From Love To Lust

Chapter Two

The light trickled in through the open blinds of my bed room. I moaned and rolled over, not expecting to be face-to-face with another person.

"Good morning, princess," I jumped at his voice. My face became a deep shade of red as the burry memories of last night flooded back to me. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. Becoming extremely lightheaded, I fell back onto the bed. Niall laughed and wrapped his muscular arms around my naked body. His hand reached around me and cupped my breast; I slapped his hand away and rolled on my side to look at him.

"Horny Horan," I muttered. He chuckled and climbed out of bed. I absentmindedly bit my lip and stared at his body. Tracing his toned abs, I caught myself looking down, quickly averting my vision.

"And you said I was horny," he laughed, pulling on his boxers. I studied his movements, carefully taking in the way he moved.

"Babe," he said sitting on the edge of the bed, "you look exhausted, go back to sleep," his voice was soothing and calm.

"I don't want to," I whined, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and placing sweet kisses on his neck and ears. I looked up into the mirror in front of us, watching him shake his head and smile. He was right, I look like hell.

He got up and I fell forward, dramatically. My feet where pressed against the bed and my butt. I folded my hands in my lap and pouted. Smiling, he leaned towards me, placing a peak on my lips. His body tried to pull away but I wouldn't allow it. I continued to forcefully kiss him, and he breathed a laugh into my mouth, filling me with a minty taste. I moaned his name while I unsuccessfully undid his pants.

"No, no," he said, pushing me off of him. I gave my best puppy dog eyes and looked at him, sticking out my bottom lip. "No, I have to get home," he stated, looking guilty. I nodded slowly and looked down at my hands, sighing.

"Fine," he groaned in frustration, taking off his pants. I smiled to myself, I knew he would cave.

I lifted the thin sheet off of my body and he lay on top of me, mimicking our motions of last night. I pulled the sheet back over us, and watched as it moved up and down, matching his movements. I hit my hand on the bed, letting out the emotion I felt. My hands grabbed a fist full of the sheets and I twisted it, trying not to scream. His face began to drop and I could clearly hear his grunting. He slowed down his thrusting and steadied himself on his knees. His hands reached for mine and he placed them in his blond hair. Then his hands moved underneath my back, pulling on it, raising me up to him. He began to move his hips faster and harder. My hands ran through his tangled hair and down his neck, stopping before I reached his lower back. I started to claw at his back, breathing heavily. I started thrusting my hips with his, an evil smirk spread across his face and he hugged me tight, rolling over so I was on top. He laid flat on his back and I was sitting up, his hands were wrapped around my waist and he lifted me up and down on him. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back.

"Niall," my voice was faint and his hands slide up my back, letting me do the work for I while.

I looked down at his face, his eye brows were pushed together, showing concern.

"What?" I breathed out, stroking his check.

"S-stop," he muttered out. I questioned him again as I continued riding him.

"Stop," he stated louder and grabbed my hips, pulling me off, but not in time. He burst inside of me and before I could react, he sat up and cradled me.

"Are you okay?" his voice was quick and concerned.

"Wh-what just happened?" I questioned, looking dumbfounded into his eyes.

"I wasn't wearing a condom," his voice drifted off and he looked down and traced patterns on my stomach.

"Oh," my voice was short and quiet. He nodded and looked into my eyes, "I'm sorry," his face was sad and worried.

"Oh, honey," I laughed and started cradling him, as if he were my child, "it's okay." I placed my finger underneath his chin and forced him to look at me. I kissed him passionately and his tongue pressed against my lips. My hand dropped and touched his torso, slowly moving down. I felt him harden again and I smiled. I love how I could affect him. His wrist hit my inner thigh as his fingers played with me. My right hand was placed on his back holding on while my left was holding on for a very different reason. We continued to do this until his phone on the bed side table started to ring. His lips pulled away from our hot kiss but continued to peck me until his phone was in his sight.

"Damn it," he muttered, reading the caller I.D., "It’s my wife