One Direction One Shots 2

Sweet Tension (Niall)

I woke up slowly. I had dreamt of nothing but Niall and the feel of him inside me. I was aware of a coolness against my body and I had no idea what it was. My wrists and ankles were held immobile. Something brushed over my thigh and my eyes snapped open.

Then I began to panic.

My wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts so that I lay in an exposed X. I was still naked and the covers had been pulled off the bed.

Something moved in the corner of my vision. He walked slowly to the foot of the bed and stared at me, wearing only his boxers. For the millionth time since I’d known him, I marveled at his amazing body. My eyes flicked first to his arms, then chest, and finally settled on his glorious face. How could someone so perfect want me?

Licking his lips slowly, he climbed onto the bed. Immediately, my heart began to thud so loudly I was surprised that he couldn’t hear it. Silently, he stopped between my spread legs. I tried to close them but they were held firmly by the rope. It wasn’t that I was afraid of Niall but that I lay so exposed before his eyes. I was aware of every inch of my naked skin.

Suddenly, he flashed me a grin, laying his hands lightly on my thighs. My breath hitched.

“W-what are you d-d-doing?” I stammered.

His smile never faltered. “I intend to pleasure you for hours,” he said lowly. He trailed his fingers absently up my thigh, so close my now slick sex. My hips bucked up to meet his hand and he chuckled. To my disappointment, he stood up off the bed and went into the kitchen. I know his affection for food, but how could he think about eating at a time like this?

Then he returned, holding a small, clear, plastic box in his hand.

“Do you know what this is, babe?” he asked conversationally, holding up the box with what looked like fruit inside.

“Strawberries?” Now I was confused. What the hell was he going to do – feed me? I wasn’t even sure I could eat anything at the moment.

“Very good.” He moved closer to me, sitting on the bed. It tipped slightly under his weight. Holding the box in his lap, he slowly reached out and played with my nipple. I gasped and arched slightly. Getting the reaction he wanted, he removed his hand. I growled in irritation – I could tell he was going to be very frustrating today.

“Now,” he began, “what would one do with a box of ripe strawberries and a very willing, beautiful woman spread out on my bed?”

Immediately, I thought of so many possibilities that it took me a few seconds to speak. “Beautiful?” I said skeptically. Did he really think I was that beautiful? Maybe he was just trying to make me feel better about being in this situation in the first place. “And who says I’m willing?” I demanded, a little crankily.

He sighed and ran his fingers down my side, caressing me. I moaned, and then bit my lip to keep from embarrassing myself further.

“Aren’t you enjoying the way I touch your perfect body, the way it feels when I kiss your body?”

As he said this, his hot mouth descended on my nipple. I arched sharply into his mouth, struggling in my bonds. Damn these ropes! Pulling away, he acted as if nothing had happened. Cursing under my breath, I focused on breathing evenly again. The wetness on my breast was now cooling and I shivered.

“You still haven’t answered me, babe,” he said calmly. I wish I could just push him onto the bed and make him cry out my name. But I was held securely. Stupid ropes.

 ”Maybe I should give you a hint.” He continued as he laid beside me on his side, facing me with the box between our bodies. “It involves me licking your body.”