Bloom

Chapter- 36

Stella 

The weekend rolls around in no time, and I find myself getting for the party tonight. I still cannot assimilate the fact that we're going to the opening of one of Zayn's clubs. God, what does this guy not have? A massive bungalow, sex appeal, all the money in the world, and hands, tongue and a dick that create magic. Okay. That's where we draw the line. My brain often rambles on unnecessarily and needs to be instructed to shut up.

 "We're getting late Zayn." I shout as I put makeup on in front of the washroom mirror with Zayn at my tail, staring amusingly at me. He almost makes me blush with the look of adoration he has been passing me all night. 

"You're the late one, I am all ready." He shrugs, his posture leaning sideways along the doorframe, arms crossed, looking handsome as ever in a black shirt and slacks.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes, wishing I had started earlier, because makeup is so damn annoying. I secretly wish Maya was here to help when the mascara brush I'm using rolls over my eyebrow and stains my forehead. "Ughhhh!" I groan in immense frustration, it's the third time I have messed up this evening, so much for being on time.  

"You're still gorgeous. You know that, don't you?" Zayn walks to me from the door, locking his arms around my waist from behind. I smile at him in the mirror. He places a soft kiss at the back of my ear and seconds later he is sucking hard on it.

"We'll get late." I moan. His sucking trails down to my collar bones, with each lick and slurp leaving red splotches and turning me on exponentially. My head falls back on his shoulder, in return he only deepens his sucking.

"We cant do this- you have to stop." Soft chuckles breeze past my easy. "As if we aren't late enough already. "

"But I don't want to look like a slob in front of your mom." I whimper as his hands search all over my body.

Zayn slides his fingers from under my dress in my panties, rubbing in circles over me. "Who cares about what she thinks? Besides arriving fashionably is always appreciated by me." I squirm under the spell of his touch and it's hard not to get lured in when I'm dripping wet. 

He increases the pace as I shut my eyes, breathing heavily. "Do you want me stop? Cause you're making us late." Pushing both his finger up my entrance, he grunts. He is so fucking dirty and a tease. 

"No." I lose the ability to comprehend my surrounded, entirely lost to his fingers and my heart beating in tandem. The pleasure eats at me, I can't care less about a stupid party with Zayn's fingers inside me and me desperately chasing a release.

"Should I continue then?" I feel his hardness press into me in a rough thrust against my butt. And I think we are not going to make it to party anymore at all. 

"Mhmmm" My eyes are flutter rapidly, eyeballs rolling into oblivion and suddenly I'm transported to a different intensified universe, a place of pure lust and pleasure, only Zayn exists there. 

Groaning from his electric touch, I clutch the hem of my dress in my hands, stiffening. "You're going to come." Zayn reads my body like a book he has memorised with all his heart, word by word. My orgasm is on its verge, while Zayn's lips are still teasing the sensitive flesh of my neck.

"Do you think we should miss the party?" As ridiculous as it sounds, I would much rather have Zayn undo me in unimaginable ways. Damn the two hours it took to do my makeup. I want him to fuck me already, I ache for him to be inside me. The dress feels so heavy against my hard nipples, I need to get rid of it and have Zayn's palms and over me.

"Yes, if it means I get more from you." My breath is short, I can't help it, it's just how my body replies to his touch, in awe of wanting more. And his words don't help much if not make me ache  worse.