Arrest Me (Mature ZM)

Chapter 11

He shut the door and I immediately pushed him against it, kissing his mouth passionately. My hands tangled through his hair and he let out a throaty moan.

His hands found my bum and he squeezed hard. He lifted me up and carried me over to his bed. He pushed me down and started caressing my chest. But he was doing it too hard and it hurt. I whimpered a little and he took it as pleasure.

The beer filled my mind as I pushed him down and kissed him hard. I grinded my hips into his and we both moaned loudly. I felt his c.ock against me and I closed my eyes. He wasn’t the biggest down there, but he was decent enough. We weren’t really afraid of anyone hearing us because the music was so loud.

Mark reached down and lifted my shirt off. His rough hands felt up my stomach and then grabbed my chest. I was glad that I was wearing my favorite bra that night. Mark’s eyes raked over my chest.

“Did you hear that?” Mark sat up.

“No,” I smiled and pushed him down again. I took his shirt off and kissed his abs.

“No, seriously,” Mark slurred and then the door to the room burst open and a flashlights was pointed on us.

“Police!” The man shouted. Mark pushed me off and barreled past the cop. The cop kept his light trained on me and then flashed it up to his face. The light illuminated his face and I saw that it was Zayn.

“Zayn,” I slurred and he put the flashlight back on me. He walked over to me and pulled the shirt on me. He handcuffed my hands. “Are you arresting me?” I sobbed.

“No,” He whispered and helped me stand up. “I’m taking you to my house. You’re drunk. But I need it to seem like I’m arresting you, okay?” I nodded and he started walking me out of the room and the house. When we got outside, there was police officers everywhere even in the house. “Keep your head down.” He whispered and I followed his directions. My heart raced as I stumbled to his car. We made it to his car and he undid the handcuffs. He opened the car door for me and I got in quickly. He slammed the door shut and walked around to his side. He got in quickly and sped off.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked him with slurred words. I was a little sobered up by the recent events.

“I told you earlier and you left, so I’m keeping my mouth shut,” He said quietly and drove down the streets. We stayed silent for the rest of the drive and it was very awkward. When we got to his house, he helped me out of the car.

He sat me down on a kitchen stool and poured me a glass of water. I drank all of it and then sighed. “I thought you didn’t have work today.”

“I picked up the shift to get my mind off of things,” He sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter. I nodded slowly and then Zayn handed me a package of saltines. “Eat these.” I ate about half of them and then sighed. “Follow me.” He started walking up the stairs and I followed him. “Feel free to take a shower and then you still have your clothes here, so you can sleep here.”

“Where will you sleep?” I questioned.

“On the couch,” He said and grabbed some clothes. His voice was monotone and he seemed upset.

“Zayn…”

“Its fine,” He said and walked out of the room quickly so I couldn’t say anything. I frowned and went to the bathroom. I took a shower and then changed into my clothes.

I sat down on the bed and then started feeling sick to my stomach. It felt like someone had put marbles in my stomach and jumbled me around. I got the feeling that I was going to puke so I shot up in the bed. I ran to the bathroom and puked up the saltines. I sat on the bathroom floor and put my head in my hands. The coldness of the tiles helped me not puke again, but I felt horrible. I was a mess. My head was spinning and I felt extremely dizzy. I regretted making out with Mark and the 3 other guys. My stomach felt like I was going to puke again, but as I laid there I realized that I wasn’t going to.