Zayn's Maid

Chapter 11

Perrie's P.O.V

He dropped his fork in the bowl appreciatively, licking a bit of cheese from the corner of his mouth.

"Thanks," he said, surprising me by his politeness.

I expected him to pull me onto the table and do something seriously perverted or sexual to me, but I wasn't disappointed...more like relieved. I couldn't keep up with his sudden sly comments or actions.

"Your welcome," I sighed, picking up the bowls and squirting fairy liquid all over them.

He made me jump, his head resting on my shoulder and peering down to see what I was up to. I cleared my throat and he grinned at me, nudging me out the road with his hip.

"I'll do it," he said, dipping his hands in the water. He was wrinkling up like a prune as it was.

"Excuse me," I cried," who's the maid in this house?"

I nudged him back and carried on with the washing, Zayn placing his hands on his hips.

"What? You think I can't do it?"

I raised my eyebrow at him, actions speak louder than words.

"Do I really need to answer that question?"

He pouted and whipped my bum with a tea towel, pulling me away by my hips.

"I'll prove you wrong," he declared, determined to clean the bowls better than me.

"Zayn would you just-"

We tugged at either end of the wet cloth, arguing who would take over.

He caught my wrists and pushed me against the worktop, breathing heavily after out wrestling match.

His breath tickled my lips, making my body shake with nerves or possibly excitement. My heart pounded in my chest, wondering what he would do next. He was so unpredictable yet I always knew where he was going with things, meaning I could play along.

He licked my ear, pulling at my lobe with his perfect white teeth. His hands reached up to my waist, lifting me onto his marble island and pulling my legs open. I tried to pull away but he pressed down on my thighs until I couldn't move, holding me down.

"Move closer go me," he ordered.

I swallowed a huge lump in my throat and shimmied towards his crotch which was distracting me through his rather revealing towel. He kissed the love bite he had left on my neck, sucking at it gently.

"You can't get enough can you?" I scowled.

"I can't get enough of you," he said through his sucking, a tiny laugh popping out of him.

His laugh was surprisingly cute, making him sound almost childish. I found my hands sliding up his chest and draping round his neck, pushing him against my jaw line where his lips made my skin tingle. He groaned and licked me again, his bulge growing bigger.

"Fuck," he breathed, pushing away from me.

I struggled to keep my laughter in as he bolted up the stairs, allowing me to release my hilarity.

"You...got...a," I breathed, through my tears.

"It's not funny!" he called from up stairs," look what you've done to me!"

I was rolling around on the marble island when he eventually reappeared, his boner completely gone.

" I can't believe you got a-"

"Don't!" he wailed, pouting like a baby, "it's all your fault."

I laughed harder, my mascara running down my cheeks.

"Oh I'm sorry I was doing my job so well," I said.

"Your doing it too well," he cried, ticking my belly as my t-shirt started riding up.

I squealed and pushed him away, yanking his towel down to his ankles and bolting up the stairs. It felt good to let my hair down for a change, I hadn't laughed this much in years.