Heartless

Chapter 13

Carissa's POV

I just finished putting on my bra and panties when Zayn enters my bedroom, wearing a black T-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black boots.

"All black?" I ask raising an eyebrow as I open my closet.

"Well it looks like we're matching tonight," he laughs, gesturing toward my underwear.

"Stop," my cheeks heat up as I turn around and skim through my closet.

His footsteps come closer and I feel his arms wrap around my waist, his chest pressed against my back.

"Mmm you smell nice." He mumbles, burying his head in the crook of my neck as his hands travel lower.

"Zayn," I breath out, using my hands to pull Zayn's away, "stop, I need to find something to wear."

"Fine," he groans and pulls away from me, "wear this." His hand reaches into my closet and pulls out my black flower frilled heart shaped tube top.

"This?" I grab the top and examine it.

"Oh yeah wear that," he whispers in my ear, making me shiver.

"I need something to wear on the bottom," I struggle to talk as his hands run on my sides.

"A pair of shorts," Zayn travels his touch upwards.

"Zayn stop," I feel more aroused now as his hot breath touches my neck.

"Why don't we cancel tonight then?" He asks, spinning me around.

"Because I want to go out," I push him away and slip on the top before padding toward my dresser, and pull out a pair of shorts.

"I wanna watch you slip that on." He sits on the bed, knees spread a bit.

I decide to tease him and slowly put my legs through. Zayn's eyes are locked on me as I bend down, and pull my shorts up. I shimmy the shorts up when it reaches my bum and turn back around to see Zayn palming himself.

"Zayn what are you doing?" I ask innocently as I walk toward him.

"What do you think?" He groans as he palms himself harder.

"Stop before one of the boys come," I scold as I try to slap his hand away. He quickly grabs my wrist and guides me to his bulge, and starts moving my hand.

"C'mon just a b.lowjob." When I look up, he has puppy dog eyes as his hands lie beside him.

"Zayn-" I try to protest.

"Please?" He whines. Glancing at the clock, it's 4:00pm, the boys come to pick us up at 5.

"Okay," I sigh. His eyes grow darker as I kneel in front of him, and throw my top off so it doesn't get dirty.

"Take your shirt off so it won't get dirty," I tug at his shirt. He gives me a smirk before taking it off, revealing his toned and inked skin.

As I unbuckle his belt and pop the button on his jeans, he kicks his shoes off as I pull his jeans off. I take in his body, only his briefs are on him as I stare.

"Jus take it off," he begs. I've never seen him so vulnerable before, but I like it.

I finally oblige and take his briefs off, revealing his member. He scoots closer to the edge of the bed so he's right in front of my face.

"Suck." He demands, his hands finding the back of my head as he pulls me closer. I take his member in his hands and pump him a couple of times before taking the tip in. His hands push me down all the way to his base, making me gag, but earning a moan from him.