TW Dirty Imagines

Nathan Sykes (To Be Continued)

You'd just gotten back from the club, the alcohol still coursing through your veins as you let open the door to allow Nathan to enter with you following.

As you turned on the spot from your place in the door, you noticed Nathan's eyes burning into you as he watched your every movement. You stared right at him, questioning his actions. Those gorgeous blue/green orbs that you had always loved, momentarily filled with nothing but lust...

He took a step towards you and you raised an eyebrow at him questioning as a slight smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, mirroring your facial expression and chuckling a little with that devilish look remaining plastered across his face, causing him to look irresistible under the dim light of the hall way in which you were standing.

He inched him self closer to you as each second passed and soon, his intentions became clear.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him and making the two of you as close as humanly possible before leaning in and kissing you passionately.

You pulled apart, but only because you needed to breathe, you knew exactly what he wanted to do and you somehow found yourself wanting to do the same.

You looked into his eyes as he searched yours, it was obvious what he was wanting to know, and you nodded at him slightly in response as his earlier devilish grin returned and he kissed you once more, but this time, it was more intense, deeper, more hungry than the one before, more enticing, more intimate, he wanted you, and he wanted you, BAD.

As your lips moved in perfect sync with each other and the lust spread through your bones, you backed into the wall, Nathan's chest pressed to yours, keeping you there as his hands began to roam all over your body, going wherever they please without the permission, but, also without restriction, your body was now his playground, and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted, and you really couldn't care less, you just knew that there was a passion in you that was uncontrollable, and you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought of what would happen in the close future.

As things got more heated and desperate, Nathan grabbed your legs, picking you up, and you wrapped them around his waist as your tongues continued fighting for dominance. His hand was placed at the top of your thigh, just below your bum, the other at the bottom of your back, keeping you close to him as he carried you upstairs to the bedroom.

Once at the door, Nathan kicked his foot out, not letting his lips part from your neck for even one moment as he carried you in, repeating the same kicking action, Nathan closed the door behind the two of you as he walked over to the bed and gently placed you down, finally pulling himself away from you for a moment, and letting his eyes wonder over your body.

A sudden look of dismay fell over his face and he made he was over to you, your lips re attaching themselves to his as soon as he was close enough. At first you expected his hands to be on you but then you felt the slight breeze hit your chest as he un fastened your blouse and you followed his influence, your hands reaching out to start unbuttoning his shirt and a smirk spread across his face.

You broke apart as you roughly threw each others shirts else where in the room, and his lips made their way along your jaw and down your neck where they reached your sweet spot just above your collar bone and you felt yourself giving in to him, but you couldn't let that happen, so, you took control.

You pushed against his strong shoulders, flipping him over and you sat over him, right over his crotch where you could feel his raging erection begging to escape its confinement in Nathan's jeans and boxer shorts.

His breath caught in the back of his throat as you began unbuttoning his jeans, and sliding them down his legs, leaving him sat in just his boxers and you could tell he now wanted you to get rid of those too, but you ignored the look he gave you, and crawled onto the bed, up to the top and laid on the pillows. He turned and looked at you, a small hint of annoyance at how you were teasing him, and you used to finger to indicate that he should come join you, as a small smirk grew on your face. He slowly turned his body and crawled up the bed, hovering over you.