Just Friends

Chapter 5

(Authors note: If you are against sexual material I suggest you skip over this chapter. Or, the whole story all together haha. But if not, enjoy:) comment and vote please!)

"What do you mean?" My voice was shaky.

"No need to be scared. Not yet, at least." Zayn smiled.

"I still have no idea what you are talking about."

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Um, no."

Zayn sighed in annoyance.

"Well, since I have to explain.. I find you very attractive and I was wondering if I could make you an offer."

"An offer?"

He nodded his head.

"Okay?"

He got up and started pacing back and forth, making me nervous.

"So, I don't know if you knew this, but Perrie and I are still together." He said.

"Wait what?" I instantly felt terrible. I had just danced, very provocatively, with somebody's boyfriend. "I though you two broke up."

"That's what we told the media. You know, to get more privacy."

"Oh."

"So you see, I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"Depends what it is." I whispered.

"I really like you, Megan. And I really miss Perrie. She is busy with Little Mix and won't be able to come visit me very often on tour. So, that's where I was hoping you would help out."

"I'm not following you."

He rubbed the back of his neck in frustration.

"I was hoping maybe you would be interested in being friends."

I laughed, confused.

"We already are, Zayn."

"Yes, I guess we are." He paused. "But I was thinking more friends with benefits."

I sat silently. Friends with benefits? With Zayn?

"Zayn, I don't know. I mean, I couldn't do that to Perrie. I don't know her personally but-"

"It wouldn't be like that. It's just sex. No emotions. Just sex."

Just sex.

"You could even see other people during. You could be theirs during the day, but mine during the night." He smirked.

I debated the idea. A relationship based purely on sex with Zayn? Every girls dream. But, it still wasn't right.

"I don't think I can do that." I said softly. Zayn looked baffled. I'm sure he wasn't used to getting told no.

He kept looking at me. He was standing in front of me now, looking at me with a fierce look. I was on edge, nervous about his reaction that was still yet to come. But, to my surprise, he smirked.

"What?" I asked. When he smirked, that meant that he was planning something.

"I guess I'm just going to have to convince you then."

Within seconds I was pinned down on the couch, his lips on mine. I tried to protest, but couldn't. His smell was intoxicating: a mix of cologne and cigarettes. His lips were soft yet eager against mine.

I was kissing back by now, and I couldn't help but weave my fingers into his hair. His lips left mine and landed on my neck. He nipped at the skin softly, earning a soft moan from me. He smirked into my skin.

"Need more time to think?" He murmured. I shook my head yes. He wasn't going to win me this easy.

"Then I guess I need to be a bit more persuasive." He growled in my ear. He put one hand on the side of my head and lifted himself up using one arm. He was looking down at me now, his eyes locked on mine. I felt his hand trailing up the inside of my thigh. I opened my mouth to protest but, he silenced me with a kiss. I felt his finger slowly slip in, making me gasp. He moved it in a circular motion until he hit a spot that made me gasp again.

"That's it." He whispered to himself. He placed his forehead on mine, his eyes were looking right into mine. I felt him start to move his finger in and out, making me whimper.

"Come on, baby."

I felt myself righted around him.

"Let go. Now." He ordered. And I did.

Zayn held me as I came down from my high. I was practically gasping for air after I was done. We laid there for a moment in silence.

"So, do we have a deal?"

"Yeah, we have a deal."