Bring It // EDITING

Chapter Thirty One*

*Warning Smut*

His lips met mine in a passionate kiss, my breath fanning over his own. His hands ran down my sides slowly, taking in every small curve of my body, holding me like I was a glass doll, fragile enough that the slightest movement would break me.

His hands slid under my dress, pulling it up slowly, kissing along the skin it exposed. I sighed, blinking slowly.

He pulled it off, standing to my height, kissing the top of my left breast, nibbling lightly. I moaned softly, rubbing his side, my nails grazing his skin. He licked all the way up to the base of my neck, kissing up to my ear.

"Why don't you lie down, make yourself comfortable." He said with a smirk.

I slowly sat down, staring at him as he pulled his pants down, leaving him in his tight black boxers. He crawled over to me, kissing me slowly as he leaned forward, making me lie down.

I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him down so my chest was pushed against his. He rolled his hips, brushing his member against my clit, making me jump.

"Don't worry, it'll only gonna get better." he said, biting my bottom lip. I groaned, rubbing my thighs together to create friction of some kind.

His hand pulled away, rubbing me through my thin panties, making my breath hitch. "I never got to use my hands, you're in for a fun time." he smirked. I laughed breathlessly. "How so?"

He tsked at me. "Haven't you ever heard that guitarists finger faster?"

My jaw dropped as I looked at him. He winked, capturing my lips in a hot kiss. I unhooked my bra, throwing it to the side. He hummed in delight, placing his face in between my breasts.

"I love yer tits, Lane." he muttered. I giggled. "Thanks, I grew 'em myself."

"Well, aren't ya just the liddle comedian when yer horny." he smirked, licking the valley between my breasts.

I moaned as his fingers working me through my panties.

"Yer accent gets thicker, too. That's fuckin' hot." he growled, kissing me roughly. I lightly drug my nails across his length through his boxers, making him shudder.

"Not dis time, baby doll. I'm not finished yet." he said, slowly sliding off me, kneeling in the floor. I leaned up a bit, staring at him between my legs.

"Why're ya so far away?" he asked, grabbing my ankles, "Get over 'ere."

He yanked me to him, kissing my thighs quickly, making me squirm. "Don't tease me, I'll kill ya." I muttered. He snorted.

"Bring it, Babe."

He yanked my panties down, licking a broad strip through my folds, a high pitched moan escaping through my wet lips.

"Fuck, oh my god, Niall." I moaned, arching my back as he flicked his tongue back and forth quickly, sending me into fits of pleasure. I grabbed my left breast to try and distract me a little from the pleasurable torture he gave me.

"Uh uh," he snapped, "leave those alone. They're mine."

"I'll have you know that they're- fuck- in fact mine." I sassed. He slapped the side of my thigh, making me huff.

"You're preoccupied anyway, shut up." I muttered, rubbing my face. He sucked on my clit roughly, making me squeak.

"Hands off."

"Then where do I put'em?" I huffed, pulling away. He looked up with a wild smirk. "Yank my hair, Delaney. Hard."

I slipped my hands through his soft hair, latching on. "I didn't know you were into that kink."