Always You || Simon Minter (miniminter)

Chapter 32

So with the re-write I decided to add some spiciness in earlier :) you're welcome teehee

The playlist had shifted to something slow and filthy, the kind that makes everyone sway a little too close. I was perched on the arm of the sofa, laughing at JJ reenacting some American security guard who'd called him "sir" about forty times, when Simon appeared beside me.

He didn't say anything at first, just slid his hand into mine, thumb stroking my knuckles once—his quiet code for I'm done sharing you tonight.

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Bed," he said, low enough that only I heard. "I'm knackered."

JJ spun around instantly. "Bed? It's barely two! You lightweight!"

Simon didn't even look at him. "Some of us don't run on LA time, mate."

I let Simon tug me up. JJ booed dramatically, throwing a cushion at Simon's head.

"Take her then," JJ sighed, mock-wounded.

"But I want her back for breakfast."

Simon flipped him off without turning around and steered me toward the stairs.

The second we hit the landing the noise dropped to a warm, distant thump. He pushed his bedroom door open, flicked on the little bedside lamp, and locked the door behind us.

I kicked off my shoes, smirking. "You're really selling this exhausted act."

Simon's eyes were already dark. "Who's acting?"

He stepped into me, hands sliding straight under my top, palms hot against my waist.

"Been watching you all night," he murmured against my mouth. "Laughing at his stories, dancing like an idiot with Tobi, looking like that in this skirt. I'm not tired, Millie. I'm fucking starving."

Then he kissed me—properly, filthy. Tongue sliding against mine, teeth nipping my bottom lip, one hand fisting in my hair while the other slipped down to grip my arse hard enough to make me gasp.

I shoved at his chest, breathless. "You said we were going to sleep."

"Changed my mind." He walked me backward until my knees hit the bed, then pushed me down onto it. "Sleep is for people who didn't just watch their girlfriend wind up half the Sidemen without realising it."

He crawled over me, yanking his T-shirt off in one smooth move. I got maybe half a second to admire the way the low light cut across his shoulders before his mouth was on my neck, sucking a mark just below my jaw that I'd have to hide tomorrow.

"Simon—" It came out shaky.

"Shh." He dragged my top up and off, bra following seconds later. "Door's locked. Music's loud. They're all pissed. No one's coming up here."

His hand slid under my skirt, fingers hooking into my panties and tugging them down my thighs. When he found me already wet, he groaned against my collarbone.

"Jesus, you're soaked."

"Been like this since you looked at me during that slow song," I admitted.

He laughed, rough and delighted, then pushed my thighs apart and settled between them like he belonged there. Two fingers slid inside me without warning, curling slow and perfect. My hips bucked.

"Quiet," he warned, smirking, even as his own breath hitched. "Unless you want JJ kicking the door down."

I bit my lip as he started moving—slow, deep strokes with his fingers while his thumb circled my clit. My hands scrambled for something to hold onto, finally fisting the duvet.

He watched my face the entire time, eyes hooded, lips parted, like wrecking me was his favourite hobby.

When I got close, he pulled his hand away. I actually whined.

"Patience," he teased, shoving his joggers and boxers down just far enough.

He dragged the head of his cock through me once, twice, coating himself, then pushed in with one slow, relentless thrust that made us both groan far too loud.

He froze, buried deep, forehead pressed to mine. "Fuck, you feel perfect."

Then he started moving—hard, steady strokes that had the headboard tapping out a rhythm against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails dragging down his back, trying so hard to stay quiet while he took me apart.

His hand slipped between us again, thumb finding my clit, and I came with his name muffled against his shoulder, whole body clenching around him.

He followed seconds later, hips stuttering, burying his face in my neck and swearing softly as he spilled inside me.
We stayed like that, panting, tangled, sweaty. He was still half-hard inside me when he started laughing quietly against my skin.

Downstairs, JJ's voice floated up the stairs: "If you two are asleep already I'm offended!"

Simon lifted his head just enough to shout back, voice deliciously wrecked: "Go to bed, JJ!"

A dramatic groan, then retreating footsteps.
Simon dropped back down, kissing me slow and lazy now.

"So much for sleep," I whispered.

He grinned against my mouth. "Round two in ten minutes. Then we'll sleep."

The party carried on downstairs.

Up here, we didn't sleep for a very long time.