Uptown Boy (Narry Storan)

53. Stars

"I wanna fall from the stars and straight into your arms."

!! smut !!

18 months later

HS

I kick my feet up on the sofa, stretching my long limbs out as I place my feet on Niall's lap, aimlessly typing away on my computer to get some work done.

"Your feet stinks." Niall speaks up. I glance up at him, to see a small smirk on his lips, not even looking up from his phone.

"So?" I question, wiggling my toes for extra measure. He laughs softly, before pulling my big toe teasingly.

"Hey, fancy going something today? Once I'm finished with this damn proposal, I mean." I ask, closing my laptop slightly to see him better.

"Uhm, actually I've got plans with Zayn this afternoon. Tonight maybe?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Aww. I was thinking we could..." I trail off, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. He giggles softly once he catches my drift, patting my thigh.

"Sorry baby. Don't you have work to do in the first place, Mr Styles?" He gives me a cheeky knowing look.

"Fine." I huff. He laughs softly, placing his phone down on my coffee table before crawling between my legs.

I close my laptop, after saving my work, and placing it on the coffee table as well.

"Tell you what," He drawls, pressing a gentle kiss on my cheek, and another one at the corner of my lips teasingly. I hold his waist, pulling him close as he brushes our lips gently. "Tonight, I'll pick you up in my amazing and stylish pick-up truck and we'll go somewhere. Alright?" He mumbles against my lips. I smile widely, nodding.

"And besides, I don't have to meet Zayn until 3.." He says before glancing at the clock behind us. "It's only 2. We have more than enough time." He whispers seductively, brushing our lips together once more and trailing a finger down my chest knowingly.

I swallow thickly, my heart pounding a mile a minute. "I thought you wanted me to do my work?" I ask, despite my mind and body and heart screaming to just grab him and kiss him and fuck him senseless.

"I do." He murmurs. "But I want you more." He breathes out, placing his palms on my chest and straddles my waist. "So? Up for my offer?" He asks with a teasing smirk. My lips tug up into a smirk, letting my hands roam up his thighs before placing themselves firmly on his hips, fingers dangerously close to his bum.

"With you asking me like that, how could I possibly say no?" I say with a grin. His smirk widens, and he slips his hands underneath my t-shirt, his warm hands creating goosebumps on my skin as he pushes the fabric up. I sit myself up slightly, and he helps in pulling the t-shirt over my head and abruptly slamming his lips onto mine, knocking all the oxygen from my lungs. A moan immediately spills from my lips, and he presses his crotch firmly down onto mine, making me whimper in pleasure.

I shift myself down till I'm lying flat on my back on my large sofa, with his body pressed firmly against mine above me. I let my hands run up his back under the t-shirt he's wearing, letting my finger tips trace and memorise every little dip and contour and crevice of his toned back, before pulling it off as well.