I'd Rather Jump In Your Bones (George Daniel)

Playing with the Air, Breathing in Your Hair

The front door of your apartment unlocks and you hear two large footsteps. A gust of air brought with it the familiar yet uncommon smell of George's aftershave. You jump from the couch as you hear him shout your name.

You run to the front door and hug his tall form from behind. His laugh rumbles through his back as he brings you to his front and hugs you back. He holds your face in his hands after adjusting the snapback on his head to lean down to kiss your lips. You snuff out through your nose in happiness as your lips move in sync with his. You pull back and smile at him before smacking his chest and playing angry.

"Where were you? You didn't answer any of my texts!" You huff. George smiled nervously as he answers, "erm, I was driving down after finishing some business stuff with the boys."

The look on your face must've told George that you were skeptical but you grab his hand and lead him to the sofa anyway. You throw him down on it and climb on top of him so you are straddling him. He instantly wraps his hands around your waist and brings you closer to his chest.

You go in to kiss him again, your body missing his too much to keep talking, but your forehead bumps his hat. You reach up to take it off but his hand flies up and forces the hat on his head.

"What the - George? I can't kiss you properly when you have that hat on." You whine. George shrugs his shoulders while answering, "look, y/n, it's fine. I want to keep it on."

Your eyebrows furrow together because his behaviour regarding his hat is odd. You suddenly kiss him fiercely and his hands move to your waist again. The kiss was a good distraction for his hat to slip up as you quickly throw it off.

George retracts from the kiss and throws you to the side so quickly that you're left dizzy. Before he puts the hat back on, you quickly grab it from his hands and throw it out into the hallway. Looking smug, you turn to George who is glaring at you and covering his head with his arms.

"George, seriously, what the fuck is all of this about? It's just a hat! What's wrong with your head?" You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. You watch as George opens his mouth to retaliate but it shuts and instead he huffs out before slowly moving his arms from his head.

Your eyes widen but a pool of heat forms at the bottom of your stomach. Your cheeks flush lightly at how quickly you became aroused at just his hair. George crosses his arms over his chest as he notices your reaction. You took your lip into your mouth and bite on it gently as you began fantasising about your hands in his hair.

"What? Why are you blushing?" George asked nervously. You smile lightly before crawling up to him and kissing his lips lightly, "because you look beautiful." This time it was George's turn to blush. You giggle at his face but tell him, "I'm fully aroused right now and just because of your haircut."

George runs his hand through his now short locks looking like the depiction of an ancient Greek sculpture. He smirks as he meets your lips again in a passionate kiss. He quickly strips you of your t-shirt and you do the same. Your tongues battle for dominance after his entered your mouth. Your hands instantly move to his hair and you grip lightly on the smaller locks.

The tug earns a slight grunt from George and you're encouraged by it so you pull slightly harder. He moans loudly and you can't help but moan back from having this kind of control over him.

You use your new power and gently tug his head away from your lips and angle his head up. You kiss and bite across his jaw and reach his ear. You lick along his ear and feel him shudder beneath you, something you hadn't done before as his longer hair was usually in the way.

You make your way down to his neck, shuffling your body a little but stopping as George sharply inhales. You realise that your core is against his hard on and you smirk up at him. You grind down on him a little and his hands tighten on your waist. You begin your attack on his neck and while marking him you grind against him lightly. He moans quietly as his breathing increases and you moan against his neck as his clothed cock rubs against your clit particularly harder than before.

George's hips buck up into your grinds and you have to stop your biting to tilt your head up to groan. George quickly captures your lips in a sloppy yet hot kiss.

You move back from the kiss when you feel his thrusts faltering and your core burning. You kiss down his neck and down his chest to his nipples. He might've mentioned to you once that he enjoys it when you play with his nipples. You circle your tongue around one as you take the other inbetween your fingers. George curses out as you bite and squeeze his nipples lightly, his hips bucking up again.

You knew he was almost at his end from the bucking, cursing and short breaths. You leave his nipples and kiss down his stomach, you reach his snail trail and look up at him as you lick down it. George mutters out a "fuck" as he looks down at your face inches away from his clothed dick.

You undo his jeans and begin pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock springs out and you notice the beads of precum already making their out of his tip. You look up at him as you near the tip of his cock.

"You dirty boy. So horny and I've not even touched you," you speak in a low voice, your warm breath hits his cock and he groans loudly at the sensation and your words. You hold the base of him while licking across his tip earning you a sharp inhale. You squeeze his base lightly and take his tip into your mouth. He curses at the sudden warmth and pressure and you begin pumping him as you bob your head to meet your fist.

You hollow your cheeks and look up at him. He looks wonderful; cheeks flushed, eyes closed and mouth open with little noises escaping his full pink lips.

You let go with a pop and remove your hand when you begin tasting beads of cum right before his orgasm. He groans at the loss but is quickly cut off as you lick along the vain on his cock. He tangles his hands in your hair after removing it from its bun.

You wrap your mouth around his head again and begin bobbing, your other hand pumping the rest of his long length. You loosen your jaw to take in more of him and so he can thrust into it.

You can tell he's almost there as he starts to fuck your mouth. You continue pumping as he thrusts up. "Fuck, y/n, like that. Shit, I'm about to-I'm going to," he can't finish and to really make him lose it, you suck hard. George shouts and climaxes as he lets go of his load. You take it all in, the salty sweet taste of him and his pleasure.

His shaking form finally calms down and you remove your mouth from his cock, wiping at the small bit of saliva and sperm which escaped your lips.

"Fucking hell, y/n. If you're gonna blow me like that I'm getting my hair cut more often." George speaks up. You laugh as you crawl up his body and kiss him. He instantly kisses you back and you can feel him becoming hard again as you tug on his hair during the kiss.

"You're like a horny dog, George!" You giggle but it's cut off with your scream as George lifts you up with him and begins walking with you on his shoulder. He kicks his jeans and boxers off as you shout out, "what the fu-!"

"We're not finished yet, baby girl. Now it's your turn," George's voice rumbles, you instantly become hot and bothered as he carries you into the bedroom.