Just Friends

Chapter 17

(WARNING. Extremely explicit content in this chapter. If you don't like reading this kind of material, please skip past this part. Thank you.)

"Well you shouldn't."

The room went black as the fabric took away my sight.

"Zayn." I said frantically.

"Relax. Don't struggle now, I won't hurt you."

"But I can't see. How will I-"

"You don't need to see. You only need to feel."

He nudged me forward and I carefully let my feet lead me to where he wanted me to go.

My knees suddenly hit something soft: the bed.

"Turn around."

I heard the sound of his belt hitting the floor, making my heartbreak quicken. He took one of my hands and let it rest on his now bare chest.

"Feel, Megan."

I let my fingers slowly trace down his skin, not knowing when I would reach where I knew he wanted me most.

"Yes." He hissed. My fingers had finally found his hard member. I wrapped my hand around it and started to slowly move it up and down it's long length.

"Megan, yes. Faster."

I obeyed his wishes, picking up the speed of my hand which made low grunts slip out of Zayn's lips.

"Okay. Stop." He reached down and grabbed my wrist, tugging me to my feet.

"Lay down." He ordered. I scooted back blindly once again until I found the bed. I gently sat down and scooted to what I guessed was the middle of the mattress.

I felt the bed dip slightly beside me as he laid down next to my body.

"You look so sexy blindfolded, Meagan.

I'm glad I tried this with you. It won't be the last time either." He murmured.

The bed shifted once again. I felt him hovering over me which made me eager to feel his skin on mine.

"Zayn please-"

He shushes me.

I felt a bit of relief as his fingers found their way to my skin, resting on the side of my neck.

He then took his finger tips and dragged them painfully slow down between my breasts, over my ribs, down my stomach, and then stopped just above my panty line.

"Oh, the things I could do to you." He said. I whimpered at his words. I wanted him so bad.

Zayn hooked his fingers under the hem of my thong and yanked them off of me in one swift motion.

"Lift up your hands"

I did as he said instantly. He took both of my wrists in his hands and pulled them above my head. I felt fabric wrap around them as he secured my wrists to the headboard.

Fuck. He just tied me up to the bed with my thong.

I couldn't go anywhere now.

"There we go." Zayn murmured. He planted a single kiss to my lips then placed them on my throat. He nipped and sucked on my skin, making it almost more sensitive than before.

I felt his hand stroking my thigh gently. He would get so close.. And then he would pull his hand back, teasing me.

"Zayn please." I begged.

"What do you want, Megan?"

"You. Please, I need you."

"With pleasure."