Five
Your insides still felt knotted up the next day. The group had to do a team work activity that left you up close and personal with everyone, locking your arms with each other’s and trying to find a way out and in a perfect circle.
Somehow, for most of the time, Niall’s front was pressed against your back. The jostling and squirming had his sweaty body rubbing against yours. You couldn’t help but press your ass against his hardening erection, rubbing it teasingly and giggling as you heard his breath come in hot shallow gasps. His lips pressed against your neck as he whispered how much of a bad girl you were being as he ground his length against you and you met his movements with your hips, harder. The feel of his gym shorts and your shorts separating the two of you from what you both actually wanted. You bit your lip, suppressing a shudder as you were abruptly yanked away from him, twisting and ducking to unscramble your arms.
Your face was flushed and your breathing was scattered as you wanted to feel him more. You needed him inside you already. Weeks of this long tease was starting to mess with your head and leave you constantly sexually frustrated.
That night, there was a group over nighter in the woods with the oldest groups. You were tasked with helping set up the tents and make sure the supplies were where they needed to be after a long day of hiking to the camp grounds further in the woods.
You ignored Niall the whole day. You were annoyed with him beyond comprehension because of the state of pure frustration he consistently left you in. He tried to catch your eye a few times from across the camp fire but you ignore him, opting to talk to the other people around you. Any one but the smirking blue eyed boy with the damn guitar singing silly things.
Finally you had enough, deciding to go find your tent and turn in for the night. Who knows, maybe you could help yourself out before the other girls came into the tent to go to sleep with you.
As you trudged slowly through the trees towards the tents, you felt hands grab your waist, pulling you off of the path and into the deeper part of the woods. You inhaled Niall’s scent as he turned you around and pressed your back against a tree, his eyes a light as he took you in.
"What are you doing?" you asked him and he shushed you with his hand over your mouth, holding you tight as he looked back towards the fire in the distance, hearing no change in the light laughter and rumble of conversation.
"You think you weren’t going to get punished for what you were doing to me earlier today?" he growled in your ear, bringing his lips to your ear lobe and sucking lightly before biting it. You squeaked at the surprising pain. He gripped your hip tighter with his other hand, making you squirm. "No noises, my bad girl."
You nodded against his hand as he brought his lips to your neck, licking it and sucking it as be moved his hand from your mouth to the hem of your shirt, creeping under it and cupping your breasts through your bra. You let out a low moan as he moved your bra up, freeing your breasts and squeezing your nipple tightly. He smirked as you whimpered his name and brought his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. He spread your legs apart with his knees roughly and ground his length against you.
"You want me baby?" he growled lowly and you nodded, breathless as he raised your shirt up further, licking your breast. He squeezed it firmly, biting the nipple. "I can’t hear you."
"Yes-fuck yes," you whispered desperately and he soothed the sensitive nub, sucking on it before going to the next and teasing it with his mouth, making you wetter than you could ever imagine. His hand dipped down to the waistband of your shorts, scratching your soft skin lightly before running his hand up your thighs as he dropped your shirt down and latched his lips onto your neck, sucking roughly.
His fingers skimmed your damp panties, his breath ragged as he was pressed against you.
"You’re so fucking wet for me." he moved them aside, slowly rubbing his fingers along your slit, barely touching you. You whimpered as he moved to press his forehead against yours, studying your face as he plunged his fingers into your heat suddenly. He moved his thumb over your clit as he pressed you against the tree, pumping in and out of you. You bit back moans that threatened to escape your lips and he smirked, watching you come undone at his touch. "You tease me so fucking much. It drives me insane. When are you going to be a good girl?"
"N-never," you allowed yourself to moan softly and his grin grew wicked before he took your bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it roughly before kissing you hard, his other hand gripping your ass tight enough to possibly leave marks as he continued to move his fingers in your heat. You gasped as you felt your peak nearing, your toes clenching in your sneakers and your breaths becoming shallow.
"Well then, you are just going to have to learn the hard way," he growled before removing his fingers away from your heat abruptly, turning you around so that your stomach was pressed against the tree and he landed a hard smack onto your ass. You called out and he clamped a hand over your mouth, landing a harder smack. Then another and another. Tears stung your eyes as he pressed his length against your sore ass, moving your shirt collar aside and biting your collar hard, sucking a hard mark onto your skin. "Good girls can come. Bad girls aren’t allowed."
Then he was gone.
Your knees shook as you gripped the tree, trying to calm your breathing. Your body was shaking as you tried to compose yourself.
Fucking Niall Horan. You were so damn close to coming and he denied you it. You balled your hands into fists, muttering curse words under your breath directed towards him. You were beyond frustrated at the loss of the pleasure you were so damn close to reaching.
By the time you managed to walk back to your tent after fixing your clothing and hair, you found the other girls already in there smiling and chatting. There was no way you could finish what Niall started in you and you huffed angrily as you kicked off your shoes and slid into your sleeping bag, imagining creative ways to get him back tomorrow.
He was going to pay for this, you vowed as you drifted off to a fitful sleep.
