Heartless

Chapter 17

Carissa's POV

By the time me and Zayn arrive back at the complex, it's 6pm. The sky is starting to dim, and it's gotten a bit colder.

We've shopped at a couple of stores, and ate at the food court also. We pretty much did what teens would do on a mall date. Zayn bought all my clothes, even though I cringed at the fact that he's spending money on me, but he seemed to like it.

As we enter the hallway of our places, Zayn wraps a hand around my waist, making me look up at him.

He gives me a smile as we stand in front of my flat, and I can't help but return one to him. Pulling out my keys, I unlock my door and open it, letting it swing open.

"Are you coming in?" I ask, looking at him.

"If you want me to," he shrugs. I nod tiredly and pull him in my apartment, shutting the door right after.

We both walk in silence as we enter the bedroom. I put the shopping bags in front of my closet and quickly undress myself.

"S.hit," Zayn mumbles, making me turn around.

"What?" I ask, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, stepping out of them.

"N-Nothing," he stutters, watching his Adam's apple bob.

Quirking my eyebrow at him, I shake my head and unclasp my bra, throwing it in the hamper. When I look back up at Zayn, he's facing the closed window, breathing heavily.

I quickly throw a nightshirt on before crawling behind him, placing my hands on his back.

"Are you okay?" I start running my hands up and down his back.

He just grunts, and takes deep breaths, his back tensing for some reason. I try another tactic to calm him, and hug him from behind, feeling his chest puff.

"Zayn talk to me," I plead, worried. What the hell is wrong with him? Did I do something wrong? What if I-

My thoughts get cut off as Zayn abruptly turns around and pushed me down on the bed, pinning my hips to the sheets. A gasp escapes my lips at his sudden force, causing him to bite his lip.

"Zayn what are you-" he cuts me off by his lips pressing against mine with need. In instinct, I kiss back, letting our lips move in sync as I hear him moan softly into the kiss.

His grip is released from my hips, and hands go up to my cheeks, cupping them as my eyes flutter shut.

Zayn pulls away from me, and I prop my elbows as he grounds his hips onto mine. The sudden movement rushes warmth to my heat, making me moan softly.

"F.uck," he curses as he hikes my nightshirt up, showing my knickers.

"Z-Zayn," I let my back hit the bed as I watch his face, deep in pleasure.

"I want you Carissa," he leans in and nips at my neck, "I want you so f.ucking bad."

I immediately stop moving, causing Zayn to stop as well. He looks at me confusingly as I shake my head.

"Look Zayn," I push away from him and sit up, "I can't do it, I'm just not ready yet." I tell him truthfully.

He nods, no emotion displayed on his face as he stands up from my bed. "I'll come back tomorrow." He says softly and walks out, hearing the door shut.

Great, now he thinks I don't want have sex with him. I love him, but I don't want to rush into anything so he'll just leave me. I thought he knew that I needed time. Maybe I just did something that caused him to do this?

Zayn's POV

I took things too fast. Shit I took things too fast. Should I call Harry? No I can't, he can't help this. Maybe the boys? Ugh they can't help either!

Okay breathe, just breathe. Just calm down, and take a shower. Yeah, just shower and talk to her after.

After entering my bathroom, I undress myself and step it, shutting the shower door.

I let the water run down my body as I think about what happened a couple minutes ago with Carissa.

She looked so hot under me, her body was burning with desire for me when I touched her. It's only been about a week, or more than a week, and I'm practically craving for her.

I can already feel the blood rush down to my penis at the thought of her. Placing my hand on my erection, a sigh escapes my lips as I start pumping, thinking of her hand instead of mine.

"Zayn," she coos as she gets down on her knees, using a hand to pump my c.ock.

"F.uck," I mutter under my breath as I place my hands on the shower wall, letting the water cascade down my back.

"Can I have your c.ock in my mouth Master?" She asks, stopping her movements, causing me to whimper.

"Of course baby," I try not to push her head onto me as she nods shyly.

Her head comes down on my cock and I moan loudly. She hums around me as she moves slowly, bobbing her head.

"Look at me baby," I coo, "look at me when you're sucking my c.ock."

She obliges and looks up, her eyes peering into mine as she tries to take me deeper, but gags, pulling away. Her wet body only makes this even hotter as she wipes her face from the water, and continues to blow me. I groan as my hands instinctively find the back of her head, holding her in place.

"Will you let me f.uck that pretty mouth of yours?" I ask, my member still in her mouth. Pulling out, I wait for her to answer as smirk down at her.

"Please?" She quickly tries to put me back in her mouth, but I pull her back.

"You have to beg for me baby-"

"Please!" She tries to reach for me but I release my hands from her head, and pin her wrists to the wall. I quirk am eyebrows at her, signaling her that it's not enough.

"Zayn," she whines, "please. I want your c.ock in my mouth, I want to taste you and feed me with your hot c.um as it shoots down my throat. You can fu.ck my throat, make me gag around you as I moan. Please!"

"As you wish," I smirk as she opens her mouth, allowing me to thrust in her mouth. Her immediate reaction was to gag, but she moans right after, making me moan also.

"F.uck," I curse, watching my hand pump at an increasing speed. Closing my eyes, I picture Carissa on the floor kneeling, her mouth open, waiting for my c.um.

A string of profanities leaves my lips as I c.um, letting the water wash it down the drain. She's not here though, she's at her apartment, and I'm at mine.

After washing myself off, I shut the water off and grab a towel. Drying myself, I wrap the towel around my waist and walk out.

I change into a pair of boxers and throw the towel somewhere in the room. There's a sudden hesitation wether or not I would want to sleep with Carissa tonight, but I chose not to. I need space away from her, just enough time so I can think things through.

Sighing, I climb into bed and pull the covers over my body, letting my eyelids droop.

"Goodnight Carissa."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N

Haha don't kill me I updated. I'm really sorry about being inactive, school and home have been hectic lately and I'm pretty sad.

Here's chapter 17. I hope you like it. There's no QOTD today.

~smileforzayn