He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 64: Tease

Sorry it's been awhile but I've been busy; two 1D concerts (one of my pics^^), exams and I just found out that I'm moving away from home after the summer holiday :P
#Freedom #NoParents

Btw the concerts were Uhmazing! And omg I stood like a meter from the catwalk :O


Their shipping name is Zae!!!
ZÆ <3

Also you might wanna read some of chapter 63 again since this is a continuation.....
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I don't even remember how we ended up on the subject, but as the night moves in we end up discussing and trying to top each others most embarrassing moments while watching some pointless reality show. 


And he looks as adorable as Zayn Malik can, all tucked in under the blanket that he has draped over us on the couch, like he's freezing.


I watch him as a smile corrupts his face as he laughs while tauntingly pointing at me after tell him about the time I was in the mall with two of my friends in London when I was like 15, and I slipped head first, trying to make my way up the escalators in front of this massive crowd that was there to watch some band perform. 


He sort of owns me though, telling me a story about how when he was 17, he accidentally touched his 65 year old female teachers' butt in front of the whole class when he was about to write something on the smart-board and she was simply just in the way - like "the palm right on it" - as he puts it.

She apparently thought it was on purpose and could hardly ever look him in the eye again - and so did the rest of the class.


We stay up just goofing like this, until 12pm where he apparently remembers that he's eaten absolutely everything edible at his place and we decide to go to Tesco's to get at least some stuff for breakfast. None of us are tired.


- "I can just go on my own if you're tired," he offers, while putting his leather jacket on and collecting a bundle of keys from the pocket.


- "No I'm fine," I smile and put on mine as well and step into my Vans. "We can just walk though, right? It's not a long way is it?" I say as he swings the keys around his finger before slipping them down into his pocket again with a satisfied frown.


- "Alright." he shrugs. "And no it's right on the other side of the park. I usually run at this time of the evening too. Sometimes,"
Which is probably a bit unusual, but I get it. I'm more awake in the evening than I am in the morning too. 

- "Yeah, I noticed," I say and smile as he opens the door and I walk under his arm that's holding it open for me.


Zayn's warm fingers wrapped securely around mine reminds me that I probably wouldn't walk around in Bradford alone at night if I was alone, but it's sort of romantic to walk with him under the dim light from the light posts along the side of the road. And I sort of like it how his grip tightens when a black car filled with drunk guys - maybe a bit older than Zayn - passes us very slowly.


They don't do anything though other than shouting something that I can't quite make out, but I would have been terrified if I was on my own. 


When we get to the shop, Zayn quickly collects the basic groceries he'll need and asks for two packs of cigarettes by the checkout that he throws in the bag as well. 


- "It's quite weird. But I usually do shop at night time - or like lately," he admits as we walk out, with a funny smile on his face, the street lights making his big eyes look even more gorgeous somehow.


"I can't sleep I drink too much coffee," he smiles when I laugh and he releases my hand after we cross the road walking alongside the park, where he collects at cigarette from the pack he has apparently carried around in his back pocket. 


- "D'you mind?" he frowns and stills with the cigarette in his hand but I just shrug. I'm not his mum - it's just cigarettes anyway.


- "Go ahead," I say but slowly roll my eyes as he gives me a grateful yet apologetic smile as he puts the cigarette between his lips while he digs into his back pocket again to get his lighter out.


- "Thanks," he says and lights it before drawing the smoke into his lungs where holds it for a moment and lets it ooze out from between his lips a couple of second later as we start walking again. 
I can't say I don't enjoy the sight, 


I actually don't think I've ever really known anyone who smokes before.
I've never tried it myself either, but I don't actually mind the smell of cigarettes, it's not too bad - not that Zayn smells that much of cigarettes, only a tiny bit sometimes but I don't mind.

- "How long have you smoked for? You said you started drugs at 17," I ask, actually starting to get a bit cold as we approach Zayn's street, maybe mainly because he's not able to hold my hand right now with the bad in one hand and the smoke in the other.

He smirks and chuckles and looks down at his shoes for a moment, sucking on the cigarette. 
Early then.

- "13, if not younger. I don't know," he says. "But I used to smoke a lot more back then, than I do now," 

I nod, and he takes the smoke out from between his lips and look at me. 
- "Why?" he chuckles and he makes me bump into his chest with my shoulder so that he can wrap his arm around me still with the smoke between two fingers, his familiar cologne engulfing me.


"If you don't like it I can stop smoking when you're around," he grins and puts the cigarette between his lips again, while I still cling to him as he opens the door to his building and we climb the staircase.


- "No I was just wondering," I say and he smiles while unlocking the door and letting me enter before him.

We take off our outerwear and I follow him into the kitchen where he puts his cigarette out and puts the groceries in the fridge, before taking a glance at the time, scratching his neck.


- "Do you want coffee?" he asks while closing the blinds and getting out a coffee filter and a coffee tin, frowning his forehead adorably. I'm sure he does.


- "Now?" I say but he nods insistently.


- "Yeah," he shrugs.

- "Uhm okay sure. " I say and can't help but grin as he load the coffee maker. Seems like coffee has become his drug substitute - which is not a bad thing I guess. "Though you just said you can't sleep because you drink too much coffee, so it's a bit weird to drink it now isn't it?" I tease and he cocks an eyebrow.

- "Who says we'll be sleeping," he says and takes a small stes, closing the space between us, his fingers finding mine, instantly making my pulse quicken for some reason, his eyes bright and full of joy and lust at the same time making a comfortable shiver run down my spine.

I glance at his lips for a second before meeting his eyes again, as he leans in to kiss me, his right hand releasing my fingers, letting it slide up my arm all the way up until his hand is buried in my hair.

That escalated quickly. 

With his hand on the back of my head he tilts my head upwards a bit to deepens the kiss and slips his tongue past my lips playing with my own while he lets his other hand rest on my waist, his hips pressing me against the kitchen counter behind me. 


We pull away to breath after awhile, his dark eyes boring into mine as he places both his hands on my waist, biting his lip as he helps lifting me up onto the kitchen counter. 

Slowly he runs his hands down my hips and my thighs, and hooks them behind my knees to separate them while stepping between my legs that I close around him as he kisses me again a bit harder this time.


I feel a knot of heat in my stomach as I lace my hands through his hair, causing him to groan and sqeeze my hipbones, before he pulls away again giving me room to pop the buttons in his denim shirt, while feeling the knot growing tighter when I find that he isn't wearing anything underneath it. 


He briefly smirks at me as I let my eyes roam his bare torso in front of me as he tosses his shirt on the floor; his broad shoulders, the tattoos, the prominent contours of his chest muscles, his ripped stomach, his v-line that disappears down his already low hanging jeans.


He starts kissing down my neck, moaning close to my ear, when I run my hands down his hard abs as he purposely flexes, my fingers just grazing the start of his v-line, feeling slightly lightheaded as well as the familiar fluttering in my stomach I get when he's this close.


- "Wanna take this to the bedroom?" he asks seductively, lightly sucking on my neck, having me bite my lip from the strange pleasure of it before he briefly wets it with his tongue and pulls away to look at me. 


I nod when I meet his persuasive and lustful eyes again, still lightheaded from the steamy session.
- "What about your coffee?" I joke.


- "Prefer sex," he says, making us both grin and steps back to let me jump down from the kitchen counter as he wraps his hot fingers around my wrist, leading me with him into the bedroom and sucks his lips into his mouth, giving me a mischievous smirk. 


The light is off, but the room isn't left in completely darkness as there is a light post near his window and the blinds haven't been closed, leaving just the perfect amount of light. 


He quickly turns away to collect a condom from one of the drawers in his dresser which he tosses on the bed next to where I sit down, allowing me to admire the beautiful contours of his back for just those brief seconds before he turns his attention back to me with anticipation in his eyes. 


In a quick forceful motion, maybe a bit rougher than he was aiming for - or that I had expected - he has me on my back on the bed, climbing between my thighs, hovering above me with eyes full of desire.


- "A bit eager hm?" I grin, causing him to give me a warning glance yet a chuckle as he dominantely pins both my wrists down above my head and starts kissing from jaw and down my neck. 


He's really strong for his considerably lanky frame. I can't even move the least.
He chuckles and smiles at me with his tongue behind his teeth, his face just inches away.
- "Don't try to embarrass me, that's a turn off," he says.


- "Turn off? You sure you have turn offs?" I laugh, but I'm still fucking breathless from being this intimate.


- "Now what's that supposed to mean?" 
He pulls away a bit more and fakes a frown and huffs, but his eyes are playful.

- "Nothing," I grin, cocking an eyebrow at him.
Just that everything seems to turn you on. Basically.


- "You've become such a tease you have," he chuckles. "It makes me fucking horny," he mutters and discretely adjusts the crotch area of his jeans suggesting he's got a boner.


- "A tease?" I repeat, and he nods.


- "Since I took it," he grins smugly and puts his finger into his cheek, making a popping sound, smiling all over his face. "Like that,"  


I can't help but smile and gape at him, and I love it how his nose scrunches up when he laughs and releases my wrist.


- "You're so modest, Zayn," I joke, but he doesn't seem to disagree as he brings his warm mouth down on mine again, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before slipping his tongue in. 
I can taste that he has been smoking, but it doesn't bother me.


- "Anyway we haven't done it since like last Friday night," he says against my lips, his hands coming down to touch my butt through my jeans.


- "That's only a week," I giggle and slightly squirm as he runs his hand up my inner thigh and up between my legs. 


- "Yeah but you were wasted, so I felt guilty," he chuckles against my ear, grazing it with his teeth, causing a shiver to run though my body. "Not that I didn't enjoy it still. Especially when you sucked me off," he teases, planting wet kisses across my collarbone. 


- "Don't embarrass me it's a turn off," I grin, using his own words against him while fighting my urge to moan as he trails the tip of his tongue up my neck, his hand applying pressure between my legs. It's still fucking embarrassing.


- "Sorry then," he says, earning a moan from me as he rubs himself against my center before he positions himself back up on his knees and pops the button of my jeans and slides them down my legs and starts unbuckling his own pants, revealing his erection through  the material of his boxers. 


While I take off my top, I feel his warm lips and tongue on my stomach, as he works his way up and opens my bra, planting a hot kiss between my breasts giving me a smolder that is so sexy it makes my toes curl.


He hooks his fingers into my panties and slowly takes them off as well, his fingers coming down to feel me, a smug smirk forming on his lips before he attaches them to my neck again.


- "So wet for me," he hums tauntingly in my ear in a deep voice that possibly makes me even wetter.


I notice him quickly stroking himself a couple of times through the fabric of his boxers before he takes them off and skillfully rolls on the condom while I watch him as his tongue swipes across his bottom lip in concentration as he leans forward to position himself on top of me as he slowly thrusts into me, letting out a slight grunt.


The feeling of being stretched and the friction feels amazing and we share breath for a second before he kisses me hard, taking my breath away. 


He moves so very slow though, only just grinding his hips back and forth instead of performing actual thrusts, not allowing the ball of heat in the pit of my stomach to build up, the slight smile in his eyes suggesting he's doing it on purpose.

I try to buck my hips upwards a bit but he continues going like this for several minutes, until I actually start to feel  it building up inside me - only to have me want him to go faster even more. 

I moan and tighten the grip I have on the back of his neck as he thrust into me properly a few times but  he slows down again, with a smirk on his face, two beads of sweat running from his hairline.


- "Zayn," I moan as he speeds up again, and holds the faster pace this time, the more powerful friction causing me to moan again.

 "Yeah?" he frowns challenging. Who's the tease now? "Beg for it," he laughs and bites his lip as a groan erupts from his throat as I press my hands against his back to make his thrusts deeper. 


He continues to thrust faster and deeper into me, now finally allowing me to fully enjoy it as he speeds up again until the pleasure gets so mind blowing that what seems like my entire respiration turns into moaning. 


That's when he slows down and stops again, pulling out as his eyes find mine and he grins while placing his hands behind me knees where my legs bend.

He bends them even more, pressing them against my chest to giving himself more room, quickly putting my legs over his shoulders before leaning over me again, resting on his arms while thrusting into me again this time much deeper.


He groans and digs his teeth into his bottom lip as he starts pounding into me at this new angle, hitting spots I never knew existed, making me moan out while boring my fingers into his back. 


We lock eyes for a moment, Zayn frowning as if checking if it's alright like this, before he stretches his neck and parts his lips, setting the speed down just a bit. 

My legs are gonna be useless tomorrow.

The build up in the pit of my stomach continues to now build up more and more as he keeps his steady rhythm, a slight groan of effort escaping from the gab between his lips as I clench his biceps as I feel my climax getting into reach wanting him to just give me that little bit extra to trigger it and push me over the edge. 


He opens his eyes when I moan his name and he looks at me with those gorgeous dark eyes, one of them with that little extra dark fleck at the side, before I let my vision focus on the suddenly protruding vein in his forehead. 


He sets the pace a bit faster again, furrowing his dark eyebrows letting go of another moan. 

- "Yeah?" He breathes in between to quick shallow thrusts and he watches me with intrigued eyes as I bite my lip not to scream and close my eyes as an 0rgasm sets in and rakes through me, making me squirm under his now sweaty body.


As I open my eyes again, Zayn groans rather loudly, the raspy sound adding to the aftershocks he is giving me as he sloppily keeps thrusting while he cum, his eyes closed and his face holding a completely blissful expression as he pulls out of me and takes my sore legs down from his shoulders before he rolls off of me, and lies down next to me, panting.

- "How was it?" he breathes, halfheartedly pulling off the condom with closed eyes, and draping his duvet over us.

- "Amazing," I admit, not daring to even try and even move my legs.

- "Mm," he hums and groans of exhaustion, his chest still rising and falling rapidly as he lie there with his eyes closed, looking pretty worn out, his hair a sweaty mess.

"By the way my neighbour's home. His car was out front," he chuckles and looks at the wall to our right that connects the two flats. 
Awkward.

- "Who is it?" I ask, feeling his fingers lightly caressing the back of my hand. 

- "Just some guy. Pretty nerdy," he shrugs and yawns and shifts onto his side, facing me with a small smile. "Do you smell coffee?"

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I've thought about it long and hard, and YES I'm officially doing a sequel! (book number 2)
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