The Mogul (Mature Niall Horan) | Reposted

Chapter 20

I knew she wanted to be on top of me, I felt it, her body trying to rise. I couldn't let her have the upper hand, so I rolled her beneath me, holding her wrists, not her hands. I made sure; this was nothing but the physical, no intimacy.

I was caught up in finally getting to touch her, finally getting something. I ran my lips over her throat, it was shocking to me. I hadn't ever felt a woman so...

"Softest skin," I murmured against her, kissing her collarbone. I moved my lips over her warm skin, careful to not mark her; I didn't want my family to see anything. I felt how I was straining myself, so ready so fast with her. This was different though. I always went in with some kind of... plan of action. Right now, I had no idea, and it was frustrating me.

"What are we doing? What can I do?"

"Not sex."

"That gives me an awful lot of room." I sat up, not able to stand her being covered. I pulled off her shirt, throwing it off. I stared, surprised. It wasn't a bra; it didn't seem to have wire in it. "What is this?" I ran my fingers down the strap.

"It's just a bralette, it's' comfortable."

"Sheer lace... attractive," I ran my fingers down her throat, between her breasts, and then down her stomach. It was so incredibly... I was so turned on. Her chest was swelling a bit, straining against the sheer fabric. She wanted this too, she was frustrated too. Her body gave off all the signs. I had never been with her, so I wasn't sure what she liked or how, firsts with people were always educational.

"Me or you first? I'll be appreciative if I get something."

"Then let me get on top." she muttered.

"No, get on the floor." I sat off her and at the side of the bed. She huffed; I knew she was mad that I wouldn't let her have the upper hand. It was a bit... cute to see her red hair fluffed, and knotted from my fingers, untamed. She tossed it back, tucking some behind her ears as she got on her knees, her small hands reaching right for my boxers.

She shockingly made eye contact, that blue. Those piercing, large blue eyes were staring right at me. She pulled my boxers down slowly, her eyes somehow getting bigger at the sight of me. I was ready, completely ready for her. I watched as her face was washed with fear, intimidation spreading over her. She swallowed very hard.

"You've done this, correct?"

"Y-Yes."

"I don't' like that but come on, now."

"Don't rush me, Lord."

"Well, this is kind of an awkward position if you stay in it long enough." I could hear the strain in my voice. I needed to be touched, I needed to be satisfied after such a strong build up.

"The great Niall Horan is awkward having his penis in a girls face? Wow, who would have thought."

I was going to make a comment, but before I could she had me in her mouth. Oh I couldn't help but let out a deep moan, falling back into bed. I gripped her red hair, pushing more of myself into her mouth, flexing my hips, dying for more. It wasn't just that I was getting oral; it was who I was getting it from. That dawned on me. Knowing I was in Phoenix's mouth, knowing she was gripping my thighs, giving me all she could, it made it... much hotter; much... it felt different than other girls. She moaned against my body, the vibration was mind blowing with her hands working over me too.

'Phoenix," I groaned. She kept going, her hands gripping my thighs. I felt myself getting ready to come, to melt. She kept going, while I kept building. I let out a deep breath. "Swallow." She did, with skill, making it feel like...

"Happy?" she muttered, sitting beside me once I finished. I had my eyes shut tightly, panting. "Swallow?" she huffed. "If you ever tell me what to do with my throat again-"

I shot up and pinned her to the bed, silencing her with my mouth. I liked the back talk, a bit, but not right now. She pulled on my hair, her hands dropping to my shoulders; she ran her hands over my chest, my abs, trailing my V line. I explored her with my tongue, moving all over her mouth till she groaned. I pinned her wrists back, not wanting any more touch.

I moved over her chest, finally getting to feel them. It was better than I imagined, they were so full and soft, real. She must have liked what I was doing, because she arched her back, pushing them into my palms. I smirked as I kissed her, really taking all of her lips. I was sexually frustrated, and this is the release I needed.

It was time to get to her now. I ran my hands from her breast, and slowly, slow enough to drive her mad I'm sure, went down her chest, down her bare stomach, and slowly pushed into the fabric of her lose sleep shorts. I laid my hand down her, cupping her warmth, feeling how turned on she was for me. I didn't move, not for some time, I wanted her to build.

Finally I pushed her shorts off, leaving her in gray underwear that just looked comfortable. It almost made me smile; I was used to nothing but black and red lace. I was used to women with fake chests, in their high end lingerie, in heels. I didn't get that from Phoenix, it was the farthest thing from that.

I pulled her legs up as I sat on my knees, resting them on my shoulder so she was in an L shape. I locked my eyes with hers, they were wide again. Her hair was falling over one of her shoulders, scattering just a bit over her head. Her cheeks were flushed, thighs trembling just a bit. I watched her chest rise and fall with every heavy breath.

"This will be an awful lot of fun." I gripped both sides of the fabric, and slowly, my hands gliding over her smooth legs, pulled them off. I saw how low the birds went now... now it wasn't so disapproved of, now it was just... incredibly sexy for some unknown reason. I had never been with a girl with tattoos. I shut my eyes, imagining us having sex; I took a breath, knowing I couldn't do that.

"Do something." She panted her voice so heavy.

"Well, you gave me oral sex."

I truly didn't like going down on women. It wasn't my thing, whatsoever. I mean, I was great at it, but I felt like... too personal. I don't know why I decided to do this for her, probably because I knew we couldn't do much else, or what's what I told myself.

I pulled her legs apart, one on either side of me. I pushed her hips up a bit, and ran my fingertips from her ankle up, slowly arching down her thighs. I ran my fingers over the birds, tracing downward. Her hips shot forward but I pushed them down a bit and slid down the bed, kissing up her inner thighs. They were so smooth against my face. I moved up, and up, going exactly where she wanted me.

"Niall," I heard her shout, her hands locked in my hair right away.

I had to only use my mouth, and try to get magic to happen that way. I ran my tongue over her center, and kept on moving, and moving, and moving. I looked up after some time, hearing her whimper, begging for more, feeling her hips flexing out of her control. I saw her face; her eyes shut tightly, little lines forming around her eyes, her jaw hanging open, her head bent just a bit, she had these little wrinkles in her forehead, creases. It was sexy, watching one of her hands arch over her head, to hold onto the headboard for what seemed to be for dear life.

"Oh God," she cried, her voice getting higher. I pressed down on her body; she cried the loudest I had heard yet, my name falling from her lips over and over. I licked her body and sat up. I gazed down her, her eyes shut tightly. She was gasping, panting heavily as her chest rocked back and forth. She was satisfied.

"Fun," her eyes fluttered open, hazy with pleasure. I licked my lips, watching her clench her legs at the sight. "Good for you?"

"You have no idea." She shut her eyes, savoring in it. "I'm very confused."

"That's just fine." I lied, pulling on my underwear. I picked her up and put her in bed properly, covering her with the sheets. "I'll be downstairs on the couch, if you need anything let me know."

I left in a hurry, throwing my body onto the couch. I tried not to groan too loud, knowing she'd hear. I was frustrated. I was confused myself. I went down on her; I had her meet my family, I... I was breaking so many of my own rules. Why? Why her? What did Phoenix Flynn have on me?