She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

chapter 15

...What now?...

Harry left only wild battle of feelings inside of me. I don't know how to switch them off, I need to stop them, forget somehow. Otherwise this bomb inside would explode and trigger the damage I seek to avoid. A thought occurs, when my eyes fall upon the door of Zayn's room. That thought alone defused my emotional bomb and once more lust for his body is on me, but I hesitate.

...Would it be morally wrong if I go now to Zany? But then again if I go in my room and take care of my problem by myself, that would be just pathetic. I mean I do live with five guys, right? So I should just take this one for the team. Yes...for all women out there...

My feet seemed to decide for me, carrying me in the direction of Zayn's bedroom. My heart picks up in speed when I carefully push the door open and swiftly slip into the dark bedroom. Turning I close the door, and lock it. At the exact moment that the key completed the circle, light turned on, making me spin around so fast. I widen my eyes with brief shock, but when I see that Zayn is looking at me with sheer perplexity, smirk appears, while excitement arousing me.

Propped on his elbows, Zayn asks. "Juliet?" Sleep was evident in his tone. I move closer to him, and slowly pull shorts down my legs, never losing our eye contact.

"What are you doing?" He asked, but I stay quiet.

Zayn stares up at me as I unhurriedly tug my shirt off, exposing my perky breasts. He hooks his bottom lip between his teeth, while his eyes roam down my naked body only small pink lace panties clung to my core. I catch the flame of desire in his appreciative gaze, and that gave me undeniable courage. The air seems to be tense with lustful warmth now.

He opens his mouth to speak, but ceases as I grab the duvet and pull it away from his half naked body. I climb onto the bed with him and straddle him, gently sit on his crotch. I lay my hands flat against his abdomen, then slide over to either side of his waist. Hip muscles beneath my fingers straining, and his breath becoming heavier. A little dampness is beginning to soak my panties. I lean down, gently kissing his firm chest, then trail up aiming for his neck, though never swaying my eyes from his. I move my lips up to his ear and whisper: "I want you Zayn. I need you to fuck me hard and good."

I lean a bit back, so that I can see his darkening eyes, as he groans deep in his throat. He suddenly kisses me with punishing force. His fingers threaded through my hair pressing me even closer. Zayn tumbles flat on his back with me tightly upon his chiseled body. Hormones shutting down my brain, as his hand squeezes my butt, pushing it down to his swelling shaft. My core rubs against him, our tongues dancing wildly, as his hand exploring my thigh and back. I run my fingers over his stomach, before playing with the waistband of his black Calvin Klein's. I feel only passion, tense and intoxication.

"Fuck Juliet!" Zayn groans, lust filling his eyes. He rolls me onto my back, his body pins me to the bed, before slams his lips to mine with possessive growl.

I'm completely lost in the erotic sensations, closing my eyes as his lips leaving trail of kisses, from my neck down between my breasts. When he strokes his thumb over my nipple, I shiver in delight and I arch my back into his touch, my fingers tangled themselves into his hair.

I moan: "Zayn please."

He lifts his head up to look into my eyes with a smirk: "Somebody is eager."

I pull his face up to mine, kissing him roughly, desperately. Silently telling him that I need him now. I feel vibration of his moan against me, and I push my hips up to his. Suddenly he moves away, I gasp at loss of contact. With intensity and excitement I watch him tugging my panties down my legs, regarding me completely naked before him. His eyes wander the full extent of my nakedness. He licks his lips, groaning softly, before he yanks his boxers down, releasing his hard cock. I smirk at the sight.