Be My Mascot

Chapter 39

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Chapter 39

Bailey's POV

A groan emits from my mouth when my brain begins to wake up. I keep my eyes closed while stretching my arms out to the sides. I immediately pause my actions when I touch skin. My eyelids shoot open to see that I've practically whacked Niall. My body is sprawled out on top of his unclothed chest. . . or body, I guess.

"Mmm," Niall moans in his sleep.

"Sorry," I apologize in a soft whisper. I turn over, rolling off of his body and on to the mattress. I look down and notice that I'm not clothed either. The events of last night replay in my mind. The feeling of Niall inside of me was thrilling. It was painful, yes, but I will never forget it. The sound of him saying my name mixed with moans is built into my mind. He looked like an angel when he hovered over me. His skin seemed to glisten with little droplets of sweat beading along his hairline.

My heart warms when I think back to the first few minutes. The thick pain had become almost overbearing and I had screwed my eyes shut. Salty tears had escaped my eyelid, cascading down my cheek. I tried to dry them away myself before he saw, but Niall caught me. He had wiped away the tears and repeatedly told me he was sorry. Niall almost stopped then, not wanting to cause further pain. I begged him not to, wanting him to go even faster. It took a few tries, but finally he thrusted back inside me and I screamed. I actually screamed. The feeling was indescribable. After the discomfort went away, pleasure took over. It was mind blowing to say the least.

Multiple times during the night I almost come undone, but he told me to wait and that he was almost there, too. We waited a few more seconds before he rasped out, "Fuck, Bailey," and we rode out our highs together. I had whimpered once he slowly pulled out of me. Niall collapsed at my side and we regained our breath.

He had disposed of the condom and came back into bed, tugging on a pair of navy boxers. I didn't have any energy left in me to get dressed. He left me breathless.

An arm snaked around my exposed waist, and I was tugged into the body behind me. A kiss was planted on my head.

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I try to fall back asleep but I'm unsuccessful. I unravel myself from the confines of Niall. I pick up my panties and bra from where they were carelessly thrown last night.

They're tossed in my little washing basket, and I walk into the closet to find a new set of clothes. I dress in leggings and a light sweater since the weather still seems to be warm. I check the time on the clock and my eyes widen. We slept in until one-thirty in the afternoon. That's a new record for me.

In his sleep, Niall has rolled over on to his front, clutching the pillow I was using. His hair is tousled, and I can't help but stare for a few moments.

I'm interrupted by my phone buzzing on the bed stand. It's rather loud and I rush over to it, making the noise stop so it doesn't wake him up. Fortunately, when I glance over at him, he's still lightly breathing.

The screen is still lit up, and the ring tone is faintly playing. I click answer and hold the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" I whisper, looking at Niall one last time before slipping outside into the hallway.

"Hey, Bailey!" Aubrey's voice chirps from the other line.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask.

"I was hoping we could hang out today?"

"Yeah, sure!"

"How about we meet up at my dorm? I'm just walking back from the café right now. I needed some coffee before I turned into a zombie."