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

Guilty Pleasures.

Niall’s P.O.V

I loved him so much, and now he was mine, it was an indescribable feeling. I knew what it was like to be loved, it was an amazing feeling, special, and it made you feel great. But to finally have who you wanted for so long. It made me feel so...crazy…

As soon as Zayn touched me, I knew we had something; it was electrifying, He knew exactly what to do, it was perfect. I could feel a familiar feeling creeping up on me, I was different when it came to anything sexual, I mean, I could be normal, loving, gentle, sweet. But, it took restraint, and it was far more fun to be rough and dirty, it gave me release, and I knew it was exactly what Zayn liked, save the loving shit for later.

When Zayn touched his lips fleetingly and teasingly against mine, I dragged my clawing fingers through his thick dark hair, he hisses at first but soon he’s mindlessly moving his mouth against mine. I reach my hands downward, digging my nails into his hipbones, eliciting a pained groan. I use my grip to roll Zayn below me, giving him around a second to take a sharp breath before tugging his lower lip between my teeth until I taste the familiar coppery tang of blood. As I release his lip he sucks a breathe through his teeth, running his tongue over the fresh wound with a pained “Ah” for a moment the hot lustful feeling coursing through me disappears in concern. Zayn looks up at me though and the darkness in his eyes and sinful smirk on his swollen lips soon return the adrenaline to my body. Zayn places his thumb and forefinger on my chin, releasing his grasp on my hair and pulls my lips against his forcefully.

“That fucking hurt Niall” He hisses dirtily, “Do it again”

I smirk against his lips and comply, once again drawing blood. Zayn hums in delight and I move my lips to his jawline. I level my lips with his ear and take a second to breathe huskily against it, making him shudder.

“Do you want me to do things to you Zayn?” I rasp “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Zayn growls, tightening his painful hold on my right hip.

“Do you want my mouth on you?” I continue “On your mouth?” I ask “On your chest?” I suggest “Your stomach?” I pause for affect “On your cock?”

Zayn groans again and uses his free hand to push my mouth towards his. Our lips reconnect and he slides his tongue against my lips, I part my lips instantly, our tongues curving together, I withdraw mine, tempting him to deepen the kiss, he tries to, forcing his tongue further down my throat in a bid to reconnect our tongues instead I close my lips securely around his tongue, sucking, drinking in the exotic taste of faint cigarettes, alcohol and something spicy and mysterious. Zayn tries to pull back in shock but soon relaxes.

I relinquish my control and reach over to the table, feeling for the glass bottle of hot sauce.

“Poke out your tongue” I command, Zayn does, opening his mouth and extending the tip of his tongue, where it protrudes over his bottom lip.

I uncap the bottle and Zayn looks at warily as I tip it forwards, a red droplet drips onto his tongue, making it twitch, slowly, connecting our gazes I reach my tongue out till they touch, then I lap the small droplet off. Zayn’s eyes flash a little wider before he withdraws his tongue and bites at his lower lip.

I smile and return the bottle to the table and fumble for something else of interest, fudge sauce. Zayn lets out an audible groan when he spots the bottle.

“You like chocolate, don’t you Zayn?” I murmur, a smirk playing on my lips. Zayn whimpers and nods; evidently, it was one of his guilty pleasures.