Forgotten

Ch 20

Zayn**

“WOOOOOO!! CHUG CHUG CHUG!” I heard Mark's voice ring out as I drunk down a whole bottle of Vodka. “Yeah Zayn!!” Everyone chanted as the room began to spin, I staggered a little before smiling sloppily and holding up the empty bottle.

Someone stumbled over to me and threw up on my shoes. They looked up at me frightened, “I'm so sorry bro”

I just took off my shoes, and flung my arm over their shoulder. “No sweat man! I have like three pairs of these!” The person under my arm laughed and walked away.

“Dude, this party is amazing.” Mark slurred, throwing his arm over my shoulder. “So my friend Rachel said she knows you! I was wondering how, because you're the famous Vain Zayn Malik! But apparently you took pictures with her at her job. But on to the point. She's here, and she's wasted!” He points to the familiar redhead on the couch, was she a redhead when I saw her the other day? Mark gives me a hardy shove, and I trip and fall into her lap.

“Zayn?” She looks at me and grins, her eyes lighting up.

“H-hey Rachel!” I slur smiling back, “You look pretty today.”

She had on a red v-neck t-shirt that fit her, because she had the tiniest boobs, and her hair was curled down her back.

“Thanks!” She beams. I stand up, and put my hand out for her to join me on the dance floor.

“Wanna dance Rachel?” I ask, and she grins taking my hand.

We step into the middle of the room, and dance along with other people. I pull her close to me, and she begins to grind on me. I lean down, and dip my head down to her neck, kissing it. I kiss slightly below her ear, and she moans letting me know it's her sweet spot. She turns around, and wraps her arm around my neck, she begins to grind her arse on my growing boner. I leaned down again and began kissing her sweet spot again, sucking on it slightly. We danced like this for what felt like hours, but turned out to be only 15 minutes, before she turned around and whispered in my ear.

“Let's go upstairs, yeah?” she said seductively, and I nodded taking her hand, leading us up to my room. She walked in first, and I closed the door behind me. I locked my lips with hers, and pushed her on the bed. My hands fly to pull off her shirt, and she helps me, quickly reconnecting our lips. My hands fly down to her pants, and I pull them off, along with her underwear as she arches her back allowing me to pull them off. I take off my pants and pull myself out of my boxers, not even bothering to take them off. I reach into my nightstand, and take out a condom. Ripping it out of the foil packet, I slip it on my throbbing erection.

“Ready babe?” I say to her, placing my tip at her entrance. She nods, and I thrust into her. A moan escapes her lips as her hands disappear in my hair. I place my left hand beside her head, and place my right hand on her hip, as I thrust inside of her. She moans, and drags her nails down my back.

I hear a banging at the door, and am grateful that I locked it.

“ZAYN! OPEN THIS DOOR!” Harry's voice yells from the other side. I ignore him, and thrust faster into Rachel as she moans without protest. “ZAYN!” He yells again

I turn us over, so she's laying on top of me and look at her, “Ride me” I say and she smiles, nodding. She rolls her hips on top of me, and lifts herself completely off of me, before slamming herself back down, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. God that's hot. She does this a few more times, and rides through her orgasm, and seconds later I spill into the condom. She rolls off of me and lays next to me.

“That was amazing,” she smiles, and I stand

“It was,” I say standing, and pulling on my clothes. “I'm gonna go get a drink. Get dressed”

She nods and dresses herself. I close the door and see Harry outside my door.

“Shut the party down Zayn, Niall's outside and needs to rest.”

I snort and walk away.

“I'm serious Zayn.”

I turn around, and I don't know if it was the alcohol or not, but I've never been so angry. I throw my fist into his jaw and growl,

“Fuck off. Take him to your place.”