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Circle II

part I

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Throughout my career, conference rooms had begun to feel like a home away from home; four walls of familiarity. Meeting Room 2, in particular, would offer me great security even in the most complex of negotiations. This was my office building after all, my turf. The sleek white table was my protective barrier from displeased clients. The plush chairs were my cushion of comfort.

On this day, however, the soft overhead lighting seemed to burn my skin. No matter my position, I seemed to fidget incessantly in my seat. It was not the fault of the room. I wish that I could claim my discomfort was the result of a faulty dimmer switch and a chair that needed replacing. No, my awkwardness was as consequence to the gaze of the man sitting directly across from me. His eyes pierced mine every time I dared to look at his face. Heat radiated from his freshly bronzed skin across the room and surrounded me in his staggering warmth.

I had not expected to see him that day, or even for the several weeks until the label’s Christmas party. This was just a meeting to make a few amendments to a rolling contract; updating names of vendors, addresses, and other small formalities. He had only ever attended once and that was over the phone, so how could I have expected to see him so soon after our last encounter.

The mere memory of his hand around my waist as we exited the party those thirteen long days ago was enough to have me fidgeting in my seat, desperately trying to forget the delicate touch of his thumb grazing my ribs as he steered us through the thinning crowd. We had collected our belongings before being followed by another couple down the long marble hallway and into the lift. Tucked into the back corner of the lift, his hand travelled up my torso ever so slightly, fingertips flexing and bending to subtly caress the underside of my breast. With each of my hitching breaths, his touch reached farther, just barely ghosting around the small swell of my nipple through the fabric of my dress. The smirk on his lips did not falter when the lift doors open, and his hand dropped to catch mine before we stepped out.

“It’s good to see you again.” He finally spoke, snapping me from the increasingly rapid thumps of my pulse under my skin.

“And you,” I managed to force out, avoiding his intense gaze, “Hadn’t expected to see you.”

“Like to know who I’m getting into bed with.”

The words echoed through my mind as the water cascading upon me turned cold, my legs shaking beneath me as my hand finally stilled between them. Slightly frustrated with myself for letting him hold such influence over yet another orgasm, I stepped out of my shower and over to the two outfits laid out on my bed. On the left lay a pair of soft cotton pyjamas. On the right a purple satin lingerie set, complete with a matching suspender belt and accented stockings. Above the choice on the right laid a small black card. I picked it up, turning it over in my hands as I had when it had been posted through my letterbox.

COME AGAIN SOON

My fingers travelled across the embossed gold lettering, remembering the euphoria I had felt just two weeks ago and rationing that it was the whole experience which had left such a lasting impression upon me and not simply the presence of a familiar face, particularly one which had promised so much only to be whisked away before being able to deliver. Sure, no one could have controlled the freakish bout of strong winds that had called him away as we were stepping into one of the designated cars. Had he not left at that moment, he would have missed his rescheduled flight and disappointed thousands waiting for him the next day in another state. It was the obvious choice that neither of us wanted to make. It had been the right choice, but it did not stop our departure from one another being any less awkward. Suddenly all acts of intimacy felt inappropriate. Even the small, wistful glances my eyes made to his lips felt as though I were overstepping a boundary. We had returned to the real world after a night of paradisal lust.

My fingertips grazed over the soft fabric of the freshly laundered pyjamas, tempted to slip them on and spend that Saturday evening alone, driving myself crazy over what I could have said so as to not destroy my chances of a rain check. Instead, I grabbed the adjacent garments with both hands and began to drape the fabric across my body, thinking all the while of Sam and James. My skin felt warm with where their hands had caressed me, doing the opposite of my current actions as I pulled and adjusted the lingerie until it sat beautifully against my skin. I began to feel excited with the prospect of potentially seeing them again or meeting new and equally incredible people.

I deleted the ‘OPT-OUT’ text message I had drafted, and instead get ready to meet the scheduled car service. The wait felt longer than last time, the adrenaline building inside of me until I could barely stand it and would have had to take matters into my own hands for the second time that day.

Once I spied the familiar building from the car window, however, I felt a small bubble of nerves float through my stomach. I pushed away the feeling as I made my way up through the quiet building, once again greeted by the same two women who I nearly commended for the facial recognition skills, immediately welcoming me back and smiling politely. I followed the taller of the two towards the same penthouse apartment, leaving my bag and coat with her and opening the door with more confidence than last time. Thankfully, the interior of the event was nearly identical to my previous experience, a relatively crowded main room with guests split into small groups. I took a glass of champagne from a woman by the front door, offering her a thankful smile as I took in my surroundings. I wished desperately in that moment for Sam to appear and rescue me as she had before.

I surveyed the room and its inhabitants, unsure of who to approach without my guide by my side. To keep my time spent standing awkwardly alone to a minimum, I set down my now empty champagne flute and decided to take myself on a trip throughout the apartment. Exiting the main reception room, I entered the familiar corridor and took a right turn. The first door I passed was shut so I moved straight past it, peering into the first open room I could find and spotting a woman looking out at the view, dark curls tumbling down her exposed back, emerald green silk covering the curves of her hips. As she turned slightly at my sudden appearance, I noticed that her dress matched her eyes, bright under the light of the city below us.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked me with a soft accent I could not quite place.

“Yeah.” I agreed gently, stepping up to the window to stand beside her.

“Think they’ll see what goes on up here?” she questioned, a slight mischievous smirk playing at her lips as she watched her words sink in.

“What might they see?” I asked quietly, scared that my voice might crack at her insinuation. She was forward in a way that would not have ordinarily intrigued me, however, in the silence between us as we sized one another up, an undeniable attraction and desire filling the room, I could not help how enticing her directness was.

“They might see me tell you how beautiful you are.” She smiled, tucking a full bottom lip between her teeth as she watched me soak in her comment, bashfully glancing at the ground before meeting her soft gaze as she continued. “And they might see me kiss you.”

It was posed like a question, her eyes looking at me hopefully before I nodded, eager to feel her lips on mine. When my wish was granted, she was warm against me, delicate hands caressing my face as our mouths met, melting together. When we parted, the scarlet paint on her lips was mixed with my nude, something we both must have noticed as her thumb traced gently across my top lip before her hand slipped into my hair and pulled me back to her. My hands slipped to her waist, pulling her frame against me, desperately holding back the groan in my throat at the feeling of her body pressed to mine. Each of our curves fell against a valley of the other’s, allowing us even closer to each other as our hands glided up and down one another, eager to feel as much of the other as possible. She pressed her body against mine until my back became flush with the window, her hands reached down to the hem of my dress.

“Want to give them a little show?” she rasped, slightly breathless as her eyes flickered between my eyes and lips. With a nod and furrowed brows, I agreed happily and helped her pull my dress over my head. I watched her with excitement as she looked me up and down hungrily. In a series of swift and easy motions, she kicked away my discarded dress and attached her lips to the soft flesh of my chest. Her mouth moved greedily against me, hands assisting her to quickly encircle one of my nipples with her lips. With a shallow and sudden exhale, my head rolled back against the window, caring about nothing but the sensation of her tongue as it dragged across my chest, leaving no part of my breasts ignored.

I felt her hand slip up the inside of my thigh, thumb lightly ghosting across the fabric of my underwear, just enough to make my body curve into her touch. Her gaze lifted to watch me, our eyes meeting as she slipped her hands into the elastic of my underwear and letting it drop to my ankles. Wordlessly, she dropped to her knees. Her hands rested on the fleshiest parts of my thighs, spreading my legs enough to nestle her face against my aching pussy. Wasting no time, she attached her lips to my clit, sucking and flicking at me with her tongue. Her mouth worked expertly against me, alternating between long, bold licks and delicate little circles. Almost instantly, my legs became weak around her until I was relying almost solely on the cool glass behind me and her hands to keep me upright. From my position, I could see other attendees passing by the room, occasionally stopping to peer in and watch with a delicious greed in their eyes. I felt a gentle pressure as a finger was slipped inside me, working slowly and in a glorious conjuncture with the faster pace of her mouth on my clit. Within minutes I was coming undone on her face, desperately trying to hold myself up on my weak little legs as she pulled away with a quick kiss to my hip.

“See you round.” She told me with a soft kiss to my lips. When I looked at her with furrowed brows, she just gave me a sweet smirk and added, “I’m more into giving.”

With no other words, she slipped out of the room, leaving me breathing heavily as I came down fully. Once my brain had fully wrapped itself around the situation, I pulled my underwear back on and lifted the fabric of my bra back over my breasts with a sated smirk. I turned back to look out of the window, watching the world pass by and wondering if anyone had actually seen us. Of course, we were so far from the ground that, had anyone seen us, they would have just seen vague notions of what was going on but that thought still excited me nonetheless.

“I hoped I’d see you here, but this feels a bit too good to be true.”

My body reacted before my mind had time to process his voice. My pulse quickened; breath caught in my throat as my torso twisted to see him. Stood in the doorway, he was wearing a similar outfit to before, however where he had previously shown restraint with his wardrobe choices so as to not stick out, now lived familiar touches of flair. Nothing too showy of course as I would have assumed he still wanted to pass through the night fairly incognito, but his shirt was now silk not cotton, its white replaced with a soft champagne hue. His hands remained bare of the rings I was so familiar with, often seeing him spin them as I explained particularly jargon-heavy contract clauses. On his wrist, glinting even in the soft light of the room, sat a watch I had never seen before. It was nothing overly flashy, a thin circle of gold held in place by a simple brown leather strap, clearly expensive, but not to his usual taste. It was simple and understated, yet I could feel the tick of the second hand from across the room.

“Hi.” I said with as much confidence as I could muster, only a breathy whisper being released.

“Hi.” Harry replied with a smile which bordered contentment and smugness.

Neither of us moved, the distance between us only adding to the palpable tension in the room as we eyed one another up as if we were opponents. Of course, he was at an advantage which I very quickly realised as I watched his gaze travel across the delicate curves of my bra and down my torso. It felt like agony as he drank me in, eyes trailing painfully slowly down my legs to the pair of black patent pumps on my feet.

My head dropped to the ground, eyes darting to find my dress and balance out some of the tension in the room which had started to become hot and all-encompassing.

“Hey,” he began as his fingertips made quick work of his shirt buttons. It hadn’t even touched the floor before stepped out of his shoes, hands moving to their next target; his trousers. “Don’t worry about it.” He added as we stood at either end of the room, the window behind providing me with some much-needed coolness as his heat travelled across to me, touching my exposed flesh which lifted into goosebumps.

“You’re a real overthinker, aren’t you?” he noted as my eyes washed across his newly revealed physique. With every glance across the peaks and valleys of his body, my willpower to step out towards him and admit defeat chipped away. “I can see it when you’re working sometimes.”

Afraid of dangling too close to reality and causing my conscience to step in and put a stop to this, I let the spontaneous side of my mind win for one night and slipped one hand behind my back. With one pinch, I unclasped my bra and slipped the straps from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

His gentle gaze turns into one of impressed amusement as we locked eyes, his occasionally darting away automatically to flit to my chest.

“Nothing ever goes the way I expect with you.” he mused with a small smile which almost seemed proud.

“And what do you expect to happen now?” I asked, summoning courage from a well I had never known existed.

Harry stepped towards me, seemingly fed up with playing our little game of wills. Before I could even register that he was moving he was already in front of me, so close I was afraid of our chests touching as we inhaled, scared of him feeling the pace of my heartbeat.

“Well, if I tell you then it won’t happen.” he teased as his gaze now traced over my face, seemingly not completely finished with playing games. Our bodies fought against their natural instincts, allowing ourselves just close enough to one another before stopping before we ever touched.

“It’s not a wish.” I retorted, attempting to be funny but the slight whine in my tone completely gave away what I needed from him. Harry smirked nonetheless.

“Okay, what I want is to make up for last time.” he said, placing a hand either side of my head on the window and leaning in until our foreheads were resting against one another. Our eyelids both fluttered closed as he continued, “What I want is to have you all to myself.”

“Mhmm?” I hummed, desperate for him to continue, his words trapping me even further against the window as my breathing became heavy, fingertips playing with the lace of my underwear to stop me from grabbing him.

He nodded, my head moving with his, before adding the final blow. “What I need is to see you come again.”

My eyes opened to find him already looking at me, his gaze both dominant and desperate as he observed me, waiting. My lips were on his in an instant, hands pushing against his back to bring him as close to me as possible.

His hands cradled the back of my head as he turned us towards the bed. The backs of my knees met with the edge of the mattress and one of his hands moved to push against my stomach to lay me down. His movements were longing but controlled as he pulled my underwear down my legs and dropped them to the floor with such precision and need that it took all within me not to beg for him then and there.

Kisses were soon littered up and down my body, every bit of exposed skin left tingling in the wake of his lips. Gasps left my mouth without second thought as one of his hands trailed down the length of my torso and settled between my legs. I felt him groan into the nape of my neck as he felt how wet I already was. Encouraged by how evidently I needed him, his middle finger traced softly up and down my pussy. My mouth fell open as he brushed against my clit, a hand falling to his forearm instinctually. I felt the muscles in his arm tensing and shifting, clearly having to hold himself back which only added fuel to my fire. Before long I was writhing beneath him, a babbling mess whose only grasp of the English language was exclaiming how good it felt as he cast gentle circles around my clit. His ring finger had joined the mix, creating barriers of pleasure which I had no desire to escape from.

A noise in the doorway stopped our motions in their tracks, a group of three men asking if they could watch. Neither of us answered and so I looked to Harry to follow his lead. I gave him a look to say that I was fine with whatever he wanted to do and he just settled back into me.

“Said I wanted you all to myself, didn’t say I wanted to deny anyone seeing how pretty you look.” He mumbled into my neck as his touch started up again.

I nodded to the group and they settled on a sofa across from the bed, watching with desire-filled eyes as my legs were spread in front of them. Any trepidation about suddenly having an audience was short-lived as Harry’s lips moved down to my breasts, lips wrapping around each nipple in turn, tongue gliding across the expanse of my chest. His eyes met mine, watching me with a carnal lust as he worshipped my breasts. His fingers worked so expertly against me that he had to hold one of my hips down with his forearm, a hand pressed against my stomach to keep me from writhing too much and slipping from his motions.

“Tell them if you’re going to come.” He instructed with a nod to the men I had almost forgotten about.

I made eye contact with each of them, all at various states of arousal. One was watching with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes peering across at the movements of Harry’s hand on me. The man in the middle had his hand down the front of his suit trousers, softly playing with himself. The third man however, caught my eye the most. It was only after he had sat down that I recognised him to be James from my first experience. Now he sat with his cock in his hand, pumping softly and watching my face as Harry brought me to the edge.

“I’m gonna come.” I whimpered quietly, but all of the men in the room heard perfectly.

“Come for us.” Harry muttered desperately as he watched the feeling wash across me, my mouth dropping open, eyes squeezing tightly shut while my body convulsed beneath him.

“Good girl.” He dragged out, his low and gravelly tone in direct contradiction with the kiss he placed on my hairline, hand still working softly against me.

After even his most gentle touches started to make my body twitch, he lifted his hand to cup face, pressing long, tender kisses to my lips. The world began to regained stability. Soft pants from across the room drifted back into focus around us. I snuck a glance at the sofa, my cheeks instantly heating up at the realisation of essentially three strangers watching Harry make me cum. My reaction seemed to only spur him on, the look of pride evident in his eyes when mine found their way home to him. That was all I needed to reach my hand between us, desperate to feel him.

A smirk played across his face as my fingertips wrapped around his cock, already so full and begging to be touched. Harry let out an involuntary groan as my hand travelled up the length, rotating my wrist ever so slightly around the head a few times, loving the way his lips parted and chest expanded with a hitched inhale.

“You can’t do that to me and not expect me to cum straight away.” he laughed breathily, lips returning to mine.

Instead of fully listening to him and halting my teasing, I used my hand on him to guide him between my legs, dragging his now sensitive tip against my aching, wet pussy. Quickly, he separated from me to reach across to the nightstand and slip a condom on. His cock slides into me with delicious ease, any lingering sensations from my orgasm being quickly stoked by his gentle thrusts.

He was tender with me to begin with, hands caressing the sides of my body, excitedly reacquainting themselves. I can’t lie and pretend I wasn’t doing the exact same thing, eagerly trying to remember every detail of him for when I would inevitably replay this moment over the upcoming week, praying that my vibrator could feel fractionally the same.

The soft grunts and sound of self-pleasure from across the room only heightened the experience, knowing that we weren’t just making each other feel good. I could tell he felt the same as his hips quickened against me. Harry stuck two fingers in his mouth briefly before they found home against my sensitive clit.

I could feel my third orgasm of the night fast-approaching with each deep and punctuating thrust. No fully formed words were able to escape my mouth, instead just whiny and breathy moans as his pace increased, one leg now hitched over his shoulder. It was clear the effect my pleasure was having on him, his eyes rolling back into his head, calling out to God as his grip on my thigh tightened.

“Think you can handle another?” he asked redundantly, a wicked grin on his face as I came instantly, the fire consuming my entire body as it moulded around him, desperate for every last sense to be overwhelmed by him.

In a desperate attempt to make him feel half as good as I felt as, I wrapped my hand around his cock as he continued to thrust into me. He stilled for a second before a chuckle left his lips and he bent down to kiss me deeply.

“You’re going to kill me.” Harry said happily, before starting up his motions again, carnally fucking into my hand and pussy while three men watched. Soon his lip was caught tightly between his teeth, hips shuddering as they attempted to keep pace through his orgasm but inevitably faltered and opted to press his lips across my neck. Whatever words he spoke were muffled against my skin but I didn’t mind, instead wrapping my arms around him and dragging my nails softly up and down his back.

I’m not sure how long we lay like that; Harry nestled against me as we rubbed tender circles against even more tender flesh, but when I looked out across the room, all three men had departed. We lay for a little longer, fucked out, until the lights of the city began to trickle back in around us, the sounds of giggly party-goers passing by our room.

Harry is the first to move, quickly disposing of the condom and moving to gather our clothes so we could regain some form of modesty. I slipped on my bra, not entirely sure where my underwear had ended up, and sat on the edge of the bed so I could quietly admire him as he dressed.

“Didn’t have any purple ones?” He asked, directing my gaze to the shoe in his hand. He softly lifted my leg by the calf, his thumb rubbing gentle, absentminded circles across the skin as he slipped the heel on to my foot.

“Maybe if I get my Christmas bonus.” I offered hazily as I attempted to stand, my legs wobbling slightly under me after being spread for so long.

“Can I get you something to eat? Feel a bit responsible for those shaky legs.” he asked, an incredibly proud smirk on his lips.

“Sure,” I smiled, ignoring his smugness as I slipped my dress over my head, “My favourite pizza place isn’t far from here, just outside Chelsea.”

“Might have to be delivery, I think. Don’t think I can be seen out like this right now.” he said with an apologetic, sad smile.

There was that feeling again. The crashing weight of reality falling on of me and suffocating me for letting myself slip up. I knew better. This was a secret for a reason. We have our own lives and very clear boundaries that should not be crossed for both of our sakes. No, anything more than workplace friendliness was to stay within the bounds of that building. I knew it was better that way, so I made a flimsy excuse about having a friend coming to stay and left him stood half-naked in the middle of the room.

#part 2!#so rusty but these two popped back into my head and i have potential plans for them #anyway!#let me know what you think #even if you hate it tbh #groovybaybee writing #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #harry styles #harry smut #orgy!harry

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