Those Eyes... (Zerrie Fanfic)

Chapter 28

Chapter 28:

"God damn it! God damn it! I'm feelin' myself." 

I sang with a bottle of white wine in my right hand and stereo on high, completely losing myself which was the initial aim of the day. Wine sprayed on me as I kept dancing, hairs swayed everywhere like splashing of water, I danced to my will, moving from one room to another and repeating the cycle, my mind was dissolving finally and I could no longer think - just what I wanted. 

It didn't completely work though, the new message that I got today bothered me and played with my mind so much, I think it might explode any second. I'm sure you had fun at the camp but you haven't told the truth yet... Urg! It sneaked into my mind again, I slapped myself to make me forget but it didn't work so I went to take another gulp of the wine, my mouth paused when the bottle reached near because standing outside the window, enjoying every bit of my insane self was Zayn.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, holding the door open ajar.

"Heard no one's around so came to crash the party."

"There is no party. Go away."

Zayn pushed the door open and walked right in, acting like he owned the place and slumped down on the sofa, fixing his focus on me.

"Dance like you did just a few minutes ago." 

"No."

"Be a good girl or I will have to do something..."

"Zayn! If you think you are going to come in my house and order me around then you are wrong."

"I am your teacher, do as I say or else..."

"Zayn! Stop using that for everything!"

"Dance. I am asking as a boyfriend."

I tried to dance but with him watching, I couldn't do anything. 

"I can't do it with you watching."

"Close your eyes then."

I did what he said, shut my eyes and danced with no care in the world. I felt my hips shake and my body move with the flow of the song, it came naturally, I took another swig of wine as I enjoyed myself.

"God damn it! You're hot!" 

Zayn lashes onto me, I am swept away by his tight hold on me, wine bottle topples on the floor and I am swooped into his arms to be carried up to my room. Zayn lays me down on the bed and tears my clothes apart, I was already half naked.

"No. Not today Zayn."

"Too late. Your fault for turning me on. Look at that wine all over you. Someone's gotta clean you up."

"Zayn, I swear if you do then I'll stop talking to you!"

"You won't be able to."

"Zayn! I will!"

Zayn leans over me and licks the traces of wine off my neck and face, his fingers dig in me and starts rubbing and moving rapidly then they unclasp my bra and grab my breasts, biting it often. I moan every time he comes in and out, my nails leave scratch marks on his back, causing him to stop and pull out. I lay there panting.

"We need to do something with your hands."

Zayn retrieves his tie from the pile of clothes on the floor and straps my hands to the bed backboard and sinks inside me again, this time the thrust is stronger and more intense, inviting the string of moans from both of us and my hands scramble uncontrollably, unable to stay still.