Irresistible

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Josh's P.O.V. [surprise! well, not really]

"What the hell's goin' on?" I demand angrily.

Niall's sapphire orbs twinkle, pupils blown wide with alcohol and lust. "Joshie!" he exclaims happily.

He abandons Harry on the bed and jumps straight into my arms. "I've missed you, Joshie! So, so much!" 
He then proceeds to attack me with feverish kisses, not giving me anytime to kiss him back or even put my hands on him.  Already, his hands have slipped under my tight button-down to tease my nipples.  I let out a hiss when his fingers pinch one of them and then rolls it between his fingertips.  Smirking into the kiss, Niall pries my lips open skilfully to assault every inch inside my mouth.

"Nngh, Nialler. How much have you had to drink tonight?" I manage in between his kisses.
He giggles a bit manically before attaching his lips to mine again, erasing coherent thoughts from my brain for a good moment.
"Probably half a dozen shots of vodka and tequila," Harry equips. "It's a wonder how I got him back home."

I've a response on the tip of my tongue but Niall swallows it with another lingering kiss. His lips taste a lot like lime, tequila and vodka. 

About after ten minutes of being tongue-raped by my very drunk, and very horny, boyfriend, I somehow make him sit on the edge of his bed. When I finally get my breath back, I ask, "So why was he dry-humping you?"

Harry shrugs. "Beats me. We got home and then he jumped me."
"Sounds like a typical drunk Nialler," I muse. "Must've been awkward for you, mate."
"A bit, yeah."

We sit in the uncomfortable silence for a while. Niall starts to play with the buttons on my shirt.  Surely enough, he unbuttons the bottom three in less than ten seconds.  A shiver runs down my spine as Niall kisses the ridges of my six pack, deliberately going slow and detailed. His lips reach my bellybutton and I swear I can feel him smirk against the skin before he dips his tongue in it. My body jerks at the touch and he grips my hipbones to steady me.
His fingers must have undone the rest of the buttons without my knowledge, because next thing I know, his lips are trailing up my chest. He stops at my collarbone to suck a love bite the size of a Euro--I'll have fun explaining that to my mates back home. A strangled moan escapes my mouth when I feel Niall nibbling a path up to my jawline, alternating between nips and licks. He kisses me on the lips again after what seems like hours upon hours of teasing. 
This kiss is rough and chock full of passion, our tongues unyielding and clashing against each other. His fingers tighten their grip on my hips, pressing our lower halves even closer together. It's as if he is trying to devour me with his hungry kisses.He starts to roll his hips against mine, teasingly slow at first.  I growl impatiently at him but he pay me no mind and continues to rock his hips dead-slowly.

Things pick up when I finally decide to take matters into my own hand and flip him onto the bed, his lithe body trapped underneath mine. From the corner of my eyes, I see Harry watch us with his brows arched high but whatever. It's been too long since either of us had a decent orgasm and what's a little voyeurism, aye? Both of us are too horny and turned on to care at this point.

Niall's steady hands tug at the sleeves of my shirt, pulling it off my torso completely. I do the same unto his top, discarding it carelessly onto the floor. His fingers fumble with my belt buckle and then with the button-fly of my jeans. 
Once we are down to our boxers, we resume our hungry kisses. He really loves to mark me as his own; biting me everywhere from the patch of skin behind my ear lobe to the inside of my thigh. I moan embarrasingly loud when his talented tongue flicks against the crease of my upper thigh, dangerously close to the part of me that desperately wants his attention the most.

[hot, Norry lovin time!]

"Ni . . . . please," I plead brokenly.

"Anything for you," he breathes out, taking off my boxers completely.