One Direction One Shots 3

Smokey Desires (Part 2) (Zarry Threesome)

Zayn pushes my front into the counter of VIP’s private bar. It’s a bit less crowed up here then it was on the dance floor. I release a heavy breath as Zayn’s lips press to the back of my neck, “I think we better get you that drink at my place. What do you think Haz?” Harry rests against the bar, one hand gripping the small of my back. His fingertips dance there for a moment. My eyes meet his, waiting for his answer. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he nods.

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Zayn pushed my body full force against the wall of whosoever bedroom we where in. I didn’t care to ask. His lips left an assault across my tender skin. His teeth nibbled harder on my neck, leaving his mark on me.

“You like this don’t you?” He growled the words deep into my ear. The only audible sound I can manage is a whimper. My hand instinctively wraps around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Zayn’s body thrusts into me, pinning me back up against the wall.

“Zayn! What the fuck?! What happened to waiting til I came back with the drinks?” Both of Harry’s hands are full as he comes into the bedroom.

“Fuck the drinks.” The words spit quickly out of my mouth. I myself am shocked I got the harsh words out. Both Harry and Zayn stand awestruck, their eyes scanning my body entirely. This was not the same girl who was helplessly under their spell in the club, this was a new me. “Are you two going to fuck me? Or am I going to have to do it myself?” My words are serious, these boys had already shocked me, now it was my turn. “Sit down,” I command, they scramble to a couple desk chairs. “Now, we are going to play a little game.” They nod, consumed. “The first one to touch me, doesn’t get an extra special reward, got it?”

I find my voice, feeling in control for the first time since we’ve met. The boys dazedly nod their heads as I step away from them, tucking my fingertips into the straps of my dress. Letting them slide just a bit from my shoulders, I turn away from them, exposing my back.

“Now, which one wants to help me with this zipper?” I raise an eyebrow, turning just my head towards them. They both stammer in place, both wanting to touch me, but both not wanting to be the first to break. I bite my lip and reach my hand around, gently gripping the tab of my zipper. I make eye contact with Zayn first, he’s got his poker face on, trying to hide how badly I am making him crumble at my feet. Harry is hiding it much worse, but it might just be his angelic face that gives his emotions away. I keep eye contact with Zayn now, wanting to break him. The zipper peels down my back. Zayn’s eyes flicker as more and more of my skin is revealed. As he fully transcends into a enchantment, a trance my body has over him, he licks his lips. The straps of my dress fall away completely and I let the rest of my dress slide down my body to pool at my feet. The boys already know I wasn’t wearing panties, yet it still seemed to shock their systems as I suddenly stood bare and fully naked in front of them. Their eyes dig at me like hungry wolves.

My dainty hands run over my skin, toying with not only myself but them. I cup my breasts eying each boy as they continue to look at me with hunger. My fingers clasp at my nipples, rubbing them gently. One hand trails down the rest of my body. Up and down. Fingertips whisper across my skin, igniting it with fire. I back even further away from Harry and Zayn, bringing myself to the foot of the bed. I get on my hands and knees, crawling to the head of the bed, giving them a quick show. Lying on my back, I prop myself up on some snug pillows, continuing to drag my hands along my body. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I hear clanking in the corner where the boys are, both of them now pulling up their chairs to the foot of the bed. Flashing a victorious smile, I know it’s me alone who has all of their attention.

I have yet to spread my legs, instead focusing on my hardening nipples, pulling on them, naturally making my back arch at the sensation. For the final time, my hand trails down my torso, dipping between my legs as I spread them. I’m so wet I am sure I feel a bit of my juices already leak out of me. My middle and index finger work together, swiping my sensitive area. My clit is throbbing and hard. I bite my lip at the simple contact, my eyes finally tearing away from the ceiling to look between my legs. There are Harry and Zayn, sitting in their chairs as they carefully watch me. Through the dim lighting Harry’s green gems and Zayn’s golden halos burn straight through. They are wearing less clothing now, having lost it at some point during my escapades. I rub myself with more intention this time, my eyes shutting momentarily before I remember I want to watch the boys watch me. The sight of both of them between my legs is enough to get me off.

I hear the ruffling of belts, knowing that if the boys aren’t allowed to touch me, they will at least touch themselves. First is Zayn, he grips himself deliberately pulling on himself like sweet taffy. Harry forces himself free next. Keeping his eye contact with my slow moving fingers, he mimics the movement, rubbing his fingers on the tip of his head. I speedup, as does he. I move my gaze back to Zayn, his eyes are captivated by mine, full of need, and I wonder how long he will play by the rules before he has to break them.

My fingers move a bit faster, my other hand pulling and playing with my nipples. Soon my breath seems to leave my body quicker than I can catch it. My fingers rub the spot faster and faster as I watch Harry and Zayn mimic the speed. Two boys, two hot and attractive men getting themselves off to the sight of me. I feel powerful. The sensation over comes me unexpectedly. I grip a pillow from behind my head, threatening to tear it to pieces. The pillow buries my screams as my fingers bring me over the edge, throwing me into a sea of pleasure. It feels as through my body levitates from the mattress. I open my eyes, my cheeks glowing brilliantly red. I just make out the figure diving between my legs, matched with his growl of frustration. I feel his tongue on me before I even know who it is, someone has lost the game.

“So sweet,” he mumbles against me. My fingers curl into his long curls, pulling him harder against me. “But baby, we aren’t done with you yet,” he adds as he pulls his mouth away from my dripping center. Zayn joins Harry now, between my legs, tucking his fingers inside me. He brings one finger to his own mouth, sucking it clean. The other, he glides across Harry’s lips, soaking them. Harry stands, making his way towards me. His lips still glisten with my juices as he brings them to mine. The kiss is sweet, tasting myself on him. Pulling his lips away from me, only a whisper away, he tauntingly speaks words, “And Zayn still need to get his special reward.”

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