Inked

Love, Lust, and Lube

Chapter 9:

"Li, Liam." He pants in between our hot and steamy kisses, our only clothes are boxers rubbing against each other. "Liam wait." He stops me from kissing him again by turning his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask, worried I've done something wrong.

"I'm really glad that this is happening... Really, I am, but this is... Really new... To me... And I don't want to screw it up. I'm scared." He admits, biting his lip. And that when I remember... Zayn's a virgin - in every aspect. Never been touched. And although I feel my member twitch in excitement at the thought of me being the first one Zayn's ever been with, I feel like that's really selfish. I have to make sure that this is perfect for him.

"Do you want to wait?" I ask, pulling back but he stops me.

"I've been waiting my entire life for this... I'm done waiting." He breathes against my lips, making me smile.

"Alright. What do you want from me right now?" I ask. There are a lot of ways we could do this. I will do whatever Zayn feels most comfortable with.

"How about you take the lead, and I follow, just slowly?" He asks and I answer him with a slow, passionate kiss. I nibble lightly on his lip and I hear the most wonderful moan.

And that's all the encouragement I need. Suddenly, it's not my own lust or need that makes me want to touch him. It's him. It's the sound he makes when I run my fingers over his skin. It's the way his eyelashes flutter as I press kisses along his hips. It's the way he says my name, broken from pleasure and bliss.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby." I whisper in his ear, raising goose bumps down his neck.

"Please..." he moans.

I trail back down his body and tug at the waistband of his boxers. He huffs in sexual frustration from my small kitten licks along his v-line.

"Tease," He accuses, his voice tight from holding back a moan.

Oh no, that just won't do.

I suck on the tender skin and lap my tongue over the sensitive skin, earning that moan he so desperately tried to hide. He blushes a deep shade of red as I let out a small chuckle.

"Don't be embarrassed, I like your moans." I purr. "They're encouraging."

"M'not." He argues, writhing under my hand softly stroking him through his boxers. He's already so hard, and we've barely started, although I'm pretty hard as well, but he doesn't know that.

"You're so sexy, Z, so hard for me." I palm his bulge, eliciting another beautiful moan.

"You don't think it's too much pressure that you're the only one I respond to?" His words are split in whispers and moans. "I'm afraid you affect me too much."

"You have no idea how much you affect me, how much your moans turn me on." I growl.

Zayn finds his way to my boxers and palms me through them, making me moan in pleasure. His warm hand against my member does something and I thrust into him to create more friction. "You weren't kidding." He smiles proudly and tries to grip me through my boxers.

"Oh no you don't," I grind my teeth, "we're focusing on you here, not me." I clasp my teeth on his waistband and tug them down, his dick springing free. It's rock hard and wet with pre-come. My own cock twitches at the sight. I stare in awe as Zayn waits impatiently as to what is about to go down.

Although I'd love nothing more than to take him fast and hard right now, I have to put my own needs aside for the time being. I have to remember that every touch is his first. I don't want this to come from lust; I want it to come from love.