If You Seek Amee | Zarry

10.💋

I just wanna go to the party she gon' go
Can somebody take me home?
Ha, ha, he, he, ha, ha, ho

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The kisses Zayn and I shared were tender, each touch filled with a sweetness I hadn't felt in so long. He was respectful of where he placed his hands, gentle in a way that made me flush. My entire body heated up as sensations washed over me, feelings I hadn't allowed myself to experience in a long time. It was incredible yet strange, a familiar yet funny warmth creeping into my core.

The bliss was intoxicating until a buried memory dragged me back: Cooper, his smile, that final night we spent together before he was gone forever. That memory shattered the euphoria, leaving me feeling numb and distant.

Suddenly, I felt something dark unfurl inside me, a hunger I couldn't quite contain. The beast within me emerged, and before I realized it, I was pressing into Zayn, my hands exploring the parts of him that made him lose control. I knew his body intimately, knew exactly how to drive him crazy.

My mouth teased him, and I reveled in his reaction. This was Sabrina's party, but who cared? That conceited bitch never liked me, anyway, and it was obvious she was using Zayn for his money. Poor, naïve Zayn, always too easily manipulated and obsessed with Harry. But Zayn belonged to me, and soon, I would have control over him—mind, body, and soul. He would never see it coming, and neither would Harry.

I whispered in Zayn's ear, my voice soft but coy. "Can we go somewhere more private?" I glanced downward, feigning shyness. "I have... a little problem," I murmured, my eyes drifting toward my pants.

Zayn noticed and, without question, ushered me upstairs to his bedroom. I'd never been in his personal space before. The last time, he'd taken me somewhere more neutral, but this was like winning the jackpot.

Now, I had the chance to scope out his room. Maybe there was some cash I could get my hands on later. For now, though, I needed to play the part. Harry's role: submissive, sweet, docile. I could do that, even if it wasn't my usual game. I'd try my very best not to wreck him. I mean, I can please as a bottom too I guess.

Things escalated quickly. I found myself sucking on his sack, running my tongue over the shaft, and sucking on the head before taking him down my throat viciously.

I couldn't lie—he tasted amazing. His skin felt as incredible as it looked, and he was giving into all this for Harry when it could be mine! And that pisses me off. Tonight, Zayn would feel what it's like to be left lonely and cold. When I was done with him, he wouldn't want to look at Harry ever again. I'd eliminate him like I've done everyone else.

I quickened my pace, sucking him while using a lot of tongue, moaning around his cock to elicit loud moans from him. My mouth traced every inch, savoring him, knowing the power I held in this moment. Zayn's taste, his scent—it was all divine. He was getting close, so I pressed two of my fingers against his prostate. He moaned loudly, shooting his load into my mouth and I made sure to collect every sweet drop that left his body.

Once he came down from his high, I held it in my mouth, savoring the flavor. I wasn't going to swallow—I had other plans. I wiped my hands on his comforter, grabbed Zayn's car keys, and quickly walked out as he looked at me, dumbfounded, questioning where I was going in such a hurry.

I returned to the party with my mouth completely closed, looking as poised as ever as I went to find Sabrina. Once I located her, she smiled as I approached, sipping her champagne with her friends. She looked happy, staring into my eyes, but her smile faltered when she realized sweet, innocent Harry was nowhere in sight. Her body went cold.