The Girl In The Dirty Shirt

For Luck

Because I'm falling in love with you. Because I want to make you mine. Because you will never be mine. Because I'm not enough for you. Because I would do anything to have you and it's still not enough. There is a million reasons why I pull away from you. I'm answering his question in my head for gods sake. I wince.

"Oi, stupid girl," Liam says and I sit up, snarling.

"Excuse me?" I snap and he grins, grabbing me by the shoulders and kissing me hard.

"I just wanted your attention," he murmurs against my mouth and despite myself I smile. I kiss him hard, biting his bottom lip and he hisses in pleasure, glaring at me as I get up and wink.

"And where do you think you're going?" He asks, watching me cross the room slowly. I shrug.

"I was thinking of either going in the shower or back to bed, I haven't quite made my mind up," I say lightly and he raises an eyebrow, smirking.

"Don't think for even a second that you're doing either without me," he says and I raise an eyebrow, smiling flirtily.

"Why Liam, I didn't expect anything less," I say lightly, pulling off my t-shirt and grinning at the look on his face as I disappear round the door. I hear him get up and run from the hall and giggling I run into my room, hiding behind the door as he bursts in. I grab him from behind and push him on the bed, pinning him down as he stares up at me in shock.

"I win," I say and he laughs as I press soft kisses and licks to his neck. He groans as I lick up from his collarbone to the hollow behind his ear.

"You really think you win?" He asks softly and before I know it I'm on my back and he's parading above me, grinning. I scowl playfully as he winks, kissing me softly. He deepens the kiss and I moan against his lips as he runs his hands up and down my bare skin, completely naked beneath him. I knot his hair in my fingers and my legs wrap around his waist as he presses against me, my breath catching between kisses.

"Ya naughty thing you," He growls and pulls off his t-shirt, kissing me hungrily as he skims his hands down my chest, squeezing my breasts and running his thumbs back and forth over my nipples as I gasp and moan. He traces his tongue along my jaw and down my neck, kissing the flesh until he reaches the hollow behind my ear and I almost convulse as he sinks his teeth there.

"Why won't you just admit it?" He growls in my ear as I cling to him, burying my face in his shoulder as I moan loudly, his hand having danced down my stomach and now his long fingers do a well practised circular movement. Admit what? Are you fucking shitting me? How can he expect a coherent answer at this time? I close my eyes tightly, biting my lip.

"You drive me crazy," Liam breathes, pulling down his shorts.

"I've never wanted anyone like I want you," His fingers pull away.

"I need you," He fills me slowly, gently and my back arches, his moan filling my ears as he kisses down the middle of my chest.

"I didn't think I'd need anyone," Liam pulls out and slips back in again, letting me feel his full length in a tortuously and deliciously slow rhythm. In, out, in, out. 

"You're beautiful and so infuriating all at once," he groans picking up his speed as I reel beneath him.

"Don't think I don't notice when your eyes darken, when a thought has crossed your mind that's pulling you down...

Don't think I don't notice when you look at me and your eyes widen and I see something more in your gaze...

Don't think I don't notice that sometimes in your eyes it's like you're screaming at me...