Criminal Love

⭕️Chapter Nine⭕️

Song for Chapter:
Heart-Shaped Box
Cover by Ashton Irwin

Get ready for the beginning of an era

People say don't go into love blind. Now, I'm not in love with Louis Tomlinson, yet. Can I see myself with him? Yes. I am however, in love with the sex. I have never been fucked the way I am when Louis fucks me, ever. I feel it every morning after, and all day. It's a magical feeling, almost too good.

It's been three days since we landed in Vegas, and as Louis said, he has not been around, at all. Coming in late at night, and leaving before the sun rises. But we have two more days here, and he said he would be with me. It's almost eleven at night, and Louis isn't here yet, but I can't stay up for much longer. My eyes feel heavy, my limbs are heavy, I sigh as sleep consumes me.

I wake up with an arm around me, and I smile, snuggling back into the body known as Louis Tomlinson. The arm tightens around me, pulling me impossibly close to him. "Good morning, darling." Louis raspily whispers into my shoulder. "Hi Louis." I rasp out, my voice still sleep-heavy. "Did you sleep good?" Louis asks, dragging his hand up from my abs to my chest, resting on one of my swallow tattoos. "Better when you are with me." I say, feeling his hot breath puff on my back as he laughs. "What? It's true." I say in defiance, my eyes still shut. "Ok love."

"I think, we should go for a rooftop lunch and then gambling tonight? Sleep in to eleven?" Louis asks, nuzzling into my shoulder with a soft sigh of contentment. "Good plan, babe." I whisper back, sleep already overtaking me once more.

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"We-we're going to be late to-to our reservations no-now!" I moan out into the steamy shower-stall. My back against the slowly warming tiles, my skin colliding on new tiles and warming new spots. Louis thrusts particularly hard and I cry as tears spike in the corners of my eyes, "Fuck the reservations, be my good pet and shut the fuck up!" He shouts into the hot air, holding my knee up around his hip. I whine at his harsh tone, knocking my head back against the tiles.

Louis' hips stutter into mine, and I feel his warm release coating me. His orgasm triggers mine and I'm immediately cumming into the water streams. "Oh fuck, baby.. oh fuck." Louis whines into my mouth, his hips slowly slide in and out of me, working his way through the ending of his climax. Louis lets my leg down after pulling himself out of me, and I can't put weight on my legs and Louis has to hold my up in the shower. I can feel his cum start to drip out of me, dripping down my legs and onto the shower floor.

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I limp out of the elevator and out onto the beautiful rooftop grill restaurant, right outside of Vegas, overlooking the city. I sit down and a sharp pain rides up my spine and Louis smirks at my discomfort. We order and talk about everything and nothing at the same time. I laugh as Louis is telling the story of the first time he found Liam and Zayn fucking. "I swear, I let Liam stay over at my apartment, left to... to go check on my first bar. I came back like two hours later and he and this random man were.... Fornicating... on my couch, I wanted to bleach my eyes, bleach the couch, bleach my brain. Bleach everything." Louis says, all seriousness, I almost spit out the steak that I had previously shoveled into my mouth.

I swallowed the food, "Ok, let me get this straight. You walked in on your best friend and this random guy, fucking on your couch. And a few months later, you're like 'let me get him on my security team' and he can help me and Liam." I say, giggling halfway through my sentence. Louis bites into his sandwich. "Well... when you put it like that..... essentially yes." He says around a mouthful of food.