Fuck Harry Styles

Thank god it was Friday. I looked at the clock. 1 hour to go. Work had gone slower today than it had all week. Probably because I was meeting Pedro after work. We had text all week, but I hadn't seen him since last Friday when we went out. I really wanted to see him, and he told me he wanted to see me. But the week away was good. He couldn't intoxicate me like he had been. It didn't stop him taking over my thoughts. And he did. Often. I was about to start my next task when my phone buzzed. I knew it was Pedro before I looked.

Pedro: I was going to send you a picture of how excited I am to see you but took this by accident. It's too good to not share, right? I've had this phone for years and I'm still incapable of using the camera. You've gotta teach me your 📷 skills.

I couldn't help but giggle at his little scrunched up nose.

Me: look at you using emojis too! You're getting there. Judging by your face, you're really excited to see me? 🙄

Pedro: I am this excited to see you!

Me: Did the hoodie do that to your hair?

Pedro: yes! Don't worry, I'll make myself look pretty before I see you. Still on for 7?

Me: can't wait! 7 sounds good to me. I need to finish this report, so gotta go. Will see you soon!

I put my phone down and started to get on with the report I'd been putting off. 20 minutes into it, Josh walked over to my desk.

"Elle, how are you getting on with that report?" He stood at my desk, his hands in his pocket.

"Working on it." I smiled quickly, without looking up at him.

"Thank you. Got any plans this weekend?" He asked, perching himself on my desk. I watched my cup shift as he made himself comfortable.

"Going out with a friend tonight. Not sure about the rest of the weekend." Please go away.

"Nice. I didn't think you had any friends here?" His comment made me instantly angry.

"Well, one can make friends."

"Of course. Well, a few of us are going for a drink after work if you fancy it?" I had gone out with them on Tuesday night for a beer. It ended up being just one beer, I was too tired.

"Sorry, like I've said I've got plans."

"You don't have time for one beer?"

"Nope. I've gotta meet him at 7, we're going to the cinema so I don't have time."

"Oh a HE? So it's a date?"

"It's me meeting a friend. I'm really sorry, I need to finish this report for you." I answered, wanting to end the conversation desperately. He pressed his lips together in a tight line before getting up from my desk and leaving me to it. With 15 minutes to go, I'd finished the report and sent it over to him. A wave of relief flowed through my veins knowing I could relax and concentrate on my weekend. And seeing Pedro.

"Eleanor." I heard him before I saw him. He was back at my desk.

"Yes, Josh."

"Thanks for getting the report over to me. Sorry, just a few things. Could we go through them now?" He pulled the chair from the desk next to me and sat himself down.

"Can they not wait till Monday?"

"I need to send the draft over to the client today, so no. I'm sorry. If we go through them now, we can be done in 15 minutes." It felt like he'd done this on purpose.

"Sure." I bit my lip and allowed him to dictate what needed amended. Except, it didn't take 15 minutes. 6:30, and we were still editing the report. "I thought you guys were going to the pub?" Please let me fucking go.

"I said I'll meet them there. Two more pages and we're done." He didn't look at me, but continued to state at the screen. He knew exactly what he was doing. Prick. As if on cue, my phone rang. I could see Pedro's name flashing.

"I need to take that."

"Two more pages and you're done."

"I need to take it." I picked up my phone and answered the call.

"Hey." I tried to keep the exasperation out of my voice, but was finding it hard whilst Josh was still next to me.

"Hey, everything OK?"

"Yes, sorry. I'm still at work. I'm almost done though I promise."

"Right. You sure everything is OK?"

"Yes thank you. Might need to push dinner back. I'm sorry."

"That's cool. I've left mine, I was going to grab a coffee before I came to you. Just wanted to see if you wanted anything."

"No I'm good thank you. Do you want to come meet me out of work? I won't be long getting ready and we can head straight out?"

"Yeah sure. Send me your location. I won't keep you if you're still at work."

"Thank you. Sorry again."

"Don't be. See you soon." He sounded extra soft, and I couldn't wait to see him. I ended the call and shared my location with him. "Right let's sort this."

20 minutes later, I was stomping out the office. Pedro was on a bench just outside the doors, on his phone. Iced espresso in hand. He turned when I approached him. He looked as edible as ever.

"Hey you." He instantly pulled me into him, squeezing me into his chest. It felt good. He smelt good.

"Hey. I am so sorry. Have you been waiting long?" I asked as he released me. He wore blue jeans, a white T-shirt and new balance trainers. His hair was messy in a styled way, a navy sweater lay limp in his hand.

"No, couple minutes. You wore that to work?" Pedro's eyes were all over me. I wore a tight fitted black dress with pointed heels and my oversized bag.

"Yeah why?"

"You look, good. Great. I might get me a job at your office. If you're showing up looking like that."

"I had a client meeting this morning. I'm usually in trousers and trainers on a Friday."

"Still look smoking though." He winked at me before his lips formed a perfect line whilst he sipped his beverage. We idly chatted about ours days, Pedro telling me about how he'd done back to back zoom interviews. I told him about my work, how Josh had pissed me off. My job wasn't interesting, but Pedro hung on every word. Before I knew it, we were at my apartment. It alarmed me how quickly time passed when I was with Pedro.

"I just wanna take my make up off and change into something if that's OK with you?" I threw my keys onto the unit by the door.

"You wanna take your make up off?" He questioned, looking slightly more comfortable in my apartment this time than last week.

"Why? Should I keep it on?" I chuckled at his words.

"I didn't mean it like that. I just, I like that you're comfortable around me to be that way." His comment made me roll my eyes and giggle again.

"Please make yourself at home. I won't be long." I headed into the en-suite to take off my make-up and get comfortable. We were heading to the cinema, so I was opted for comfort over style. I did my skin care and brushed my hair before slipping on a white T-shirt, leggings and a pair of green adidas gazelles. I grabbed a sweatshirt for later and put my necessities into my small cross bag. When I left my room, I found Pedro looking through my vinyls. Again.

"Looking for what to steal next?" I asked childishly, making my way over to him. He giggled at me sheepishly before looking back at the shelf.

"You have quite the eclectic collection of music. But no, I'm not trying to steal anything. And for the record, you gifted it to me. I didn't steal it."

"Very true, Pascal."

"I feel like I know you better looking through this. I find it hard to understand you sometimes."

"What do you mean?" I felt like he could read my mind, so his comment threw me it a little.

"I know who you really are. But if feels like you're not being yourself. Like you've got this guard up."

"I suppose you're right."

"I hope I can make you feel comfortable enough to let that guard down."

"I think you're doing a pretty good job. You disarm me."

"Ditto, Eleanor. I've gone through the majority of my adult life by myself and I've been doing just fine. Then you come along, and everything, it all just goes up in the air." He didn't break eye contact when he stood up in front of me, pressing his big hands onto my shoulders. "I have no idea how you're doing this, but I like it."  I cuddled into his firm chest, allowing myself to inhale his scent. "Did you just smell me?" Shit.

"Yep. You smell so fucking good."

"I know." I could feel his grin throughout his body.

"We might not be able to get food before the film now. Maybe we could grab something after?"

"Good idea. As much as I enjoy this, we need to get going before we miss the movie."

I was showing Pedro a post on my Instagram whilst we walked to the cinema, when he turned around and said "I wanna add you to my Instagram."

"Why?"

"So I can look at your pictures." He smirked, as he pulled out his phone. "What's your name? Or type it in." He handed me his phone. The latest iPhone, yet this man struggled to take pictures. I put in my username and handed it back to him.

"EleanorGraceParker. That's your name?"

"It is. I'm guessing your real name isn't PascalisPunk?"

"No, my real name is actually José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal."

"That's hot." Dream name for a dreamy man.

"Let's see what Eleanor Grace hides on her private instagram account." Pedro smirked, thumbing his way through my posts. "There's not many. It's all just posts of concerts and random people. Are you in any of these?"

"They aren't random people, they're my friends and family. And yes I'm on them."

"This must be your brother, right?" He held out his phone to show me a picture of me and Oli on New Year's Eve last year.

"Yep, that's Oli."

"You look very alike. Strong genes." He kept scrolling, his right thumb scrolling and tapping away. "You haven't got that photo of you on there from the beach?"

"I don't think so. I don't know why you like that photo so much?"

"A real life angel." He spoke through a soft smile. The words, the smile, the man, all melted me down to a warm fuzzy mess.

"I've got a couple of selfies on there."

"Oh I know, I'll save that viewing till later though." He winked before he locked his phone and put it in his pocket. I watched his big hands swap his sweater from his left to right hand and I realised,

"Shit!"

"What's wrong?"

"I left my jumper at home."

"You did it on purpose so you could steal mine. Are you cold?" He had already started to unravel the garment.

"I did not! And no, I'm fine. Thank you."

"Well, if you get cold I'll let you use my jumper." He squeezed my shoulders and pulled me into a hug.

The cinema was fairly quiet when we arrived. A few families, the odd couple here and there. I was instantly hit by the smell of the buttery popcorn, it brought back memories of childhood.

"God, I love this place." A childlike wonder was spread across Pedro's face. "I usually come here by myself."

"I'm not really a fan of the cinema." I confessed, laughing as I saw Pedro's face drop.

"Why the hell are we here then?" For the first time since I'd met him, he seemed annoyed at me. And whilst I didn't like it, he was extremely cute.

"Because you love the cinema?"

"So? Why'd you let me drag you to the movies if you don't like the movies?" Again, his voice was laced with annoyance.

"Compromise. I can't and do not expect you to only do things that I like."

"I would though."

"I don't doubt that. But it's not how it's working. 50/50, on everything."

"Thank you for doing this with me, for me." He grinned, his chocolate eyes big and happy. I wish I could pocket that image. He put his arm around my shoulders and we idly walked over to the confectionery stand. "Snacks are on me."

"50/50?" I challenged.

"Snacks are on me." He bit back, pulling out his wallet. "Whatcha want?"

"Popcorn and slushie, please?"

"Anything else?"

"A little bit of you, please?" My seductive words made his moustache twitch.

"Which bit?" He raised his eyebrow, wanting to play along.

"The very tastiest part, por favor papi."

"Eleanor." He breathed. He suddenly pulled me by the shoulders so I was standing in front of him, but with my back to him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused by his behaviour. He didn't say anything, but instead pushed his hips forward so I could feel his erection brush lightly onto my ass. Without warning, I pushed my ass back onto it and mumbled, "delicious." His hands squeezed my shoulders as I felt him twitch against me. I was about to make another comment before the cashier called us forward. Fuck sake.

I thanked Pedro for my treats as we walked over to the clerk on the ticket stand. "I'll get these." Pedro ordered. Before he could get his wallet out, I whipped out my phone.

"I pre booked. You snooze, you lose, Pascal." I showed our tickets to the guy, who suddenly realised who I was with.

"Pedro Pascal! Man, I'm a huge fan! Could I get a picture please?" He asked, the tips of his fingers shook as he pressed his hands together praying style and bowed to Pedro like he was a God. I, too, felt the same.

"Sure." Pedro smiled, before looking at me sheepishly. The guy fumbled into his pocket to grab his phone and proceeded to get his camera out. He shook as he tried to open the camera.

"Would you like me to take the photo?" I asked, hoping that my small part could help this guy get a photo he'd cherish forever.

"Please, miss. Thank you!" The guy smiled, almost throwing the phone at me. I aligned the shot, adjusting a couple of settings for him in the process. I took a couple, and secretly recorded a live video he could look back on later. "Thank you so much." He said, as I handed back the phone. We said our goodbyes and walked towards the hall.

"I really wanted to be annoyed at you for buying the tickets but then you go and be an angel to that guy and it's impossible to be." He took a handful of my popcorn and rammed it into his mouth.

"It's the least I could do. I know I'd need a helping hand if I had the chance to have a photo with Harry Styles."

"Fuck Harry Styles."

"I'd love to." I replied before his big shoulder nudged me playfully, making a few pieces of my popcorn drop on the floor.

I slurped my slushie, as I pushed my glasses up my nose. I could see Pedro staring at me out the corner of my eye. I side eyed him and asked, "what?"

"You." I turned to face him, seeing him look at me differently. This was a new look, new expression I'd never seen before. I couldn't work out what he was thinking.

"What about me?"

"Just you." He smiled with his eyes. Those beautiful, big, chocolate eyes.

"You want some of my popcorn?" I asked. He was being weird, but in a cute way. "What's going on? What's going through your head right now?"

"I enjoy spending my time with you. I hope I get to spend more of it with you."

"Are you going to watch me or the film?"

"No brainer, with you in those glasses, definitely you."

"Stop taking the piss, I'll take them off." Pedro chuckled at me, resting his hand and head on my shoulder. I'd noticed that he'd lean on me a lot when he laughed, it was endearing.

"Noooo don't. I think you look cute. They suit you. I didn't know you needed them."

"Only for screens when I'm concentrating. Now be quiet, the film is starting."

Almost two hours later, we were leaving the cinema. I wasn't much interested in the film, but more so in the handsome man who sat next to me. The same man who kept stealing touches and glances. It was evident in the way he was engrossed in the film that this man loved the movies. At one point, he shushed a couple in front of us, which made me giggle. And earned me a warning look and a finger on my mouth from Pedro.

As we entered the cinema foyer, I pulled my phone out my bag to see the time. I had 2 missed calls from Olivia. And a text that read:

Olivia: bitch answer your phone right now.

"You alright if I call Olivia back, she's been trying to call me."

"Of course." He smiled, before taking a few steps away from me to give me some privacy. The small gesture completely melted my heart. She declined on the third ring, but video called me straight back.

"Where are you?"

"Just got out the cinema. What's wrong?"

"Have you seen the TikTok I sent you?"

"You're calling me because of a TikTok?"

"Elle, it's you and Pedro!"

"What do you mean?"

"Paparazzi caught you and Pedro out the other night and there's shots of you on the street together. And someone noticed that he followed you on Instagram now everyone is going crazy wanting to know who you are."

"Fuck!"

"Bestie you're famous."

"Shit, should I tell Pedro?"

"Up to you. Surely he knows he gets his photo taken everywhere he goes? He probably knew this would happen at some point. Wait, is he with you now? Is that who you've gone to the cinema with?"

"Yeah. Wanna say hello?"

"Fuck off have you seen the state of me? I've been baking all morning." Olivia was the best baker ever.

"You look perfect as usual. Let me introduce you." I walked over to Pedro who was on his phone. I brought the phone down whilst I consulted him. "Wanna say hello to Olivia?" He grinned, showing all his teeth. I gave him the phone.

"Hey Olivia." He waved, looking adorable.

"Hey Pedro Pascal." I heard her say. I pushed my way into the shot, wanting to see their first interaction.

"How are ya?"

"I'm good. How was your date with my bestie? No kissing I hope!"

"No kissing," he pouted and giggled, "but it was good the film was great. The company was better." He smiled down at me.

"She's just the best, isn't she?" She beamed at me through the screen, making me miss her more.

"Yeah I think so." He answered her but continued to look at me.

"I'm not gonna keep you. I just wanted to check in. I'll call you tomorrow Elle. Love you!"

"Call you tomorrow. Love you too."

"I was talking to Pedro!" She joked before shooting me a kiss and hanging up.

"I like her, she's fun." He laughed, handing me back my phone.

"She's the best."

"No, we just both agreed you're the best." We walked to the exit and straight out into a downpour of rain. Fuck! "Take my jumper!" Pedro wrapped his jumper around my shoulders and held it there till I took it off him.

"No, you have it. I'll be fine. It's only rain. I'm British, I'm used to this."

"You'll get cold and your white top will become see through. Take it. Please." I slipped the soft fabric over my shoulders and instantly got hit by his scent. I never wanted to take it off. Pedro started to walk faster, but still somehow never left my side.

"Why are you walking so fast?" I asked, noticing my breathing getting heavier as I tried to keep up.

"It's raining?" He answered like I wasn't aware of the heavy droplets.

"So? I like walks in the rain. Especially at night. It's therapeutic."

"Alright." He slowed down, and suddenly, completely flooring me, linked his fingers through mine. His large hand engulfing mine. His spare hand rubbed the back of my hand, trying to warm it up. "I should take these off, I cannot see a thing." He slipped his glasses into his pocket. "Where we heading? You hungry? I heard your stomach growl a lot throughout the movie."

"Yeah I am. We could grab some food?"

"Where you thinking?" Raindrops slid down this moustache hairs and into his mouth, it was strangely hot.

"McDonald's?"

"Sure." He nodded and continued to walk. We were standing on the corner of a quiet road, waiting for a car coming down the street to pass so we could cross.

"You never told me something you haven't told anyone." I don't know why I remembered our conversation in the restaurant the other night. The one he left unanswered.

"What?"

"In the restaurant, last week. I told you my thing. You never told me you've never told anyone."

"I wanna kiss you so bad." Pedro said matter-of-factly. Floored. Winded. Sickened. My heart had never beaten so fast.

"That's what you've always wanted to tell someone?"

"I can't think properly right now because all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you."

"Kiss me then." Without a second longer, his hands were either side of my face, pulling me into his mouth. His wet mouth slammed onto mine, the hairs of his moustache stroking my lip as he pushed harder. As if he needed to be as close as he could possibly get. The strokes were slow and tender. I'd never been kissed that way before.

"Please stay with me tonight." He whispered, as he rested his forehead on mine. "I don't want to fuck you, though. I don't want you to think that's all I'm after you for. I just want you to stay. I don't want you to go home tonight. Just be with me, please."

"OK." I whimpered, feeling completely overwhelmed by his vulnerability and soft words.

"You just wanna order postmates to my apartment? Get out these wet clothes?"

"Sounds, er, sounds like-like a good idea to me." I was struggling to think properly after being kissed like that. By Pedro. He looked down at me with the biggest grin.

"Pretty good kiss, huh?" He was happy with himself, "Romantic enough for ya?"

"In the middle of the street, at night, in the rain? Doesn't get more romantic than that, Pascal. Well, I suppose you could have-" before I could finish my sentence, his hands were either side of my face again, pulling me into him till our lips were touching again. The rain smacked down on our heads, the droplets coated our faces as he moved his hands from my face, down my sides and around my back. I placed my hands on his fluffy cheeks, bringing him closer to me and keeping him there as he kissed me. I lightly dug my nails into his soft skin, hearing and feeling him moan into my mouth. Suddenly, I was off the floor, and eye level with him as he picked me up and deepened the kiss. I had to come up for air. "Best kiss of my life." I whispered.

"I hope you're not lying." His eyes were pleading, his tone was soft and hopeful. This man was dangerous.

"Cross my heart."

"Well, it's a shame no other guy will get the opportunity to try and beat that kiss, isn't it?" He placed me back on the floor and linked our fingers together.

"Why's that?" I knew why, I just wanted him to say the words out loud to make it real.

"Me, only. From now on." Pedro squeezed my hand, then lightly kissed my knuckles.

"Sounds a bit possessive."

"Oh baby, you have no idea how possessive. It's lethal." He winked at me, "Get moving. You're gonna catch a cold."

I was surprised to see where Pedro lived. In an apartment that was more like an house. Much bigger than my apartment. Much more expensive. Yet, so simple. I was excited to see so much of Pedro's personality in his home, but it was simple. The whole place was off white, with black and oak furniture throughout. There was the odd artwork or plant here and there, but very simple.

"Not as funky as your place, is it?" He commented, as he allowed me over the threshold first.

"It's still really beautiful." He flicked on some of the lamps that were dotted around the living area. A huge TV hung on the wall, that was almost the same size as the feature wall it was attached to. A large fireplace sat beneath it, with two love seats and a large couch to circle it. You could tell he spent most of his time there.

"I wanted a big TV so I could recreate the movies from my home." He commented.

"And because your old man eyes needed to be able to see the screen?"

"Low blow, Eleanor. You're not wrong though." He laughed, picking out his glasses from his pocket and going to dry them with a paper towel from the kitchen. "Make yourself at home. Do you want a shower?"

"Maybe we should have gone back to mine first so I could grab some stuff?" I suddenly realised I had nothing - no clean clothes, no pyjamas, no tooth brush, no dry underwear. Shit.

"I mean, we can go if you'd like? I've got plenty of stuff though. We can get by for the night. I'll put your clothes in the dryer?"

"OK, only if you're sure it's no trouble."

"Nothing is too much trouble for you, Elle."

"Are you this nice to all the girls you take on dates?" I asked out loud, before my brain could let me think. Did I really want to know the answer? How sweet he was to other girls that was not me?

"You want me to answer that honestly?"

"Always."

"I can't even remember the last time I went on a date."

"What? I don't understand."

"Don't do dates. Haven't for a long time."

"Wait, what? I don't understand. Why? How!?"

"Just didn't. Wasn't interested. I was a happy old man plodding along by myself."

"So why me?"

"You're different. I can't explain it, I just feel it." His T-shirt was soaked and clearly see through. I was trying not to focus on how it clung to his body, and on the sweet confession that was falling from his lips. "I'd love to know what you're thinking."

"Just trying to understand why you; who could get anyone, wanted to take me out."

"Why is that hard to believe, look at you." He leant against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms, "Ever since you stepped into my life, I found a bit of myself that I lost when my mama passed away. I'm a little happier now you're around."

"Pedro, I.. I can't. I know how you're feeling. I feel it, too. And I, just, Thank you."

"Angel." His face softened as he breathed the single word. "Will you go shower please? You must be freezing?"

"I'm not that bad, actually."

"Do you want to use the main bathroom or my en-suite?"

"I don't mind, your en-suite feels a bit intrusive."

"You can use whatever you want, it doesn't bother me. Come, let me find you some clothes." He extended his hand and I happily took it. "Now, my bedroom is pretty boring, but I promise you that you will never find a more comfortable bed than mine." He opened the door to a large bedroom. The bed was in the centre, with two nightstands either side, a set of drawers by the door and a TV above it. There was a few shelves with some personal items on it, I noticed a few picture frames but couldn't really make out anyone on them. He walked me over to a door, which opened into a small closet. "I'll be honest, I'm not sure anything I have will fit you. Been working on my Dad bod." He rubbed his stomach.

"Daddy bod." His lips twitched at my correction.

"I like that. You might have to start taking me to the gym with you."

"Don't be stupid, I think you look delicious." Pedro chuckled, reaching out to touch me, "I love me a Dad bod. Dad bod over muscles any day."

"Really?"

"Yep. It's so attractive."

"Well I must be in luck, mine is pretty Dad. Sorry, Daddy."

"Hope I get to see it one day." I rolled my tongue over my lips, the thought of Pedro shirtless was intoxicating.

"You will, baby. How about a T-shirt and some shorts? I've got some shorts somewhere that have a drawstring on them, so you can tie them." He went in search for clothes for me. The small gesture completely melted my heart. "Here," a pair of grey shorts flew towards me. Seconds later, he re-emerged, holding out a T-shirt. "Is this one alright? Doesn't fit me as well as it used to, so should fit you better."

"It'll be great, thank you."

"Do you want some of my boxers?" My cheeks flushed, but Pedro smirked. He had full control of me, and he loved it.

"Please."

"Coming right up. I don't have a bra for you though."

"I'd be worried if you did. But that's OK."

"It is, isn't it?" He winked at me before going through the drawers and pulling out a plain black pair. "Let me get some clothes for myself and I'll leave you to it. You can use my en-suite. Take your time." He gathered his things and left me. Alone. In his room. I entered the en-suite, a little excited to know that this is where this man showered every day. He had a collection of aftershaves in a cabinet, along with his toothbrush and other beauty products. My brain wiggled thinking about Pedro using these things on himself.

I towel dried my hair as best as I could, looking at myself in Pedro's mirror. How the hell did I get here? His boxers fit OK, the shorts when tied, fit me fine. I slipped his T-shirt over my head and was washed by his faint smell. The shirt was baggy, except over my boobs, which it clung to. I could faintly see my nipples through the material. My cheeks flushed knowing I'd have to speak to Pedro about it. I could ask for another T-shirt , and get embarrassed when he'd ask why. Or I could let him see me like this, and get embarrassed when he looked. I weighed up my options as I left the en-suite. I wanted to stop and look at the photos in his room, but the fear of him catching me made me feel anxious. I left his bedroom, and headed down the corridor which led to his living room, if I'd remembered correctly. I had my arms crossed over my chest, still trying to think about what to do. There he was, looking gorgeous. His hair wet and messy, his body wrapped up on a navy T-shirt and grey joggers. He was sat in the lounge chair furthest away from me, tapping on his phone. Till he noticed me walk in. Then he smiled. A full teeth smile.

"Look at you! You feeling better?"

"Yes thank you."

"You look fucking hot." He beamed, his eyes scanning my body. Shit, what do I do? "Everything OK?"

"Yeah, I er, the t-shirt is a little tight."

"What do you mean, it looks fine,"

"On my boobs."

"Ohhhhh," He grinned, showing all his teeth as he rolled his head back. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I can get you another one?" He got up from his chair and started to walk towards me. Within 3 steps, he was in front of me. I could feel myself getting woozy as he placed his hands on my shoulders. "Don't worry, it's OK. I can get you another one." I dropped my hands without thinking, allowing myself to expose how tight it actually was. Pedro, being the true gentleman he was, continued to stare at me in the eyes, though I watched him swallow hard. Seeing the effect I had on him gave me a rush of confidence and without thinking twice, I grabbed his wrists and moved his hands onto my boobs. My nipples hardened at his touch. The warmth of his palms soaked through the material and onto my skin. "Fuckkkkk."

"On second thoughts, I quite like the hold they have on you."

"I quite like the hold I have on them. Fuck, Eleanor." His finger tips twitched, and I knew he wanted to explore me.

"Squeeze, please. Daddy."