Playing With Fire || z.m

"I don't drink beer."

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This next chapter has swearing and a sexual scene so only read if you are comfortable with that, I don’t want to offend anyone! x

ELLIE

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Zayn wants me to go to his house in two hours. What the fuck for? Zayn of all people. How did I not realise it was him? Well done, Ellie, you really do out-stupid yourself.

Unlocking my iPad, I type ‘Zayn’ into Google and his photo comes up straight away. I groan loudly and fling myself into the large leather arm chair in the lounge. Zayn bloody Malik.

I can’t go to his house. I just can’t.

I click onto his Wiki page and skim read information about his family, his childhood, his x factor experience and then my eyes fall on one important sentence: Zayn is in a relationship with Little Mix singer Perrie Edwards.

Bollocks.

That means I definitely can’t go round there. But I can’t be rude and just not turn up can I? But why does he want me to go round? What could make him want to spend time with me, average Ellie? Well I can at least just go and see what he wants, right?   

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I press the door bell and wait patiently. It feels like I’m waiting forever. Finally, the door slowly pulls open and Zayn stands to the side for me to enter.

“I just came round to tell you that I’m not coming round. Well, at least, I’m not staying. I just wanted to know why you wanted me to come round.” I gabble.

“You look nice.” Is all he says before he turns and walks into his large lounge.

That was the minus of the area that I live in, every house was different and sadly, my house was rather small and pokey! I had two bedrooms, a lounge, a dining room and a kitchen where as Zayn’s looked as though it had four or five bedrooms! I follow him into the lounge and perch on one of his sofas. He hands me a bottle of beer and flops onto the sofa next to me with a bottle for himself.

“Oh, I’m ok, thank you, I don’t drink beer.” I put the bottle onto the glass coffee table in front of me and look at him.

“You look sexy with your hair down.” He says before taking a swig of his beer.

“Stop.” I whisper.

“Stop what? I’m just being honest.” He shrugs.

“I know, Zayn, its very flattering and all but you have a girlfriend.” He takes another swig from his bottle, sits forward on the sofa and puts his beer on the table with a crash. He looks at me with anger in his eyes and I feel my self tense. What is he going to do? I’m in his house, nobody knows where I am, he could kill me and no one would know!

“Don’t talk about her. I don’t want to hear you speak about her.” And with that he leans over, placing his lips on mine.

I freeze. Zayn is kissing me. Zayn Malik from One Direction is kissing me, average Ellie. And he has a girlfriend. I put my hand to his chest and push gently, breaking our lips apart.

“Zayn…” I begin.

“Don’t even try to tell me you didn’t want that.” He growls, pecking my lips. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you.” He looks me straight in the eyes. I can’t say anything so he pecks me on the lips again. “Tell me.” He demands. “You can’t can you, because you know you want this.”

“I don’t want…” my eye lids flutter closed.

“You don’t want what?” He asks, kissing me again.

“I don’t want you to kiss me.” I lie, keeping my eyes shut. He’s so close; his hot breath on my face, the smell of his cologne mixed with cigarettes is rather sexy.

“Bullshit.” He breathes, slamming his lips into mine, our tongues fighting and he pushes me back onto the sofa so he’s on top of me. My hands have a mind of their own wandering all over his body. He suddenly sits up.

“Take your clothes off.” He yanks his white t-shirt over his head revealing his toned, tattooed chest, dropping it onto the floor.

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“Shut up and take your clothes off.” He snaps. I look at him in amazement. Did he really just speak to me like that? I stand up and do exactly as he tells me. I like him being controlling. Something about his aggression turns me on.

“You listened when I told you to wear something nice then.” He smiles, looking me up and down as I stand in front of him in my lacy black underwear. I can’t help but feel self conscious. “Lay down.” Again, I do as I am told, laying on the sofa and Zayn climbs on top of me again, this time it’s his turn for his hands to wander. My skin prickles under his warm touch, my heart beating wildly in my chest. He kisses me passionately, grabbing my boobs and pushes his hard cock against my aching clit.

“Are you wet for me baby?” He asks between placing small kisses on my lips. Before I answer he shoves his hand in my underwear, feeling for what he wants. “Good girl.” He mutters as he slides my knickers off and pulls my legs open. I feel so exposed as he looks at my private parts. “Beautiful.” He whispers, as he begins nibbling on my clit making me squirm underneath him. “You like that, huh?”

“Zayn.” I gasp his name as his tongue explores my private area, God he knows what he’s doing! All of a sudden he pulls away and stands up, pulling his boxers down, sliding a condom over his length and positions himself on top of me again.

“Ready?” But without waiting for an answer he shoves himself into me. I gasp as I adjust to the size of him and he begins thrusting.