"You're coming close now, swear I can taste it. You got me tongue tied, I can't escape it."
"That is not the right key!" He shouts at me from across the great room of my parents house where the lavish piano sits. "Your audition for Juilliard is in two days and you still haven't hit that bloody key!" He throws his hands up in exasperation while shaking his head.
Louis Tomlinson, a last year student at the prestigious Juilliard and a class A pain in the ass. It was my mother's idea to hire him because, much like Louis, she doesn't think I can achieve admissions without a tutor. They're wrong though; I will get into this school and it'll be no thanks to Louis. All I have to do is focus. I close my eyes, roll my shoulders, and take a calming breath before I let my long, slim fingers slide over the black and white keys. I make it nearly to the end of my favorite song by The Fray before my fingers fumble.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Louis sarcastically remarks, laughing at my expense. He's such a heartless bastard.
"I can do this," I reassure myself, popping the joints in my fingers.
"Oh sure, love." He stands from his perch and slowly makes his way towards me. "You'll give admission one hell of a laugh," he brushes his index finger across my jawline. My blood sears through my veins as my anger reaches an all time high. I forcefully stand to my full height, making the bench wobble in my haste.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I shout at him, placing both of my palms on his chest, shoving him back. "I don't need a egotistical British prick always telling me what I'm doing wrong and making fun of me constantly!" I shove him again when he tries to take a step towards me. "So why don't you take your ass with your fucking Yorkshire tea back to London or whatever shit English town you came from!" I'm yelling at this point and I know my face is red from anger. I hadn't noticed in my fit of rage but I had backed Louis against the wall with each shove I gave him.
"Are you quite finished?" He steps to me, closing the distance that once was between us. My chest rises and falls angrily with each inhale and exhale of oxygen from my body. It's not until I feel our chests colliding that I realize Louis' is doing the same.
"I want you to leave." I cross my arms, trying to regain some of the distance Louis stole from between us.
"Sorry, love, but your mum payed me for another hour so I'm not going anywhere." His piercing blue eyes glare down at me.
"Fine. Then I'll leave." I storm off towards the door before I feel a hand around my wrist that yanks me back with such force I collide into his chest. "What the fu--"
Before I can finish the sentence Louis' lips are on mine. The kiss is hard, hungry, and filled with lust. I place my palms on his chest but he locks his arms around me, holding me in place. I stop squirming and give in to Louis lips on my own. His lips are surprisingly warm for someone who is always so cold. I fist his graphic t-shirt while I let his tongue slip into my mouth to deepen the kiss. His hands unlock from behind my back and move to my hips where his fingers dig lightly into the skin. He breaks our kiss but his lips are quick and reconnect at my jawline.
"Fuck, I've wanted to do that for a long time." His breath is warm against my sensitive skin, causing goose-bumps to rise on me.
"You have?" I ask breathlessly. My fingers intertwine in his long, messy, light brown hair. I had been suppressing my sexual feelings for Louis by trying to focus on my hatred for him, luckily I wasn't the only one experiencing conflicted feelings.
"Mmm." He brings my earlobe into his mouth to nibble on it. "Why do you think I would always stand across the room from you? That was the only way I could assure I would keep my hands to myself." He slides his warm hands under the band on my yoga pants, "But I don't know if I can keep them to myself anymore, you're too sexy when you get mad and use that dirty mouth of yours."
I can hear my heart pumping in my ears and my mind is in a haze from my overwhelming lust for Louis. I'm not sure how this will work out afterwards, all I know is I don't want him to stop.
"Just say the words, love" He is dangerously close to my center, purposely teasing me.
"Don't stop."
"That's my good student." He pushes my panties to the side, running his middle finger up my opening, collecting my juices that have resided there. "Always eager to learn." His laugh is deep, sinful even, and it only heightens my want for him. My head falls onto his shoulder and a slow moan comes from me when he vigorously rubs my bundle of nerves between my legs.
"Oh my god!" I watch his tan, tattooed arm disappear between my legs and the muscles tighten as two fingers slip into me. My breath catches in my throat from the glorious stretch of his fingers. He continuously pumps two fingers in and out of me, alternating his speed, while massaging my clit with his rough thumb. I can feel his erection pressing against my lower stomach. My legs almost buckle from my weight and the pleasure coursing through me and Louis wraps his free arm around my waist to support me.
"You're going to come, I can feel you." He coos in my ear, peppering my neck with gentle kisses while still making me come undone with his hand. My walls contract against his fingers as my orgasm hits me in heated waves flooding through my entirety. His coated hand is freed from my pants. He brings one of his fingers to his mouth to lick it clean. "Mmm," his eyes roll in pleasure when he tastes me on his tongue. "Taste how fucking sweet you are." He runs his finger over my bottom lip and I suck it in my mouth to capture my flavor.
"Honey, I'm home." I hear my mom enter the kitchen, "Can you help me with the groceries."
Louis presses his lips to the shell of my ear before whispering, "Next time, I want to fuck you on that piano." I bite my lip in between my teeth to silence my naughty giggle.
"I look forward to it." I palm him through his tight skinny jeans with a devious grin on my face. "Coming mom," I shout to her and chuckle when I hear Louis mumble 'again'.
"Don't stop doing what you're doing. Every time you move to the beat it gets harder for me and you know it, know it, know it."
