Eccentric (Niall Horan)

Chapter 34

I stay silent. Tears battling to free themselves. I loosen my grip on Niall's waist. My head pulling away from his shoulder. He notices but doesn't do anything. My fingers skim along his abdominals. Feeling his strengthen stomach.

Niall's body tenses. From my waist down I'm pressed dangerously close to him. I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach. A feeling so foreign and so unlike me.

We haven't said anything, but as we come upon and unknown road, Niall accelerates into it. Losing Louis, I begin to panic.

"Niall what are you doing" I shout gripping onto him tighter.

He doesn't reply. There are no houses, and no cars on this street. And we've gone to fast for Louis to find us.

Suddenly Niall slows down stopping by the edge. He climbs off and just as I take off his helmet off my head, he pulls me by the arm and drags me towards the woods. Dodging trees, until we are into a small open space and pushes me up against a large tree.

"What are you-" His lips crash onto mine. His tongue entering my mouth.

I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do. But after a minute, I give in. Not caring about the small argument we had earlier this morning, not caring about the girl he was with, and not caring that Louis might be helplessly be looking for the two of us, I pull his body closer. Feeling his naked chest with my hands.

Niall presses his lower body into me, instantly feeling his already large erection against my thigh. I moan into his mouth feeling the pressure in between my legs.

His hands find my shirt. Knowing he has the temptation to rip it off, he slides his hand under, feeling my left breast. Teasing my nipple as he kisses me. I feel the bark scratching my back as Niall lifts me to have my legs wrap around him. His fingers wander around my button. Undoing it he pulls them above my knees, holding me tightly in his arms.

Niall uses his body to keep me against the wall as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his lighter. All in a swift movement he takes a foiled packet, and has the condom on

I'm not going to lie, not planning on holding back.

He inserts two fingers inside me, biting his lip. His beautiful teeth in view.

"Mm, your so wet. It's going to be easy" He pulls out, his hips pound into me. I moan loudly, the sound being heard from above.

"Fuck" Niall leans his head against my shoulder. My hand gripping his hair and my nails digging into his back. My moans beginning to get louder and louder.

"N-Niall" I try to say but instead pull his head closer to mine. My lips touching his ear. My teeth graze over his earlobe causing his head to turn and bite on the skin that was already bruised. I suck in a breath. Shutting my eyes closed.

"Century" he breathes.

"Niall" I reply his hips thrusting, and swaying quickening his movements.

"Century"

"Niall"

"Century

"Niall"

"Century"

"Niall"

That's how it went calling each other's name for who knows how long. However long it was, I was moving with the pleasure building inside me.

Slowly he comes to an end. Keeping himself inside me as he leans his full body onto mine. Breathing heavily and having his head laying on my shoulder. My arms stay wrapped around him, running my fingers up and down his back.

We stay silent. For the longest while until Niall pulls away tossing the condom away and buttoning his shorts.

"I couldn't fucking help myself" Niall whispers-yells. More to himself than to me. He grips his hair, pulling on it like he was ready to rip them off.

I stand weakly on my legs, pulling my pants up with the strength that I have. I fix my shirt keeping my eyes on Niall as he looks down at the floor almost, ashamed. Of himself. Or what he did.

"Niall" I slowly walk up to him closer, breathless.

"Niall" I repeat. This time his head snaps to look at me. I stop a few inches away from him. Looking at his sex-hair. It suits him. I try to fix my hair my eyes still locked with Niall's.

He turns his body so that he faces me. His chest touching mine and again I feel the sensational feeling coursing through my veins just at the soft touch of contact I make with him. He looks down at me, his eyes lazy and tired. The bags under his eyes show he hasn't slept at all. I hadn't even noticed them when I saw him at the Chinese place.