Love is Cruel

Chapter 6

The next morning I woke up to the smell of coffee and pancakes. I didn't want to open my eyes yet, but a smile crept onto my lips and I sighed, content. I didn't want to move. I could feel my sore muscles, but it was a good sore. Every little twitch reminded me of the night I have spent with Zayn.

Despite my protesting limbs I rolled onto my side and instantly had the scent of Zayn in my nose. I buried my face in his pillow, inhaling deeply and smiling wider. His scent could be bottled and sold for millions, but I was glad I was the one to get to enjoy it. It was intoxicating.

I still hadn't opened my eyes and let my mind wander back to last night. It had been incredible and to top it off, sometime during the night I had woken up with Zayn's mouth around my cock. I had moaned and at first thought I was having one of my dreams again. But it had felt different, real. Zayn had been watching me, his tongue swirling around my length. He had been merciless, making me moan and grab the sheets. I had bucked my hips, thrusting down his throat. He had taken it, swallowing around me.

I had looked down the length of his body and had seen his hand wrapped around his own rock hard cock, jerking himself off, moaning around my cock in his mouth. I had never seen anything as fucking hot as that and with my eyes glued to his hand I had only lasted a few moments more before I had flown over the edge yelling his name. It had only taken a few more tugs of his hand for him to come moaning, his lips still wrapped around my softening length.

I had immediately scrambled up and grabbed the hand he used to jerk himself off. For some reason I had had the incredible urge to taste him, so I had licked every finger, cleaning them one by one of his come. He tasted unbelievable.

He had watched me with wide eyes, then had just smirked before diving in for a kiss. Our tastes had mixed in our mouths and it was addictive. I had pulled him close to me and just enjoyed the kiss for a moment, but I had been tired and he must have felt it. Slowly he had pulled away, placing soft pecks on my lips, cheek and nose.

"Go back to sleep," he had said. He had studied me with an intense gaze, peering into my eyes, searching for something.

What? I didn't know.

I had wondered what he was thinking, but my eyes had grown heavy quickly and before I knew it I had fallen back to sleep.

I was brought back to the here and now by the sound of footsteps coming closer. I smiled but still didn't open my eyes. The smell of coffee and pancakes accompanied the approaching footsteps. I heard some more movement and then felt the mattress dipp as Zayn sat down next to me.

His fingers moved through my messy curls and I sighed. He peppered my cheek with tiny kisses and I quickly grabbed him and pulled him down to me. He chuckled softly and I opened my eyes to find him looking back at me. He had such a beautiful smile on his face that it took my breath away.

"Morning beautiful," he said.

"Morning," I croaked, my voice deeper than usual.

He touched his lips softly to mine and my eyes fluttered close. He smelled like pancakes and I smiled against his lips.

"Mh yummy. Can I eat you?" I asked, innocently.

He chuckled.

"Maybe later." I grinned at that. "But for now there's breakfast," he continued.

He put a tray onto the bed between us with coffee, fresh orange juice and a huge stack of pancakes. It was delicious. From time to time Zayn fed me some of his pancakes, and I would moan unintentionally every time. It was just delicious when he put something in my mouth and I also could lick his fingers in the process. He looked at me with hooded eyes, as if he could tackle me every time one of those sounds left my lips.