Stella
As relief washes over me, Zayn's eyes overcome with something dark and pained. Before I have a chance to probe or thank him, he spins and walks away.
There are only a few people with so much morality and value, that they would go after a person who just abandoned them. I am one of those few people. I'm sure Zayn left because there was something deeper and far more painful in his eyes, his face contorted into an empty and aimless expression. It was only right if I helped him after what he just did for me. I feel a strong need to protect him, give him comfort and most importantly thank him more than anything at this moment, more than even delving into own problems.
"Zayn" I run after him. He doesn't give away a glance or a hitch in his stride. I have to run to catch upto him.
Filling my lungs with a large amount of oxygen, I stop right in front of his tracks. He looks at me disgusted and agonised, with a darkness in his orbs that could kill with just a glance. He stares at me in challenge, in a question of my presence. It intimidates to the point I don't know what I'm doing, I feel the need to do something right at this moment and I internally curse myself for the next move I pull.
I'm on my toes as my lips lock with his, he is taken aback by the suddenness but gives in because how could he resist it. Ever since I saw him brooding next to my car, I've only wanted to do this and now I finally am. Especially the way he was staring at my boobs earlier filled me with a hotness and flooded my blood with so much need, which is now amplified. This time I don't give much attention to people around us, if they wanted to see, they may as well I couldn't give lesser fucks.
Both of us sigh as the familiar feeling of pleasure washes over us. I melt into his arms as his hands travels up my back and hold my neck to a better angle deepening the kiss. I'm fast to disappear my fingers in his unruly hair and tug at them. Soon enough our kiss turns rushed with more angst and passion. A moan leaves my lips as Zayn treads us towards a car, fumbling with our feet. My ass plants itself on the bonnet of the car as Zayn breaks his lip from mine, "You're killing me Stel." His eyes dip to my breasts and then to his crotch. A huge hard cock pushes against his black jeans as a smirk lines his lips. My cheeks flush at the sight of what I've done to him and before I can escape it, Zayn's mouth is back on mine with so much more intensity and the rhythm of our tongues dancing grows harder and deeper.
Zayn groans in my mouth eliciting another moan from me as my hands search his body, hard muscles with dips and curves run along his torso, while he ignites my soft frame from with his own hands. We discover each others bodies like teenage kids, for the first time and do it with such hurriedness like this might be the last. One of Zayn's hand touches my thigh parting it away from the other, he makes room for himself between my legs before standing in the middle of either and totally closing the distance between us. Butterflies, pigeons, ducks, every kind of bird flaps it's wings inside my stomach as my lower body aches for him.
Zayn takes his sweet time to nibble on my neck and ear, whispering "If you I could, I'd fuck you right here against my car." A gasp leaves my lips to which he chuckles. My hands gain composure by taking supporting from the bonnet. While both my hands are splayed across the black surface and my back is in an arch, Zayn kisses all the exposed skin above my V-neck. His eyes search mine for permission to go deeper into the sweater and just as I'm about to give him the pass, a horn wakes us both from our delirium and calls us both back to reality.
I instantly flush as an aftermath of our doings as Zayn zooms his eyes in dangerous slits at the car and curses. I cough trying to evade the dizzy feeling that has taken over me and get off the hood but my throbbing legs won't comply, I almost trip. Zayn is fast as a flash to catch me. I clear my throat and thank him in the light of embarrassment of getting caught by some random dude in a car.
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Bloom
Romance"I hate you." I scream in his face, not realizing that he has me backed up against a wall, only inches away from me. "I hate you." I whisper again, my breathing heavier and my drained feeble body aching with desire. His proximity is killing me and...