The Butterfly Effect

6. Look Me In the Eyes

Smut Warning :) 

I watched hungrily as Louis removed his suit jacket, draping it over the back of a nearby chair. He began to slowly unbutton his undershirt, revealing a tattoo written in fancy font It Is What It Is just underneath his collarbone. What an interesting place to put such words, what an fascinating time for me to grow harder.

I expected him to be in shape. I mean, for what he does for a living, I'm sure he has to be top of his game but, fuck I did not expect to be greeted with that much beauty. The more he unbuttoned his shirt, the more I tried not to wheeze. His strong chest, chiseled abs, voluptuous ass coming out of those pants....holy hell.

"Can I have something to drink?" I asked. He already took off my clothes. I am just standing here, naked, in his bedroom asking him for some water. Typical Friday.

"Sure. Liquor? Water? Koolaid? What does frat boy need?" He chuckled.

"Water's fine," I blushed.

"Be right back," he smirked at me.

Damn what a time to get cotton mouth. It gave m a little bit of time to explore his room some more. I notice that he has expensive paintings hanging around the walls. I lay on the bed, oh wow, that's comfortable. Above me is a mirror. Oh, fuck. That's hot. Hmm, I could use a shower. Maybe he'll let me use his. I'm sure it's better than the one in the frat house.

"Here you go," he said coming back with sparkling water and a pink straw to match. "Compliments of the chef...." He snickers.

"Thanks," I take the water and slurp it down, embarrassed when I look back up. He's giving me some sort of smile, almost like he's giving me heart eyes. Nah, that's just my imagination. "Sorry, I was parched. Must be the alcohol."

"Hmm," he smiled. "You have a curfew college boy?"

"Yeah, my friend Niall said if I don't come back by 2, he's going to send a search party after me," I teased.

"Then we best get this show on the road then, huh?" He smirks at me with greedy eyes.

He instructs me to sit in a chair, the one his jacket is draped over, and I do so. I am in no position to question anything right now. Truth be told, the muscle below my waist is doing most of the thinking at the moment. I feel so inexperienced and bashful. Totally not me. I feel powerless, intoxicated. Well, that I am, but it's also a different kind of intoxicated – like almost hypnotized.

I lick my lips as he finally removes his boxers without hesitation. He climbs on top of my legs, straddling my lap. For a moment, we don't make anymore physical contact. He looks deep into my eyes, and I look back into his.

I don't know how he is feeling, but it's as if I am trying to decode a foreign language that I'm supposed to know; only he and I are meant to understand. I've never felt so drawn to someone upon just meeting them. Hell, I just passed him on the street being mistreated by a man in a leather jacket and I ask him out. What the hell is that? Now, here I am, only a day later, in his upscale home about to get off by him.

What is this life and how lucky am I?

"Any request?" He asked in my ear, massaging it gently with his tongue.

My breath hitches. Oh fuck he's stealing my oxygen. Just keep doing that. Just touch me.

"I like to be cuddled...." I admit shyly.

"Ah, a softy. That's too bad. I'm feeling a bit frisky tonight," he whined. "But if that's what you want. This is free of charge," he added.

He put his arms around my neck, holding me for a minute. I felt our groins graze together for a second; again, making me breathless. I take the opportunity to kiss his neck, lightly scratching his back with my dull nails. He must have liked the sensation because he's pushing into me a little bit.