

Her: Let me know if you get tired. (She whispered, and she sat down, half on his thigh, and then shifted her body like they were almost cuddling. They were cuddling, and she chooses not to think about, and made sure that her short dress didn’t become shorter.)

Him: (humming) It’ll be any minute now.

Her: Do you think your attacker will look for you?

Him: I think, she is looking for me currently, but you’re keeping me safe. Do you think your friends will look for you?

Her: After they are done making out, they will. We can go after a while.

(30 seconds to midnight. They could hear the countdown start at fifteen, and her mind flashed to last year, where she was in a very different situation. She liked this one better.

13 seconds to midnight. His hand was on her thigh, and he liked how she didn’t make him pull it away. He wanted it to be there. The other was around her waist and he was proper holding her. He knew she felt that attraction, he knew she wasn’t indulging in it. He could guess why, but he wanted to push it. He wanted to kiss her.

7 seconds to midnight. She wanted to be kissed. The countdown was dropping and her head was cuddled in his chest, and she wanted to look up and be kissed.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 HAPPY NEW YEAR! The lights went up, and she looked at the sky be lit up in colours, and she looked at him to see his reaction. He was looking at her, with his eyes a bit dreamy. His hand rose from her thigh and held her face. He didn’t think much and closed his eyes bringing his lips so close to her, but wanting her to make the move.

She paused was a second, seeing his eyes closed, his warm hand holding her face, and she closed her and pushed forward.

This New Year triumphed every other new year she had ever experienced.)

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Niall Imagine For Anon

You’d been putting up with the abuse for long enough and you’d finally reached your breaking point. You nervously call Niall and tell him that you need to talk to him about something important. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you to come over to talk. When you get to his house, you can’t make eye contact with him, feeling ashamed of what you’re about to tell him. He can tell you’re tense about whatever it is, so he tries to lighten the mood, but fails miserably. You start crying on the spot. “Ohh, baby, I’m sorry! I was just trying to make you feel better, I didn’t mean to-“ “It’s not that, I swear,” you blubber out. Niall takes you in his arms. “Then what is it?” You sigh, gathering up the strength to just come out with it. “My father… He’s not the nicest person.” “What do you mean?” Niall prompts you to continue. “He’s always angry with me. He screams at me constantly and hits me sometimes too,” you explain through your sobs. “What?? How long has this been going on for? Why??” Niall asks, at a loss for what to say. “For years now. He blames me for my mum leaving him to marry to marry her now husband .” “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Does your mum know?” You shake your head back and forth to indicate that he doesn’t. “Well she should. And I’ll go with you to talk to her about it if you want,” he offers. You nod, stepping forward to press your body to his, seeking out comfort in his arms, feeling like burden had just been lifted off your chest. A couple of days passes since you and your mother had "the talk" about your father, and your mother wanted you to live with her. But the problem is that she only have a one bed room apart which her and her husband share. So for the next few days I was staying with Niall until my mum found another house with three bedrooms. She didn't want me to live with Niall that's much because she's scared I will become pregnant by him. But she knows that he's a good boy. It was a year from that day I finally told my mum about my father. When I came from my mother house (now you're at Niall's house) you opened the door to complete darkness where you saw candles and rose petals leading up to the bedroom "Niall !? Where are you" I yelled out " I'm in the bedroom come here" I started walking towards the bedroom when I got there I let out a surprised gasped Niall was there on one knee Infront of me "Before you speak (Y/N) I just want to say that you mean the world to me, I'll do anything just to see that pretty smile of yours with the sparkle of your (color of your eyes), I love your laugh it's music to my ears so what I'm trying to say is (Y/F/N) Will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?" I fell to my knees nodding to him because I didn't trust my voice at that point.

Can you please please do some kind of smut with Niall body worship. He would be single in this scenario. And maybe it's after a show and one of the venue workers does not care for him for whatever reason, but she ends up alone with him, and he's all sweaty in his tank top, and he seduces her and gets her to feel all his arms and then his chest. And then he has her take his clothes off and he's super patronizing and condescending, and then he has her suck him off, and he's laughing because she can't take it all. AHHHHH!!!

"Who is performing tonight? Why is everybody freaking out?" you asked your coworker as you helped set up the buffet for the musician and their team arriving soon.

You worked as a runner backstage during music concerts for the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, TN. It wasn't the best-paying job but you liked it. Nights usually go pretty smoothly but for some reason, the air was tense tonight. Everybody was frantic and your managers were extra particular about everything being perfect. You felt like you were constantly being pulled in every direction.

"Y/N, you don't know? It's Niall freaking Horan! He's literally gonna be here in like an hour!" she replied excitedly.

"Oh," you replied, not impressed.

"You don't like Niall Horan?"

"Eh, I've never really liked him. I've heard he's super cocky and kind of an asshole."

"Oh my gosh, don't even say that! I never fangirl over artists but I'm so excited about tonight. He's literally so hot!"

"I guess," you replied with a shrug.

"There's a rumor Noah Kahan is making a guest appearance too."

"Who?"

"Y/N!" she scolded and you giggled before she added, "For someone who works backstage at concerts, you'd think you'd be more into music."

Your workload tonight picked up even more once Niall and his team arrived. You were assigned to work with his team to help set everything up, make sure sound production was working, as well as doing little things to make sure everything was running smoothly.

Niall was actually quite pleasant to be around. Although you could definitely tell he had his cocky side, he was friendly and had a great sense of humor. The concert itself was magnificent. With all the shows you've worked for, this crowd was one of the loudest you have ever witnessed. They adored him and you now understood why. He was insanely attractive and so talented. You hadn't ever noticed until tonight.

It was after the show and everybody had started the cleanup process. You were instructed to go to Niall's room and double-check that he was okay and to get him anything he needed. You knocked on the door, nervously awaiting his response.

"Come in," he yelled.

Opening the door, you walked through and was met face to face with him. A man has never looked so good packing up his belongings after doing a show. He had taken off his leather vest and was just wearing his jeans and his black tank top. He was still sweaty from the show, slightly breathless. His biceps looked huge, glittering with sweat and you couldn't help but stare a little bit, wanting so badly to feel those muscles.

"Hey, I was told to come check on you and see if you need anything from us."

"Uh, I think I'm okay, thanks." His accent was so thick, it made your thighs involuntarily clench together.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything then," you replied, getting ready to walk back out the door before he stopped you.

"Wait," he called.

"What?"

"C'mere, I wanna talk to you."

"You wanna talk to me?" you asked, slightly shocked by his words.

"Yeah, close the door."

You closed the door behind you, taking a couple steps closer to him. Butterflies were swarming violently in your stomach, nervous that you were alone with Niall and even more nervous that he wanted to be alone with you.

"Did you like the show?" he asked, sitting down on a stool near the counter in his room. He crossed his arms over his chest, and you couldn't help but let your eyes flick down to his biceps.

"I did actually. You're really talented," you complimented.

"Did you notice me watching you?" he added.

"You were watching me?" you asked surprisingly.

"Yeah. I know you were working but I could see how badly you wanted to dance, to sway those pretty little hips to my songs."

"O-oh," you replied, feeling embarrassed.

"What's your favorite song of mine?" he asked.

"Not sure. I've never really listened to your music."

"Ouch, love," he feigned being hurt, placing a hand over his heart, "Why not?

You giggled softly at his reaction, "I don't know, I've always thought you were a little cocky."

"Ouch again!

"Well, now that I've met you I understand why," you explained.

"Oh really? Elaborate for me."

"Well, you're very attractive and a great performer. Plus if I was a guy and had all those girls screaming for me, I'd be the same way."

You felt your eyes continuing to stray from his and land on his arms. His biceps were flexing with each movement of his arm, the veins on his forearm peeking out and causing your mouth to water.

"Oh you think I'm attractive," he smirked.

"Stop, that's not the point of what I was saying," you giggled shyly.

"If it makes you feel better, I can tell you think I'm attractive."

"What? How?"

"Well for one thing, you haven't stopped staring at my arms this entire conversation," he grinned.

"O-oh, no, I-I didn't," your heart fell into your stomach; you were completely shocked and embarrassed you got caught ogling.

"You wanna feel them?" he asked, throwing you for a complete other loop.

"I-I don't-." You didn't know what to do. Of course, you wanted to feel them. But this was Niall Horan and you were on the clock. You felt like you were dreaming honestly.

"Come on, come feel them," he smirked, cocking his head.

This was never something you ever imagined you'd be doing, especially on the clock at work, but you soon found yourself moving towards him, your palms wrapping around his thick bicep. His skin was warm to the touch and his muscles were strong as you squeezed them. The next thing you knew, your hands mindlessly traveled towards his torso, his damp tank top clinging to his abs and outlining them perfectly for you. You traced them, fingers soon traveling down to the hem of his top and teasing it, wanting to badly to feel what was underneath.

Your dreams came true when you heard the words, "take it off."

But you didn't believe it. There's no way he just told you to take his shirt off, "W-what?"

"Go on, take off my tank top."

You didn't respond, just slowly slipped your hands under his top and pulled it up, over his head and oh my gosh it was so much better than you could have imagined. His chest was glistening with sweat, hair lining every inch, making him look so sexy and manly. And you didn't even want to get started on his muscles. His pecs and abs were so clearly defined, that it was obvious that this man spent a lot of time in the gym. You have never felt so turned on so quickly.

You ran your hand over his damp skin. You could feel every ridge of his muscles, the coarse chest hair slightly rough against your soft skin. You watched in awe as your hands explored his body, your mouth watering at the sight.

"Close that mouth, pretty girl, you'll catch flies."

You hadn't even noticed that your mouth had fallen open. Your cheeks immediately reddened in embarrassment as your jaw closed and he chuckled at you, "You like what you see?"

"Mhm," you hummed, nodding your head.

Lifting his hand, he used his curled index finger to lift your chin up to look at him. You stared into his gorgeous blue eyes that were covered by lust. You traced every inch of his face with your eyes, landing on his lips looking so soft and kissable. It was taking everything in your power not to kiss him.

"I can tell you wanna kiss me."

Were you being that obvious?

You didn't even reply this time, just in complete awe of the man standing in front of you. He was so cocky but ugh he had every right to be.

"Go on. Kiss me."

You smirked softly, not giving in just yet.

"You better kiss me first because, in a couple seconds, I'm not gonna be able to resist not kissing you."

"Maybe I want you to kiss me first," you challenged.

His lips immediately covered yours and oh my gosh you could not believe you were kissing Niall Horan. His lips were so soft and fuck, he was such a good kisser. You parted your lips and allowed him to lick into you, tasting you and asserting his dominance over you. You grabbed onto his waist, holding him to your chest as your lips moved in sync with his. The kisses were hot, deep, passionate, sexy, all of the above. You melted against him, feeling your abdomen clench and your panties dampen as he angled his head, kissing you deeper.

"Fuck," he mumbled against your lips.

You continued to kiss, his hands beginning to roam your entire body and you let him. He reached down and cupped both of your ass cheeks in his large palms, squeezing roughly. You whimpered slightly against his lips, chills running up your spine as he nipped softly on your lower lip.

"Get on your knees," he demanded, "Wanna feel those sexy lips wrapped around my cock."

You have never been on your knees so fast for a guy before. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, trying to undo it so you could free him from his pants. You were frenzied and nervous and excited, so much that you could not get it unbuckled for the life of you.

Niall began laughing, "I got you so flustered that you can't even do a simple task like unbuckle my belt. Do I make you that nervous?"

You didn't reply, your hands getting even shakier as the seconds went by.

"Come on, sweet girl, let me help you." he hummed, reaching down and messing with his belt, easily unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops in his jeans.

"See how easy that was?" he commented and you were just glad you could finally get your hands on what you've wanted this whole time.

Unzipping his pants, you wasted no time and pulled them down his legs, letting his pants and briefs pool at his feet. His hard member was revealed to you and oh my gosh it was so much bigger than you had ever expected.

He laughed at you as you grabbed onto his member; he was so thick you just barely were able to wrap your entire palm around him, "You look scared."

"No, I just wasn't expecting you to be so big," you hummed, hating yourself for inflating his ego even more than it already was.

He was so hard. His red, swollen tip was peaking out from under his foreskin, precum oozing from his slit, practically screaming at you to do something. You began to pump him, squeezing slightly once you got to the tip, running your thumb over it and using his precum as a lubricant as you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come.

"Stop stalling. Go on and wrap those pretty little lips around my big cock."

Obeying him, you wasted no more time and took him in until he hit the back of your throat. You barely had half of him in your mouth before you began gagging, eyes watering in response.

You heard him rumble with laughter, amusement written all over his face, "Can't take it all, huh?"

"Fucking hell," you muttered mostly to yourself as you came off of him, a string of spit following you.

He smirked at your response as you took a deep breath before taking him in your mouth again. He gathered all your hair in his palms, pulling it up into a ponytail to hold it out of your face. You innocently looked up at him through your lashes, watching as his body reacted to your warm mouth wrapped around his most sensitive area. You bobbed your head up and down, your palm wrapped around what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

He pressed both hands against the side of your head and added pressure to stop your movements. Relaxing your throat, you let him take control, thrusting his hips so his member slid in and out of your warm mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged with each thrust. His balls slapped against the underside of your chin and he grunted with each thrust of his hips.

"Fuck, this is so fucking sexy. Look at you actually taking it all," he grunted.

Tears began to slowly slide down your cheeks the more you gagged on him. You looked up at him through blurry eyes and felt your panties dampen at the sight above you. He was so sexy. A thicker layer of sweat was glittering across his skin, enhancing the look of his muscles. Chest hair was sprinkled throughout his torso, his happy trail leading down to the patch of hair tickling your nose every time he bottomed out. His face was scrunched in pleasure, eyes crinkled and mouth ajar as he watched in awe as his member was soaked in your saliva, your throat constricting around him and bringing him closer to the edge by the second.

His thrusts began to get sloppy and you could tell he was close to finishing, his words soon confirming your belief, "Jesus christ, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard. Gonna swallow it all? Like the good girl you are?"

You hummed in response, preparing yourself for his load. It was only seconds later when he left his balls contracting and his orgasm ripping throughout his entire body. He grunted in pleasure as his load shot down your throat, warming your insides. Pulling out, he stroked himself a couple times to finish off his orgasm, tugging the last spurts of his load onto your tongue. Once he had come down from his high, he let out a heavy breath and watched as you swallowed every last drop of him.

"Jesus," he breathed, running a hand through his sweaty hair, "fuck, I think that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had."

Your confidence rose as you stood on your feet in front of him, smirking at him, "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm," he hummed as he placed his hands on your hips, eyes trailing down to your lips, "you're really sexy."

"So are you," you grinned, letting his lips engulf yours before pushing him off, "As much as I wanna continue this, I am still on the clock."

He giggled at your statement before bending down and pulling his pants back up, "Give me your number and maybe we can meet up next time I'm in town."

You smiled, "Okay."

What the hell just happened?