Stole My Heart (A Ziall and Larry Love Story)

Chapter 3 - Suck It

*Author's Note*

Hey, so this is just a Ziall chapter, I guess it's a bit of a filler and it's SMUT! Smutty smutty smut smut smut! Don't forget, this is my first fanfiction and my first time writing smut so be nice and I'm sorry if it's crap. Please comment or vote or anything, it would make me so happy. At the moment I'm only uploading because my friend keeps begging me to write more but it would mean the world to me if I knew that other people are reading this and like it :) anyway, enjoy! - Scott

Niall's POV

My heart was literally racing as Zayn led me to his room. I felt like I was going to throw up with the butterflies in my stomach and it felt like my heart was going to break free of my chest. I panicked, unsure if Zayn would hear my beating heart and freak out. I started to sweat and I hoped he wouldn't notice, whilst a million and one thoughts were whizzing round and round inside my head.

“I'll make all your nightmares go away. I'll make all your dreams come true instead”

Zayn's words kept repeating themselves inside my head, spreading a warm feeling throughout my entire body. The spark of electricity that shot through my body when he pulled me in to a tight embrace is still fresh in my mind, and I can still feel a tingly feeling of excitement where his fingers are interlocked with mine.

He couldn't possibly know what my dreams and nightmares are about. I'm sure of it. I've hidden my feelings well. It was a general statement that's all, he's just looking after me as a friend. Besides, I can smell alcohol on his breath so it's probably the drink talking but I don't care. Maybe the Ziall shippers out there really have picked up on something.

“Niall are you okay? Are you going to lay down or just stand over me all night, it's kinda creepy!”

At the sound of Zayn's voice I snapped back to reality and looked down. I must have been really deep in thought because we were already in his room and I was staring down at Zayn, who was already on the bed. Smirking at me.

AND TOPLESS!

Whoa Niall, breath, act cool, shit, I can feel my pants getting tight. I shifted uncomfortably.

Zayn's smirk faded and his face showed deep concern.

“Niall?”

I grinned at him flashing my braces, turning on my Irish charm.

“Yeah I'm fine Zayn, move over”

He grinned back and moved slightly on the bed so I could lay next to him. I snuggled up close to him, our bodies almost touching. This really isn't helping the problem in my pants.

“Relax Niall, you seem a bit tense”

Zayn purred, yes purred, into my ear as he snaked his arms around my chest, pulling me in tightly to his embrace, our bodies were touching, his crotch pressing into my arse. 'Little Niall' was practically begging for freedom, straining against the material of my boxers.

To my complete surprise Zayn nibbled a little on my earlobe and flicked his tongue across my neck as his hands started to travel down my body. He playfully tweaked my nipples as I let out a low moan but his hands kept moving further down. I gasped as he gave my bulge a squeeze.

“Happy to see me Niall?”

I could practically feel him smirking as he buried his head into my neck nibbling at my soft spot. As the shocks ran through my body I shivered under his touch and let out another low moan. He had no idea of the power he had over my body.

“Zaaayyyyn”

Shit. I can't believe I just moaned his name into the pillow. He started to grind into me, sending shock-waves through my body.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love the Irish accent? It turns me on sooo bad”

Fuck! He did not just say that. That's it, I don't care if he's drunk. I want him so bad. I started to turn my head, and I cupped his cheek in my hand, leaning in towards him. Then our lips smashed together.

It felt like thousands of fireworks were exploding inside my body!

After seconds I felt his tongue licking my bottom lip begging for entrance, I gave it to him without hesitation and gave into his dominance, allowing him to lead the kiss. The heat and the passion in the kiss was so consuming I couldn't help but whimper in pleasure as he bit my bottom lip. My hands started to roam his body, stroking his arms, chest, back, neck, anything I could touch. I felt so much longing. I let out a moan as he grabbed my arse with one hand, the other entangled in my hair. It was magical.

And I wanted more.

He pulled away from the kiss and started peppering love bites on my neck. I growled in pleasure as he brushed over my tender spot with his tongue.

“You like that, don't you Nialler?”

Before I could reply he firmly gripped my shoulders pushing me down into the bed, pressing his lips back against mine and he started grinding our hips together. As he deepened the kiss he started palming me through the material of my boxers. I gasped in total pleasure and almost climaxed right there. But there's no way I'm letting him win that easily.

I used all my upper body strength to flip us other so I was on top and I reconnected the kiss once more, this time I was dominating. I tangled my hand in his gorgeous hair allowing my other hand to roam freely over his well toned chest. I moved my lips and started to nibble his ear, then licked down to his neck, determined to find his soft spot. As soon as I found it I started sucking gently, circling my tongue and grazing the skin with my teeth. I felt the vibrations underneath as he shuddered in pleasure. I grinned into his neck, pleased I could have that effect on him.

I felt his semi-hard member pressing into my butt cheeks as I sat up and starting moving my ass, causing friction between us and leaving us both moaning in pleasure. I lowered myself to play with his nipples, kissing down his chest to the waistband of his boxers, watching him writhe in pleasure.

He started tugging on my t-shirt so I sat up, pressing my cheeks against 'Little Zayn' as I pulled the t-shirt over my head and threw it across the room. I stared deep into his chocolate brown eyes, alive with so much longing. And in that split second all doubts left my mind. Alcohol or no alcohol.

I want him now.

I pressed my lips against his forehead, pecking him lightly, then I trailed my kisses down his nose to his mouth, lingering for a while before travelling further down his neck, then his chest, back to his torso. I gripped the waistline of his pants in my teeth and I stared up at him as I peeled them away, letting his 7-inch breathe. He stared at me and winked.

“Suck it”

God I love this Zayn. I circled my tongue around his head before taking as much as I could in my mouth, choking, letting my hand have what was left, while my other played with his balls. I have to say, I give fantastic blow-jobs. I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft and began pumping with my hand, picking up speed. It wasn't long before...

“Eugh, Nialler, I-I'm gunna...”

I swallowed his load greedily (What can I say? I'm in love) and kissed him once more on the lips, staring deep into his eyes. I buried my head into the crook of his neck and whispered four little words.

“I love you Zayn”

I moved my head and looked back at him...

He was fast asleep.

I grinned, he looks sexy when he's sleeping. Oh well, I guess it's for the best that he doesn't know. After all, he was drunk. I rested my head on his chest with longing in my eyes and drifted off to sleep.