BPOV
"Isabella," a husky voice sang into my ear as I fought my way out of a sleepy haze. I faintly registered the feel of a rather large, warm hand stroking the inside of my thigh and I moaned involuntarily.
"Mmm, you should be more careful about the sounds you make in your sleep. Moaning like that might make me lose what little control I'm maintaining. It does unspeakable things to me."
Hot breath washed over the skin of my neck and then the most delicious shiver ran down my back when I felt his tongue suck my earlobe into his mouth and then his soft lips closed around it. His hand began to knead my thigh as it gradually moved higher, causing me to squirm in an attempt to find the perfect placement for optimum advantage.
"Shit," he grunted and then pulled away all too quickly.
My eyes shot open and I gasped, realizing the Commie response his touch, coupled with his sultry words, had evoked from my body.
"Dinner is ready. You should probably get up and try to eat something," Justin said breathlessly. "You've been asleep since yesterday afternoon."
Really? I lost a whole day?
I vaguely remembered waking up while he was changing my clothes, too tired to register the fact that he actually was putting clothes on me and not making me sleep in the nude. Then I recalled him waking me up this morning to take a pill and drink some water. I don't think I even got up to go to the bathroom.
Shit, I must have really been out of it.
I buried my face under the covers, because seeing him looking all breathless and horny was making me react the same way, and now was not the time to lose my shit over him.
"I'm not hungry," I mumbled into my pillow.
"Regardless, you need to eat. Now, you can either get up on your own and join me in the dining hall, or I can throw you over my shoulder, carry your ass downstairs and force feed you. Which is it?"
I growled in frustration and hit the pillow with my fist, but I made no move to get up.
"Have it your way then," he said before he yanked the covers back and started to reach for me.
"Wait!" I squeaked, sitting up and pulling my knees to my chest. "I'll get up. God, you're such a Neanderthal! Just give me a little bit of privacy to get myself together and then I'll meet you down there. Okay?"
"Fine," he said, backing away. "But don't keep me waiting long. I detest eating by myself."
I nodded in understanding and watched as he walked out the door, my eyes immediately going to his ass. God, I'm such an ass slut...
As soon as he left the room, I grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand and pressed the speed dial. The song, "If You Want My Body" played back as I waited for my best friend to answer his phone. Rod Stewart, you obviously had no idea the punishment you were bestowing upon anyone who befriended Louis Tomlinson at the time you created that fuckerpiece.
"OMG, bitch! It's about fucking time! What the hell happened to you?" Louis's shrill voice shouted over the bass thumping in the background. Apparently, he was at work. "Are you okay?"
"Well, my puss hurts, but other than that, I'm fine," I said, suddenly feeling the overwhelming urge to piss.
"Dayuuum! He done put it on you like that, boo-boo!?" Louis screeched as I jumped out of bed and did the pee-pee dance across the room.
I finally made it to the bathroom and yanked my pants down before I copped a squat on the toilet and the golden dam broke loose. And of course I moaned in relief, letting my eyes roll to the back of my head.
