She's A Lucky Girl

Zayn (Dirty)

I heard the apartment door slam shut and curled deeper into the blankets with a soft groan.  There was a loud crash and the sound of shattering glass.  I bit my lip and buried my head beneath my pillow, hoping to drown out the noise.  I was about to return to sleep when the scent of cigarettes and alcohol filled my nose.  The mattress sagged as Zayn crawled into bed next to me, pulling me out from beneath the pillow to lie with my back against his bare body.  I could feel the hard planes of his chest against the curve of my back and his growing erection pressing against my ass.  He pressed his lips against my neck and the scent of smokes and booze became even stronger.

I groaned again, "Zayn.  You're drunk."

"Shhh..." he whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling my flushed skin.

I fought the desire blossoming deep in my stomach and shut my eyes tightly, trying to block him out.  "Zayn, it's late."

"Be quiet, Y/N," he snapped, flipping me over onto my back and rolling his hips against mine.

"Zayn, what-"

He silenced me with his lips as they crushed down on mine, his tongue forcing its way in to explore every crevass of my mouth.  He straddled my waist as his hands slid beneath the baggy T-shirt I was wearing to roughly cup my breasts.  I bit back a moan as he pinched my nipples tightly between his fingertips, causing pleasure and pain alike to shoot through my body.

"Zayn, I-"

"Shut up, Y/N!" he snarled, biting down on my lower lip before soothing away the shock of pain with his warm, wet tongue.  I stopped trying to fight him and finally gave in to the sensations flowing through every inch of my body.  His hands lifted my shirt over my head, breaking the kiss only briefly so he could toss the shirt to the floor.  His lips began trailing down my neck, licking and nibbling as they went, until he sucked one hardened nipple into his mouth.  His teeth scraped across the tender flesh, causing my to cry out in pain.  Suddenly, he clamped a hand around my mouth and growled against my breast, "If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to gag you, slut."

I was shocked.  Zayn had never spoken to me like this before.  He'd come home drunk more times than I could count, but it was never like this.  This was different.  It wasn't something I was used to.  But it was fucking hot.  I could feel the way my body was responding to his words and the way he tortured my senses with his hands and mouth.  I writhed upon the mattress as he abused each erect nipple with his tongue and teeth, causing me to whimper repeatedly against the hand muffling my voice.

He stopped unexpectedly and sat up.  I immediately missed his touch and cried out in protest as I watched him climb off the bed.  My gaze trailed down his body to check out his taut ass as he made his way to the closet.

"Zayn?" I questioned softly.

"I told you to shut up," he said, emerging from the closet with a silk tie held tightly within his hands.  He climbed back on the bed, straddling my waist once more, and slid the fabric into my mouth; securing it at the back of my head.

"Mmph?!" I tried.

"Better," he replied, kissing my lips roughly through the silken fabric.

He hooked his fingers beneath the elastic of my lace panties and dragged them in slow motion down my long legs.  I squirmed upon the mattress; wanting only for him to touch me and make me feel desired.

He grinned down at me wickedly as one finger flicked across my swollen clit, casuing my hips to buck of the bed.  I arched my back, longing for so much more.

He chuckled, "Impatient, aren't we?"

Slowly, he pushed two long fingers into my burning core, curling them up in a sort of "come here" gesture and causing pleasure of an unimaginable kind to shoot through my body.  He pumped his fingers in an out, never looking away from my eyes as he finger f*cked me.

I tried in vain to scream, but the sound was stifled by the smooth cloth he had shoved in my mouth.  His eyes glittered mischeivously as he watched the way I reacted to his touch and his fingers moved faster; in and out of my slick p*ssy.  Just as I was about to climax he removed his fingers, causing a soft whimper of protest from deep within my throat.  I watched, eyes wide, as he inserted his fingers into his mouth and sucked lightly, removing all evidence of my liquids from his skin.

Using his knees, he shoved my legs even wider apart, before grasping my thighs and draping my legs over his shoulders.  Then he thrust into me as hard as he could.  Without giving me any time to adjust he began hammering my body into the mattress.  I bit into the fabric of his tie as pain blended with pleasure washed through my body.  There was a thin sheen of sweat forming upon his smooth forehead as he shoved his c*ck into me.  My p*ssy ached from the fierce pounding it was receiving, and yet still I could feel the way my muscles tensed as my release neared.

"Come for me, baby girl," Zayn whispered hoarsely in my ear. "Let it all go now."

My body spasmed in ectasy as my walls clenched his c*ck tightly, and with one final thrust our releases merged to become one.  It was like nothing I'd ever felt before.  Our bodies slick with sweat as we gradually came down from our high to collapse in a knot of satisfied exhaustion.

"I love you," Zayn murmured, rolling to his side and pulling me on top of him, into his arms.

"I love you too," I replied, after he had removed my gag. "That was hot."

"You are my naughty girl," he chuckled.

I giggled and poked him in the ribs.

He rolled over so I was pinned beneath him once more, chuckling quietly to himself. "You're playing with fire, y/n."

I bit his lip as he tried to kiss me, and he laughed, his eyes sparkling with lust.

"You'll pay for that, slut."