What He Loves Me? (Ziall) (short story)

He Eats Like A Mental Patient.

“You’re going to eat off me?” I question, shuffling closely behind him.
“Yep” Niall grins “And it’s going to be amazing”
I smile nervously at him, secretly I agreed, I mean, I’d seen Nialler eat, he eats like a mental patient, there’s lots of licking and sucking, slurping, smearing even. Last night I’d seen him eat spaghetti and it was almost too much, the way he wraps his mouth around a massive wad of mince and noodle and gently tugs on the saucy pasta strands, and then he uses his index finger to trace around his mouth, collecting all the tomato gloop, before extending his tongue and licking it off painfully slowly. Then he’d just slide his entire finger into his mouth and suck on it, his eyes closed, savouring the taste, before slowly sliding it back out. I feel a stirring down below at the memory and try desperately to distract myself, succeeding before my ‘little problem’ gets overly noticeable. Niall leads me to the kitchen and opens the fridge and pantry; he inspects the pantry first and pulls out various bottles and tins, then the fridge where he takes out 3 squeezy bottles and a glass bottle. I stand beside him and reach out to inspect his selections while he finishes rifling. Out of the fridge came: Honey, a classic. Fudge sauce, also a classic, yum. Berry sauce, interesting... I turn to the tins by the pantry, Cinnamon, I really don’t think Niall’s going to want to eat Cinnamon off me, I shrug, then there’s a small packet of Lemon pepper, Erm...I don’t even know about that, and a little bottle of Nando’s Peri-Peri sauce, concerning, but kinda sexy, and very Nialler.
I turn to him and call his name. “Yeah Hun?”
I smile when Niall says Hun, “Some of this is...erm...A little, inventive, Babes”
Niall smirks and shrugs “What can I say, I’m an interesting guy”
“That you are Nialler” I nod, “an interesting guy with a fetish for spices” I smile when Niall turns to wink at me “So...you done?”
“Mhm” Niall hums; he reaches for my hand and entwines our fingers, pulling me towards the bedroom.
“Babe?” I ask
“Yeah?” Niall glances at me, still leading me towards his room
“Don’t you need that stuff?”
“Yeah”
I pause “Shouldn’t you be bringing it then?”
Niall smirks as we arrive in his room and shoves me downward onto his duvet, I open my mouth to speak again but he places a finger over my lips.
“Now, you get your clothes off Sexy” He commands, his free hand pressed on my chest.
“Ok then!” I reply, smiling at his sudden attitude change, as much as I enjoyed loud but shy Niall, confident and deliciously sexy Niall was great. Niall plants a quick feather light kiss on my lips and leaves the room. After he leaves I stand and quickly tug my light blue shirt over my head, I unbuckle my belt too, but luckily Niall returns and dumps the various containers on a bedside table. I’m glad he’s back, I was okay with getting undressed, I mean I do it all the time, I just didn’t know what I was supposed to do after, lie seductively on my side? I laugh inwardly at myself. Niall looks me up and down reverently and bites his lower lip, I shuffle self-consciously and he stops and walks over, placing his cool hands on my half clothed hips sending a hot tingling shockwave through me.
“Baby” He murmurs
“Mm?”
“How do you want to do this?” He questions, meeting my brown eyes with his own blue ones, I look at him confusedly and he grins shyly.
“Gentle or Rough?”
I had no idea Niall was even capable of rough, let alone that he liked it, it was strange hearing him talk to me about it. Despite the fact that we’d never had sex before, the kinkiness of being eaten off drove me towards the rough, something told me Niall would be incredibly sexy in that kind of situation. We could save the loving stuff for another day.
Niall watches me with a gentle smirk as I make my decision, his pale hands still gently gripping my hips.
“Niall?” I ask
“Yeah baby” He kisses me softly, and watches my lips, waiting for me to speak.
“Let me show you”
Niall smiles and nods his consent, I swap places with him, so his legs are pressed against his bed. Pushing on his shoulders with a smirk, Niall lets out a short gasp as he falls onto the mattress. I slide my left hand under his head, tangling my slender fingers into his soft blonde hair, trailing my right hand down to grasp his hip tightly. Niall lets out a quiet groan when I dig my thumb into the dip of his right hip; I use my grip on his hair to brush our lips together.