Love, Romance And A Boy (bxb)

Part Twenty-One

Part Twenty-One

A/N:

This part is strictly for mature audiences (18+). It contains quite a bit of sexual content. If this is not your scene, skip this part.

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A house appears in the distance, its silhouette a beacon of potential comfort. My grin spreads wide as Scott walks beside me, his gaze lost in a labyrinth of thoughts.

As the house comes into view, I pull out the ticket Alejandro gave me. The words "Lola's Luxury" shimmer in gold, matching the sign staked into the ground.

The place resembles a spa or a boutique hotel, but I have my doubts.

"We shouldn't stop here," Scott says as we reach the porch. "It'll only slow us down."

I shake my head, disbelief coloring my tone. "No, we're staying. I can't walk another day. Let's see what they can do to help us."

Scott glances at me, and I give him my best puppy dog eyes. With a sigh, he steps onto the porch. I can't help but squeal in excitement.

Inside, a dark-haired woman sits at a desk, her pen scratching against paper. She looks up as we enter.

"Hi, so uh..." I trail off awkwardly, placing the pink ticket on the counter. "A friend of mine gave me this. He said I should use it."

She takes the ticket and smiles. "Ah, a pink ticket. Let's get you settled in. Your stay is only for the night."

"Perfect!" I beam.

There are about four bedrooms, each with a bathroom. The place is unusually stylish for somewhere not even on the map. Old paintings and souvenirs are perfectly placed on shelves.

We enter our room, and I gasp in awe. A queen-size bed sits in the middle, with a medium-sized table in the corner. There's no television, but it's perfect—a place to rest.

"I'm going to take a shower," I tell Scott after we settle in, heading towards the bathroom.

I close the door behind me and lean my head against it. All of this is just so messed up. Deciding not to torture my brain anymore, I turn on the shower, letting the steam fill the room.

Discarding my clothes, I step into the shower and close the glass door behind me. As the hot water hits my skin, I let my forehead rest against the cool tiles.

The door opens, and I already know who it is. I don't look until a gust of wind makes me turn my head. Scott stands there, naked, his clothes discarded.

My eyes betray me, taking in his body, and I gulp. Scott steps closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me to him.

The contact of our skin ignites every cell in my body, setting them ablaze.

Scott dips his head into the crook of my neck, his lips pressing against the delicate skin. "Zayn, I can't stop thinking about you," he whispers into my ear. "I just can't."

A chuckle escapes me as I wrap my arms around his neck. "Well... I've always wanted to live out my fantasies, so zip it."

He looks at me and smirks, about to say something, but I crush our lips together. This feels so right.

Scott doesn't hesitate to kiss me back but pulls away as the heat intensifies. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, his voice tinged with concern.

"I said shut up," I state and kiss him again. He's toxic and detrimental to my health, yet I can't stop wanting to feel him.

Scott pins my hands above my head, kissing me with a passion that feels almost desperate. Feeling bold, I switch our positions, pressing him against the shower wall.

His lustful brown eyes bore into mine, making my body heat up all over again. I kiss him on the lips, trailing my mouth along his jaw until I reach the nape of his neck.

His chest rises and falls rapidly. Smiling against his skin, I suck on his neck longer than necessary, knowing it will leave a mark.

As I trail kisses down his chest, Scott's hands find their way into my hair, tugging at the ends. It's undeniably sexy. I softly kiss his stomach, feeling his erection pressing against my chest.

Wrapping my hand around his length, he grunts in pleasure. I continue kissing just above his hardening member while stroking him.

Scott groans, throwing his head back against the tiles. Without warning, I wrap my mouth around his shaft. He gasps, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Fuck," he moans loudly. "Don't stop."

I do as I'm told, savoring every inch of him. He bucks his hips, causing me to gag slightly. The strange, wet sounds echo around us.

Scott lifts me, pinning me against the wall again. His brown eyes look at me with a seductive intensity that makes me flush even more.

"This is going to hurt," he warns gently. "Are you ready?"

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I nod. He wastes no time lifting me in his strong arms, spreading my legs. His fingers enter me slowly, prepping me for what's to come.

I clench instinctively. Scott kisses me, holding me tight as he pushes his member into my entrance.

Gasping at the thickness, I feel his lips capturing mine to distract me from the pain. He moves slowly, each thrust turning me on even more.

Pleasure shoots through my entire body. I pull him close, wrapping my arms around his neck. Damn, this is heaven. He kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

"Ah yeah," he moans deeply as he moves his lips to kiss my neck again. "You're so fucking tight."

"I was keeping it tight for you," I manage between pants, and Scott looks at me.

He smiles, kissing me again while pounding into me. This is ecstasy. Scott grunts, and I know he's close. I tighten, and he groans.

Scott grabs my member, stroking it. His rough hands send jolts of electricity through my body. I throw my head back in pleasure.

"Zayn, I'm gonna..." he moans, and I feel myself getting close too.

He slams into me one final time, and it's enough to send me over the edge. We both moan in pleasure as we come simultaneously. Scott gently places me on my feet, my legs shaking. He catches me, smirking.

"Can we do it again, please?" he asks, his brown eyes glowing.

I laugh, slapping his chest. "Don't be a sex addict."

He captures my lips and rests his forehead on mine. "Like I said, I can't get enough of you."

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