Inspiration [niall horan]

Chapter 9 - Bel [TEASER]

*******WARNING: THERE WILL BE A LITTLE SMUT AND THIS CHAPTER WILL BE A LITTLE AWKS BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT. I am not going to be too descriptive because I want to keep it at a PG-13 rating.******

I don't know what made me so bold, whether we had just been clubbing where Niall and I had danced, quite sexually might I add, or whether it was that I was almost pissed drunk.

He tasted sweet, like the martini he had had earlier. Oddly enough, he had ordered it like he was in a James Bond movie. Saying he wanted it, "Shaken, not stirred."

I kissed him fiercely, like my life depended on it, and after a minute, he kissed me back. He grinned into the kiss and he /lifted me up/ causing me to gasp in surprise.

Niall looked at me and his pupils were dialeted, "Bel. I need you."

I could only nod, as a combination of drunken lust and pure want for him washed through me.

He managed to carry me to the bedroom without any probelms and he shut the door with his foot. He walked over to the bed and set me down.

In that moment, I regretted wearing this really skanky dress because it was so revealing, but Niall definitely didn't seem to mind.

"So beautiful," He murmured, placing his hands on my waist before kissing me again.

Our hands roamed each other's bodies like we needed to make a map of them. His hands lifted the hem of my dress, but not before he pulled his shirt off.

I could only stare in awe at the beautifully toned muscles that made up the chest of Niall Horan. He then snaked his hands behind my back and unzipped my dress before sliding it off my shoulders and off me.

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