In Other Words (Niall Fanfic)

Chapter Fifty-Three

Chapter Fifty-Three

Niall’s POV

“How’re ya liking the fry-up?” My dad said to Roxy, who took a moment to swallow her bite before answering.  “St. Stephen’s Day tradition in the Horan house.”

“Best one I’ve had.” She said, smiling in my direction.

“Ya cock it up one time, and this girl never lets ya live it down!” I said, knowing she intended her comment as a dig at the first (and last) time I attempted to make a traditional breakfast for her, which ultimately ended in her cooking up some pancakes to substitute for my terrible soda bread. “Anyway.” I said, taking a bite of sausage and pointing to her plate with my fork. “Ya haven’t touched your black pudding.”

She sipped her tea in silence, avoiding the steady gaze of my father. “I thought you said she was called Collins?” he said.

“I’m just more of a white kind of girl.” She said, sawing off the tiniest piece of the white pudding and popping it into her mouth. “Mmm.”

“You’ll come around.” He said, clearing his plate to the sink, which was beginning to overflow due to the various people that had found their way to the house this morning, knowing Bobby’d be frying. The various family members that now sat around on the couches, tuned into the tele.

“Oi ya wanna help Da with the washing?” I yelled in their direction. “Ya lazy lot!”

“A couple more days here and I won’t be able to understand a word you’re saying.” Roxy said, taking a plate from the stack at the side of the sink and scraping it off into the bin. The sweatpants she was wearing were too big, and she had them rolled at the hips. She was absolutely shapeless in them, but I knew all of her curves by memory.

Time for a refresher.

“They’ll come clean the kitchen at the next advertisement break.” I said. “Come help me find something to wear.” She was reluctant to leave the mess, but my unusual request has her interest piqued. We climbed the stairs, and she took her sweet time. I wasn’t entirely sure if she did it on purpose. It would not surprise me.

Finally, I closed my bedroom door behind me, and we were alone.  I looked around my old room briefly before turning on my old stereo and spinning the dial. Anything but Christmas music, I thought.  I landed on a pop station, but then moved over to classic rock, hoping to avoid having one of my songs filter through the airwaves.

“I thought you needed my assistance in dressing?” she said.

“Undressing.” I replied.

“You’re only wearing boxers.” She smiled.

“I’m on holiday.” I said.

“Ni, all those people downstairs…” she started, as ran my index finger along the waist of her loose pants. She didn’t pull away.  The situation wasn’t ideal, but it had been days since I’d had her, so I didn’t really care.

“That’s why I turned on the radio.” I explained.

“Oh.” She said. “Did that fool anyone when you were sixteen?”

“Nah.” I said, tugging at her drawstrings. “Come on, love.” I whispered, my lips grazing her ear. “Let me have a taste.”

“Just a taste?” she asked.

I knelt down in front of her and tugged gently at the fabric at the side of her thighs, the sweats falling quickly to the floor as she stood exposed in front of me. I quickly kissed her tiny mound, and looked up to find her eyes trained on the ceiling, and her cheeks flushed, either from embarrassment or excitement.  Probably a mix of both.

I could smell the soap on her freshly washed skin as I thumbed the point where her lips met, knowing the sweetness that lay just behind them. Her fingers were in my hair now, her nails gently scraping my scalp, making me even more eager. I grasped the back of her thighs as I parted her with my tongue, dipping into her warmth slowly; easily finding the spot.

A small moan left her lips.

“Shh.” I managed, my mouth not leaving her.

Her knees began to shake as I plunged deeper, my index finger aiding my pursuit. My other hand pulled the pants from around her ankles and flung them to the side, and I pushed her knees apart slightly, granting me further access. My fingers glided easily inside her, and I watched her struggle a moment before getting to my feet and guiding her backward toward the bed as I continued to work my fingers within her. She sat at the edge and laid back as I brought her feet to the mattress.

She didn’t say a word.

“Can you keep quiet?” I said, freeing myself from my boxers with my unoccupied hand.  She nodded. I slowly removed my fingers, her hips rising to follow them and I paused at her entrance, pressing my tip against her swollen clit as her eyes flashed with anticipation. She pulled the pillow over her face, but I quickly removed it and instead lifted up on her knees and tucked it beneath her body, putting her in a position I knew would allow me to sink into her as deep as I possibly could.

“You know I’ve got to watch.” I said as her hand flew up to cover her mouth as I eased into her, inch by inch.  Her eyes rolled backward as she let out the breath she had been holding, her sounds muffled by her cupped hand. I felt her every single twitch as she adjusted to my presence.

 I settled into a slow and steady rhythm, my thumb making anti-clockwise circles as I studied her. Her fingers gripped the sheets, frantically tugging as I watched her stomach tighten as her walls gripped me hard, pulling me deeper yet.

“Oh fuck, Niall.” She gasped loudly, and I quickly clamped my own hand over her mouth. Her hips began to rise and sway, mimicking my movements, each of my thrusts being met with her own. I pulled hand back from her face, but she quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled it back.

“Oh.” I said. “You like that.”

Her breath was hot on the inside of my hand, and I felt her occasionally mutter things against my skin. I always loved to listen to her as we fucked, the moans and random curse words adding fuel to my desire.  There was something strangely erotic about the fact that she was continuing on in her normal fashion, but I wasn’t able to hear any of it. But I could feel it.

Suddenly, she was silent beneath my hand, and I knew she was close. I looked down at our bodies connecting. “You gonna cum for me?” I asked, removing my hand so that she could give a proper answer.

“That’s. Up to you.” She replied breathlessly.

“Fine.” I muttered, replacing my hand over her mouth, covering the cheeky smile that had suddenly appeared there. I pulled out almost completely and paused before quickly burying myself to the hilt, Roxy clawing at my arms as her eyes rolled back once more. I picked up the tempo, taking my cues from the rise in her hips until her fingertips dug into the mattress at her side and I felt her contract around me hard and fast.  The waves of her orgasm were enough to send me over the edge, a few rogue curses leaving my lips without benefit of a hand to muffle them.

Her eyelids fluttered shut as she rode out her high, and I watched as she slowly came down. Her chest began to rise and fall at a slower rate; she licked her lips, which had gone dry due to her hurried breathing. I pulled out from her slowly, but her knees snapped together quickly, catching my hips between them. “Don’t go yet.” She murmured.

I brushed a bit of hair from her face as pressed back into her; a slightly uncomfortable task. She held me there for a minute or so, before letting her knees fall away, releasing me. I lay down beside her and pulled the sheet around our lower halves, the urge to sleep overtaking me quickly.

“Just a little post-breakfast nap.” I mumbled, the sounds of The Eagles still coming through my old speakers.