Let Us Burn

Confused

India

I jolted awake. It couldn't be more than 4 in the morning since the room was still encased with darkness. Arms were wrapped around me, and I could feel breathing on my neck. I didn't expect we'd be here when I ran into Zayn in the kitchen. Me, wrapped in his arms after having sex. When he told me to return to my room, I felt he was pushing me away again. Against my judgment, I told him I was his, whatever that meant. I had no clue, but I knew I didn't want to leave his bed or him. That was all that was on my mind when I took up his offer to sleep with him. With Isaac on the other side of the hall, this was an all-time low for me.

What if Isaac or Scarlette came to either of our rooms looking for us? Then what. Lately, I've never been in my right mind regarding Zayn. Whether that was good or bad was up to debate. But I saw a different side of him tonight. Telling me in his, and the way he was so attentive during sex, it was all-consuming. It was the sex, that's all. Did he even mean all of that? He was drinking when, and maybe it was the alcohol talking. That would be a little disappointing.

I felt him move behind me, and his grip around my waist tightened, and he pulled me flush against his. The heat radiating off of his body shot tingles through my body. And just for a second, my predicament was nonexistent.

"Are you regretting it?" His raspy, sleepy voice whispered in my ear.

I avoided the question. "How did you know I was awake?"

His low chuckle sent the hairs on my body to a standing ovation. His low chuckle sent the hairs on my body to a standing ovation. His hand wrapped around me and started rubbing on my bare stomach, then down my thighs, and my body started an involuntary grinding against him. His lips were gentle as they brushed against my ear.

"I don't." He whispered an answer to his question. "None of it."

A moan slipped past my lips as he began to kiss me from my ear to my neck. Kisses were so soft as a feather, driving me crazy. His hips matched my movement as I continued to grind on him. I could feel his hard cock on my ass. His hand rubbing my thighs danced its way between my legs. I opened them slightly as his fingers dove right for my clit.

A low groan rumbled from his lips as they neared my ear again. "Your pussy is so wet for me. Do you hear that?" His teeth grazed my ear, and I threw my head back onto his chest. His finger traced circles on my clit slowly. Then he picked up the pace. My low moans filled the quiet room. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from being any louder than I was. Just when I felt I was on the edge of climaxing, he pulled his fingers out. I was going to complain, but I know if he kept going, I would've been a screaming mess.

I was a gasping mess when I felt him stroking himself. "We're not done," he whispered. My heart started racing as I waited in anticipation. His hand ran down my curves and then rubbed my ass. He lifted my leg where I was lying on my side. I kept them open as he used his hand to guide his way in me. His other hand that was under me shot into my mouth to cover it. "As much as I want to hear your sweet little cries, you're going to have to be quiet for me," he said against my ear. My muffled moans against his hand covering my mouth were uncontrollable as he thrust in me. His movements were slow and deliberate, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I felt my body tremble with pleasure. Listening to his low groans didn't make it any better; it just pushed me closer to the edge.

And then he picked up his pace, and I swear I would lose it. His free hand came around and squeezed my breasts, plucking each nipple and rolling them between his fingers. "That's it," he said, kissing my ear. "I could feel you getting close." My moans were my only response. "Come for me." His raspy voice came out low and guttural.

That was my undoing as I came with his hand tightening over my mouth. He chased his own soon after, biting down on my shoulder. I was in bliss as our heavy breathing and the smell of sex filled the room.
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I was laid out by the pool around ten that morning. I had forgotten how lovely the LA weather was during the summertime. The sun shone down on me as I lay on the sunbed, and my bare skin in my bikini felt the sun's heat. I didn't get any more sleep when I left Zayn's room at dawn. Staying until everyone else woke up in the house was a stupid idea, even though I did want to stay. Isaac was still asleep when I returned, so I showered and went to bed. Sleeping next to him after I'd slept with Zayn didn't seem right. None of this was right. So, I lay there listening to his quiet snores, and everything I've been doing replayed in my mind. As they say, there is no sleep for the wicked. Wicked I was. When I broke up with Issac, I thought it was the right thing to do because our relationship was thinning the line of friends more than romantic. But after being together for so long, why wouldn't we drift apart a little? My reasons for wanting to fix things were my own, but I was throwing all that away for a summer fling with the last person I should wish to. When I'm around Zayn, I do not think about right or wrong. Mine. He said I was his, and I told him I was his. In a way, I meant it. But there could be nothing more than hooking up with him like ever. He wasn't the type, and it's more of a reason why I should put a stop to it. But when I'm under him, it does things to me. Things like losing my morals, apparently. Just the thought of it right now is doing something to me. Fuck.