Did you want to come up?"
The questions rolls off of your tongue a little easier than you'd expected it to. Your hand is poised on the inside door handle of Niall's Porsche as he sits beside you, his tongue peaking out to wet his bottom lip as he comprehends the meaning behind your question.
"Ya sure?" he asks, the leather of the steering wheel creaking beneath his tightening grip. There's no question as to what you would be doing if he came up. You hadn't masked your intention with a promise of hot, bitter beverages or a game of tick-tack-toe; sharing coffee and small talk was the last thing on your mind. Five amazing dates was a long enough wait, if he came up with you the plan was to be naked in under ten minutes.
Nodding, you nibble at the corner of your bottom lip, hoping the staying power of your favourite lipstick means it won't paint your teeth red. "I'm sure." You say, false confidence making your words seem clear and firm even though you've got nerves swimming like guppies in your belly.
Niall swallows, his adams apple bobbing hard as he swings the car away from the curb and pulls into one of the empty visitor spaces in front of your apartment block. "Yeah, I wanna come up."
The two of you are out of the car like a shot, the excitement briefly swallowing the nerves. You've spent three weeks imagining this moment, stamping down lust over dinner and doing your best to ignore the heated gazes Niall is constantly throwing your way just so you could somehow manage to wait until you got home before your shoved your hand down the front of your panties and relieved the ache just being around him caused.
He grabs your hand as soon as he's within reach, each finger - cold from the chill of the winter evening - slotting between yours as you pull him towards your building, through the brightly lit lobby, stopping twice to allow Niall to push you up against the wall, his mouth showing you all the enthusiasm his words were struggling to find, and into the lift, pressing the button for your floor at least three times.
A business man, worth more than you'd like to think about, Niall had been nothing but calm and confident on every date, during every phone call and in every text, but now there's a pink sheen on his cheeks and he's shoving his hand through the perfectly coiffed blonde quiff that sits atop his head, as if he's feeling the nerves too. As much as you're looking forward to exploring his body and having him roam yours, you're more excited for it to be over. Your best friend would kill you for ever admitting that, even only to yourself, but god, the pressures of first time sex were way too high to fully enjoy. You're sure it's been scientifically proven that second time sex was a lot less awkward. Okay, maybe not scientifically proven, but from experience you'd put a lot of trust behind the theory.
"Been waitin' fer dis if I'm honest." Niall says, his Irish accent thickening by the minute. His eyes hold yours, the blue vibrant as he searches for your reaction to his admission.
"Me too." you breathe, the words practically a sigh of relief because knowing that he's been thinking about this just as much is always helpful. You couldn't quite handle nonchalance in this moment.
Niall's face splits into a grin, flashing straight white teeth as he tugs you towards him a little, "Good." he dips his head, wet lips pressing soft kisses just below your ear that make your knees weak. "Hope yer not tired, not likely gonna be sleepin' any time soon."
His hand skirts down your spine, fingers spread wide as he covers your ass, giving you a squeeze just as the elevator doors ding open. The couple waiting give you both a wide eyed look as the two of you giggle, rushing passed. You get him into your apartment, somehow managing to unlock the front door with him plastered to your back, his mouth working on your neck still as his large arms wrap right around you.
"Fuck, Niall, come on." You whine, thankful your flatmate is at her girlfriend's for the night.
The trip to your bedroom takes longer than necessary as the journey gets paused to kick off shoes and coats, Niall's suit jacket with the designer label stitched in gets throw over the back of the couch, left to wrinkle without a care as he walks you in the wrong direction, too busy kissing you frantically to realise he doesn't actually know where your bedroom is.
"This way." You scoff, grabbing the silk tie around his neck and leading him into your room, kicking the door closed.
Getting undressed should be easy, you've done it a thousand times before but this time your dress gets stuck as he pulls it over your head, your arms bent at an angle that stops the bodycon from shifting, your world going black as the material covers your face.
"Fuckin' hell." Niall grunts, the sound of seams popping filling your ears as he finally hauls the dress over your head, chucking the offending item across the room with a scowl as you try and catch your breath. "Gonna get ya another one a' those."
Calloused hands stroke over your body exactly the way you imagined they would, eager to touch every curve and dip, stripping you of your bra and panties before he even has his shirt off. Shedding his clothes turns out to be a lot easier with his help, tie flying over his shoulder and shirt gaping open as you yank his leather belt from the loops in his slacks.
There's a second when you're both naked that you just stand there, taking each other in. Niall is lean; legs long and slender, his chest broader, shoulders and arms muscled nicely. He's got a spattering of hair on his pecs that effects you a lot more than you thought it would. His eyes are flicking over your body in a desperate attempt to study every feature and the blush that heats your cheeks is thankfully hidden by the dimness of the room.
"So beautiful." He breathes, stepping up to you and tilting your chin up so that he can kiss you again.
It only takes a few seconds before you're crashing down onto the bed, Niall leaning over you, his lips everywhere. Not so bad, you think as pleasure starts to tingle up your spine, his fingers stroking between your thighs, the rough rasp of his fingertips over your clit making your legs twitch and your lips part with small gasps.
His soft groans just serve to turn you on even more, so you're relieved when he's rolling on the waiting condom. Not so happy at his first attempt to slide into you though, when your body decides that, no, you're not going to accept what he has to give you just yet. The second and third attempt are just as fruitless, even though he's holding himself firmly in place, the broad head of his cock nudging at your entrance as he holds himself up over you with just one arm. The show of strength should have been enough but you couldn't have been tighter if you tried, each effort at breaching you causing your nose to scrunch with discomfort.
"Sorry." You mumble in the dark, reaching between your heated bodies to rub at your clit, forcing the suddenly tense muscles in your body to relax.
Niall shakes his head, "Don' be silly." He lets go of his cock, gripping your hip with that hand as he kisses down your body, soft nips leaving slight stings that his tongue laves over. Your nipples have never received such avid attention before and then your legs are spread wide and his tongue is delving between your throbbing folds.
Now you know that Niall's tongue is a thing of wonder. A gift to the world that should be celebrated long after he's no longer in it. You spend all of five minutes with your back as curved as one of the arches in Westminster Bridge, fingers clutching at the sheets, before you're coming so hard yellow dots dance behind your eyelids.
"Oh god, Niall...fuck" you have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop more words and sounds slipping out and the deep, proud chuckle he gives against your pussy fires up a round of aftershocks that make you tremble.
His cock slides into you so easily this time, buried to the hilt in one smooth plunge. It's quick, definitely not the hour long sessions you've been fantasising about. Niall fucks into you with that inherent zealousness that he's so obviously honed in his thirty years; his hips pistoning as your ankles lock tight behind his back, his hands fisted in your hair as he buries his face into your neck, groaning and gasping dirty compliments into your skin that only turn you on even more.
He comes with a long groan and a sharp, "Fuck." so deep inside of you that it almost aches, your body fluttering around him, still recovering from your earlier orgasm.
"T'at was great." He smiles a few minutes later, returning to bed after disposing of the condom and lying down beside you. "I promise I normally last longer, dat was jus' da warm up." he chuckles as he pulls you up against his chest, kissing the top of your head as his fingers stroke up and down your spine. "Ready t' burst when I had me mout' on ya."
You hide your grin against the sweat damp skin of his chest, all your previous nerves dissipating like you knew they would. Resting your chin on his pec, you meet his warm gaze, the affection held in those blue eyes letting you know that this was definitely a good idea. You reach up to swipe a damp strand of hair from his forehead up into his flattened locks, smiling gently.
"So, uh, how long do I have wait 'till you're ready to go again?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow as your smile turns into a smirk.
Niall always laughs like you've said the best thing in the world, but this time you're more likely to believe it's genuine, because he's wrapping you up in his arms and rolling you over, his lips finding yours and kissing you so deeply you know you'll feel it for days.
"No' long at all"
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SUP GALS I HOPE YOU ARE ALL HAVING A LOVELY SUMMER BREAK!!-WHORRIFIC
