One Direction One Shots 2

Limo (Louis)

Louis rest his head back on the seat in annoyance as I massaged his thigh above his knee. He hated traffic. He had zero patience when it came to basically everything. No one had ever diagnosed him with A.D.D but someone should have. He could go from playing FIFA, to riffling through his CDs, to running in circles around the couch, to passed out in a chair all within the span of five minutes. 

The limo wasn’t moving an inch and I’d raised the partition between us and the driver just in case he decided to start commenting on the snail pace. I didn’t want the driver to hear him and think he was being rude to him. The Teen Awards had fed his hyperactive mind for several hours. It was nonstop and bright and the boys had performed a handful of songs to an extremely excited crowd. They’d swept their categories, winning everything. He was in a good mood that swiftly diminishing the longer it took for the limo to move. 

It was only the two of us, opting to ride alone to get some time together between the show and the after party. Louis exhaled through his nose and I knew the complaining was about to begin.

“Someone should be directing traffic. I mean this is fucking mental. We haven’t moved in an hour.”

“It’s been fifteen minutes, babe,” I corrected softly, he always exaggerated. 

“We have five miles to go and it’s already taken five million minutes to move a foot.” 

“That’s a lot of minutes.”

“I know,” he raised his head to look at me, a slight smirk touching his lips because he knew he was being dramatic. 

“Ya done?” 

“No. I’m hungry and all they have back here is peanuts.” 

I pouted playfully at him, bracing my hand on the back of the seat as I moved slowly, straddling his lap. He did good at keeping his scowl, his blue eyes staying on my face as I sat myself on his lap. 

“Poor baby,” I comforted as he nodded his head, blinking slowly as if he was this innocent little victim when I knew better. “I could always give you something to eat.” 

The smirk that touched his face was so devilish that it caused my arousal to leak slowly from my folds. The golden stubble on his face was nearly a week old and was softer than I expected as I ran my fingertip against it. His gorgeous hands, thick veined and strong, moved up my thighs, pushing my skirt to my waist before he gripped my sides and flipped me back to the seat along the side wall. I stretched my arms above my head and gripped to the other end, feeling the soft leather in my hands as his tucked into the sides of my underwear and slid them down my legs. 

He sank to his knees between my legs and I pushed my hand back into the soft haphazard quiff of his dark sandy blonde hair. He glared up at me and I knew before he even said it what he was about to complain about.

“Don’t mess up my hair,”

“Lou—,” I began to protest but he cut me off.

“We have the after party,” he groaned and I rolled my eyes at him. He was always such a diva about his hair. The only time I got to mess it up was at the end of the night and even then I think it irked him. I found it amusing as hell and did it most of the time just to mess with him. I moved my hand to his shoulder and gripped his black jumper. 

“Happy?” 

“Well you’ve already fucked it up,” he griped a little more playfully as I dropped my head back to the seat and growled at him in mock annoyance. 

He licked slowly up my wet slit as I dug my nails into the soft cashmere at his shoulder.

“I love how you have no qualms going in there with my juices on your lips but I can’t touch the hair,” I teased and I felt him smile between my legs. Looking up my body and cocking an eyebrow as his tongue made another pass against my heated skin. I raised my neck to look down at him, his canine teeth glistening as his lips pulled back over his teeth and his tongue flicked slowly against my clit. 

“Fuck, Lou. Stop teasing me,” I begged and his blue eyes glared at me. Never one to take instruction. I felt his fingertips tracing lightly against my opening as his tongue moved in slow circles against my swollen little bundle of nerves. When he was good and ready and I was unraveling and writhing in anticipation, he finally closed his mouth over my aching sex and dipped his tongue inside me, thrusting it into my walls and making my hand shoot to the back of his neck and hold him there as my hips rolled and bucked against his face.

Pulling his tongue slowly from my core and dragging it, warm and flat up to my clit. I raised my back off the cushions of the limo seat and bit my lips to suppress a drawn out moan. His tongue drove my clit in vicious clockwise circles while his fingers pressed deep inside me before his tongue switched direction in a slower pace only to switch back and continue with the fast drilling while his fingers kept pace.

“Oh shit, babes. Don’t stop, please. Fuck, don’t stop.” My thigh muscled convulsed and released, showing my first sign of my impending orgasm as he pushed the flat of his hand down against my stomach and pressed his body into the scorching kiss he was giving. He held my clit between his teeth and tapped the sensitive end with his tongue as I bucked violently and without thinking or giving a fuck, grabbed to the front of his hair in a tight fist.

“Ugh God, Louis,” my moan was far too loud but I couldn’t think to care as his fingers beckoned inside me and his tongue worked me over until I was shivering with my approaching release.

With no warning he wrapped his arms around my thighs and pressed me firmly to his mouth, giving me no space to move as his mouth did diligent and furious work on my tortured sex, his wet fingers pressing into the skin of my thigh as he pulled my orgasm from me as hard as he could.

“Fuck! Oh God! Oooooooh fuck, Lou.” My hand loosened in his hair as he placed me back down to the seat and kissed the skin under my naval before lightly sinking his teeth in, making my sensitive body gasp and contract.

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