Dangerously Seductive (a Zayn Malik fanfiction).

Chapter 13

I gathered up a couple drinks and snacks to bring back to my room. I was rather proud of myself for balancing each item in my small hands, not dropping one thing. I placed it all on my bedside table, grabbing a beer for Zayn.

"Hello gorgeous." He smiled as I walked over to hand him the desired beverage.

"You've saved me quite a bit you know." I spoke straddling his waist. He was sat on the edge of the bed making it a bit harder to balance myself. He must've noticed my struggle, because he scooted back taking me along with him.

"Seems to be a theme of ours." He laughed. I couldn't help but smile at our odd situation.

The comfort of Zayn's hands running up and down my sides soothed me as I began to pepper kisses along his jawline. A hum of appreciation came from Zayn as I locked my fingers in his dark hair. My free hand roamed down Zayn's stomach, feeling over the muscles I was beginning to know so well. My hand quickly left his hair to assist the other one in lifting his shirt over his head. My lack of experience was apparent as I struggled to undo his tricky belt.

"What are you doing love?"

"Let me." I whispered, finally pulling the leather accessory from his hips. The thick fabric of his jeans were much easier to undo without the added buckle of the belt.

My hand resumed the travel, shakily stopping just before his boxers. I looked up to Zayn to see his eyes squeezed shut dying of anticipation.

I finally proceeded and curiously reached in. His apparent bulge hardened dramatically with my touch. It was much larger than my hand could fit.

A deep moan sounded from Zayn as I attempted to take hold of his length in my hand. I felt quite lost, unsure of how he wanted to be touched. I was uncertain in anything of this intimacy, and being with Zayn who clearly had experience was intimidating.

None the less I tried to pleasure him, somewhat intrigued at how helpless he seemed under touch.

The gentle rock of Zayn's hips aided in showing me how to pleasure him. I continued the motion, pumping slowly within the confines of his boxers. His head rolled back as my pace quickened, matching the rhythm of his hips to my touch. His hand fell over mine, slowing down my actions. I complied and urged his hand away, giving me the chance to do it on my own. His muscles began to tense as my pace once again quickened. . His lips reached my neck, placing small kisses in various spots. I pushed him away, and led my own trail of kisses down his neck. I wanted too feel in control instead of the other way around.

His head rolled back as muffled moans along with my name toppled out of his mouth. I kissed just below his ear, causing a loud moan to erupt from Zayn. My eyes widened at how much he enjoyed the feeling. I quickly placed my lips over the spot causing Zayn to once again thrive in pleasure. He seemed a bit surprised his self at my new discovery of his sweet spot.

A wet heat began to pool as Zayn reached his high. I slowly withdrew my touch, and watched him live out the brief state of vulnerability.

When he was recovered and the dark shade of lust uncoated his eyes I un-straddled his lap.

We sat in a moment of silence, giving Zayn the chance to collect his breath.

"You can have a shower if you like."

Zayn quietly shook his head and made his way over to the restroom. My eyes watched the contraction of his back muscles with each stride he took. I was momentarily mesmerized by his being, breath taken by the fact that by an incredibly odd string of events had led me to this moment. Zayn had seen me in my most euphoric state, a moment I had only shared with Zayn. And I had seen him the same. Though I knew many others had been the witness of Zayn's sexual encounters, I doubted anyone had taken the time to notice how he liked to be touched. Other woman aimed to be pleasured, whilst I was curious to find out what caused him to reach his high. My attentiveness to his weak spots was something I was sure he wasn't use to.

I listened to the running water for moment before I remembered seeing a gym bag in Zayn's car. I didn't think he would want to wear the jeans or now dirty boxers, so I searched his pockets for the keys and made my way to the oversized range rover.

The bag was rather heavy, but I managed to carry it all way to my room. I dropped it off in front of the bathroom door, waiting for Zayn to finish showering. In the mean time I decided to change in to some pajama shorts and a simple tank top.

Luckily whilst Zayn was occupied in the shower I had something to snack on. Eating always seem to pass the time.

But before I could devour the entire bowl of popcorn I heard the water shut off through the old wooden door. My feet patted across the carpet, stopping right infront of the gym bag.

"I brought in your gym bag. I thought you might have a spare change of clothes in there." I informed him through the wooden barrier.

"Thanks." The door swung open revealing a fully naked Zayn. My eyes grew wide as I peered at his bare body. His smile grew with my embarrassment. Zayn reached down for his bag, lifting it with ease, before once again closing the bathroom door.

I sat in the bed astonished by his bold and unashamed actions.

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