It's Like I'm Sleepwalking z.h Book 3

SEVEN

SEVEN

All you could hear was a loud smack and a bang. Zayn was on the ground, "What the fuck is your problem?" I had punched him. I stood above him. My fists clentched tight, ready to punch again if I had to.

"I'm not stupid." I spat. Niall kill him, you have to! He just called you stupid, you're not gonna let that slide are you?

"Stupid enough to punch me." His leg was behind mine and tripping me. My butt touching the ground first. He crawled towards me and put my hands over my head. "You don't fucking hit me, okay? I got you out of that shit hole I can put you back in. You don't hit me." He got up and put me in a choke hold, dragging me all the way to our room like that. Though I hate to admit it I was getting turned on.

He threw me on the bed and pushed me up against the headboard. Crawling inbetween my legs and reaching over to the nightstand to grab something. "Whats that?" I asked as he crawled onto my stomach.

"I got these right when I knew you were coming home." He showed me a pair of hand cuffs. I stared at him. He grabbed both my hands and put them against the headboard. He put on the cuffs with much ease, it wasn't like I was putting up a fight.

"Fuck." I breathed as Zayn moved down lower. He raised an eyebrow and stared right into my eyes then put his hand on my leg and turned around a bit, looking down for a brief second.

"What the fuck?" He ran his hand over it and jerked up, I needed him for friction otherwise I would have to rub my legs together to get it. "Well I'll be damned." He smirked and scooted back a bit so that he was ontop of my hard on. "What's turning you on, Niall?" He pressed down and I let out a groan.

"You." I said thrusting my hips upwards.

"What about me?" He ran his fingers down my bare chest ever so slowly.

I took in a deep breath and answered, "Bondage. Dream Zayn did this." He got on his knees so he wasn't entirely on me and I tried to go up again but he stopped me.

"Dream Zayn is gone. I'm all you got, accept it cause I'm better." And just like that he was dropping down and moving his hips rapidly, pressing down repeatedly, I was a mess. His hands on my chest as he rocked back and forth. I didn't mean to but I couldn't help but think of the time dream Zayn fucked me and how we almost got caught.

"Zayn?" I tried to ask but moaned it out. He stopped and looked at me.

"What?"

"Ride me." His breath hitched and then he was taking off his clothes quickly, making a pile out of it on the ground. When he was down to his briefs he took off mine first.

"Just the way I remember it" he smiled, patting my thigh lightly. He took off his and looked at me as if he were asking for permission, I nodded and he was dropping on it slowly. "Shit." He cursed.

"You're so tight. Are you sure we were sexually active?"

"Its been a while." He said finally rocking on me in a good rhythm. His moans louder than my own. Liam was right Zayn is vocal. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. His kissing sloppy, but nonetheless I enojoyed it. "I'm not gonna last." He panted as he went faster. I bucked my hips up and thats all it took for him to come -shit , thats all it took for me to cum.

He rode out his high and then got off, rolling over so that he was by me, "I love you." I said all of a sudden and he turned to look at me as he tried to catch his breath.

"I love you too." He layed his head on my chest and began to trace patterns into my skin.

"Now this is us." I said and he tilted his head to look at me.