The Bad Boy I Didn't Expect *On Hold*
Tease Me
A/N: Hello my lovely little pancakes!!!! Merry Christmas!!! I really wanted to get this out to you as a Christmas present form me to you! WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL GET INAPPROPRIATE. I hate to ruin it, but I really want to warn you that it gets bad. Because I don't know all the ages to my readers, but whatevs. I have a dirty mind, and I like to share it with all of you c:
So, I mention in this chapter how they are listening to 'Double Rainbow' By Katy Perry. You can listen to it if you want, I'm not really recommending it but if you like listening to music while reading then listen to it! c: I don't even know if it goes well with it, but YOLO. This chapter may also not be that long but I just wanted to get it out to you that bad. Because I WANT YOU TO HAVE FEELS MWHUUAHAHAHAHA. <.< >.> Enough blabbering Anna. Let them read. Love yous! <33
Chapter 15- *Tease Me*
I tilt my head to the side, admiring this dress that Zayn took thought into buying for me “Is it a bit too much? I’m sorry” I hear the sadness in his voice as the dress lowers onto his crossed legs. I quickly move into motion “No, I love it! I’m just… surprised” I retaliate, not sure of what to say “Why are you surprised?” He snorts, tickling my ear with the bits of hair around his mouth. I don’t say anything else as I take the dress from his hands and remove myself from the bed. Standing on the side and holding it up, I admire it. It really is pretty; I just don’t want other guys whistling at me or something. It’ll be weird. But then again, Zayn will be with me.
I don’t know how long I’m standing there looking at it until Zayn’s voice runs through my ears “You should try it on..” I look down at Zayn who sits with the palm of his hand on his mouth, those precious eyes watching me with sincerity. He tries muffling the question but I had clearly heard it. Now is the time that you decide to be a big girl again, or a pussy. Undress in front of him! You’ve done it before, why not do it again? Do it, you know you want too. I’m not afraid to undress in front of him, I just.. I’m not good at that kind of stuff.. The first few times were really bad..
I scrunch the dress to my chest as I look at the ground biting my lip, debating if I should or shouldn’t. Just pretend he isn’t here. Christina Aguilera plays quietly on the side of my room, the song coming to an end as ‘Double Rainbow’ starts to play quietly. Just pretend he isn’t here. I repeat to myself as I take a quiet breath, I set the dress down near the edge of the bed. Ignoring Zayn’s now focused gaze on me, my sweatpants pool at my feet while gripping my t-shirt and throwing it to the side. My cheeks flare, standing in my bra and underwear I reach for the dress as it’s tugged away from me. Zayn watches me with big eyes, throwing the dress behind his self; he gets up from my bed. I stand awkwardly bowing my head and entangling my fingers together.
What is he doing? His footsteps creep slowly around me before stopping to stand behind me. My heart beats rapidly, what is he doing? I keep asking myself.I hear creepy silence, no movements but the slight warmth radiating off of his body onto my bare skin. Hot breaths get closer and closer to my ear, he breaths hot air in the right spot on my ear causing me to tingle and come undone; his nose nuzzles my ear before a nibble is replaced. His hands are placed on my hips and that is when the lump comes to my throat and everything seems so unreal.
He’s touching me, kissing me. The desire between us is so impeccable. He stops nibbling on my ear as he trails light kisses along my neck, moving my hair to the side; kissing the soft skin there.
My skin raises, goose bumps forming and all I do is stand here like a complete dumb fuck. I try keeping myself together, try to breathe steadily and try to keep my heart rate steady, keeping any noises from escaping my mouth. It’s so hard because I’m getting so turned on, and he’s so incredibly hot. My head falls to the side, giving him more access to my neck. His hands hold me steady on my hips before his fingers crawl up my skin, going agonizingly slow before inching his hand atop my covered breast. We rock side to side slowly, our breathing moving steadily in sync. I rest my back on his chest; bringing my arms up and wrapping them around his neck. My breasts extend outwards, causing Zayn to give it a squeeze.
I try holding it back but a very quiet whimper slips out of my mouth. Hoping he didn’t hear it I mold myself into Zayn’s body. He chuckles, continuing to kiss along my neck and across my shoulder. Giving another squeeze, I arch back slightly enjoying the attention he’s giving me. A deep, gurgled chuckle runs from his mouth; he stops his kissing as he rests his head on my upper back. Everything seems to stop for a moment before his hand moves from my hip and starts to fiddle with the lining of my panties. Giving me time to let him have his way, or completely stop everything. I do nothing as his fingers inch inside, barely touching the smooth skin on my pubic bone, sending chills all along my body. Keeping me occupied on his lower hand, his other hand quickly slips itself under my bra and massages me generously.
A whimpered “Mm” escapes my lips as he treats me well. His hand on my lower region now moves between the slit of my skin, his finger running along my sensitive clit then dipping inside me slowly. I suck in a breath through my teeth, clenching my walls at the new contact that is explicit “So wet..” He breathes sucking on my earlobe. My fingers dig into his back, my eyes screwing shut at this new feeling that I am enjoying so much. Oh the pleasure.
My hand comes back and I place it on his forearm as he continues. His hand reciprocates and pulls out, leaving me hot and bothered. No, don’t stop please. My eyes open slightly, peeking through the slit of my eyes; the wet reflection on his finger comes up and I hear the sucking sound of Zayn’s lips smacking, sucking on his finger. Not even a second goes by and his finger is out of his mouth, settling it in between my thighs he spreads them further apart before long, slender fingers are in me again. The contact of wet to wet feels exhilarating, making me get an unusual feeling in my under belly. My core ignites with more of his touch on me, in me, all around me. His upper hand now rolls his thumb and pointer finger between my hardened nipple. Squeezing and feeling the sensation pierce through my body. I have tried to play with myself before, but I could never make myself cum. In that manner, I still know nothing, and I still don’t know how to do anything sex related.
My hair curtains my half open eyes, my mouth apart with the quiet heavy breathing moving in and out of me. My legs feel weak and I start to quiver from the movements and sensations. Zayn feels me wobble and shake weakly and moves us to lie on my bed. He removes his hand from my underwear and slips it around me, holding me close to his body. His right hand fixes my bra on my chest and sucks on his finger once more; that familiar smacking sound and he sinks back into my underwear. This time inching his way slowly, our eyes lock, our breathing both heavy and uneasy. He’s taking precaution and I can’t take this anymore, I need a kiss from those plump precious lips. My hands immediately cup his face, locking our lips and making more contact for the both of us. I spread my legs wider, so his access is easier, he complies and his wet finger is dipping in once more. This time going deeper than before, I yelp with bits of pain and pleasure.
My hands move along his face, gripping the shoulders of his black t-shirt and pulling firmly. Our kisses deepen and he bites my lip, tickling it with his tongue. His hand that wraps around me pulls back and reaches the back of the material, pulling it over his head and throwing it off the bed. His shirtless torso comes closer with mine, the tattoos covering his body inflicts me. The pendants on his necklaces dangle on my burning skin in the valley of my chest. Our mouths are replaced with smiles as my palms enlace freely in his hair, kissing him firmly and showing him that I want this to continue. His hand runs up my inner thigh, pushing my legs apart once more and his finger entering me, desirably slow. His other fingers circle with a few strands of hair on my cheek. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, this feeling so interesting and exciting. I want to touch him, show him my appreciation and please him the best way I can like he is to me.
As if my silent pleas have been answered, our lips still attached with eachother, he releases his finger from my hair, reaching for my hand he pulls it down closer to his jeans. I hear the button pop and the zipper sliding down, and before I knew it his hand was grappling on his member and pulling it out through the hole of his boxers. I didn’t peek once, but we all know what is down a man’s pants. I tend to him quickly; cupping my hand around him, like you would hang onto a rod. He’s very warm, very hard, very large and ready to burst at any given moment.
This turns me on much more and I feel my core start to heat more, butterflies form and I don’t know what is happening but my body is starting to shiver continuously, and I’m getting dry sweats. Zayn’s finger shoves down deeper, pushing it in all the way, repeating the movements constantly. More light moans leave my mouth, I have never wanted to be touched so much before. Zayn’s lip comes in contact with my neck, attacking the hickey that he had left there a while ago. My hand starts to move in motion, doing the best I can because I have no fucking idea what I am doing, I move my hand up and down in a rubbing motion.
My hand is small compared to what I am grabbing onto. Zayn’s body encloses around me, his mouth apart on my collarbone. As if this boy has caused enough, he gallantly pulls the strap of my bra down my shoulder, kissing the soft skin blissfully. His actions don’t stop as his finger continues to move inside me, now doing a new motion; swirling. I moan into his ear, my walls clench around him as I arch my back slightly to get the feeling in me any deeper. He smiles against me, reaching for the hooking on my bra; he unclips it causing my tits to pop out of the cups. He lamely throws the piece over my head, up near the dress that pooled near the pillow of my bed.
I would stop him, tell him ‘he isn’t allowed to look me’ but I just can’t do it. I am enjoying this way too much for him to stop now. He stops moving for a beat, taking in the scene of my chest with wide wondrous eyes before continuing his motions. My chest rises and falls heavily, looking down at Zayn who stares hungrily before wrapping his lips around my areola. I close my eyes to stop myself from watching such an angel do something completely naughty and nerve-racking.
I let out a pleasured groan as I feel his tongue lightly lick my hardened nipple, then nipping at it slightly; teasing me. I swallow; my throat dry from breathing so much and not moving saliva around in my mouth. I still stroke Zayn the best I can, rubbing my thumb atop his head feeling pre cum arise and spurt out. I continue gliding along him, the skin now becoming silky and smooth as I spread the come along him. I open my eyes looking down at Zayn who suckled me gently; Watching me with those precious brown eyes I can’t help but get lost into every time.
He stares playfully, his exotic beauty overfilling me while his mouth is on my now moist nipple. Looking prettier than ever around me, I moan at everything that has happened and is still happening. Zayn successfully seduced me (Even though he really has no problem in doing so in the first place) and now we are on my bed, both of our pre juices seeping through. I feel wetness run along the valley of my chest; opening my eyes once more Zayn’s long tongue runs up my valley, leaving butterfly kisses along my neck. Bringing himself closer and smiling into a chastised kiss, he breathes heavily in my ear.
“I know I shouldn’t be asking but..” I give his cock another pump and more pre cum rides out, I don’t think he can hold on any longer “Can I cum on you?..” he groans, hushing huskily in my ear, pleading me with desire. I oblige, but with no words; instead I cup his cheek, giving him a sloppy kiss. He takes it as a yes, now positioning himself so his dick lays just on the curve of my breast. I now take in the full view of him; large and decently long. The end of his shaft sprinkles with black pubic hair; perfectly groomed and trimmed.
His face hovers above me; giving up on making me orgasm he pulls his finger out and rests his hands flat on either side of my head. I really don’t mind on him making me cum because I’d rather watch him any time of any day come undone before me. He pleads with brown eyes, watching me with care of his expectation for me to finish the deed. His cheeks puff in and out, his eyes shutting tightly trying very hard to keep a straight face but failing miserably. I pump him maliciously, trying my very best to finish him. Please for once Aubrey, don’t fuck up and just help the poor kid orgasm.
Zayn’s head lowers and rests his forehead against mine, our sincerity for eachother uprising. Sucking in through gritted teeth, his eyes squeeze shut once more and I feel strands of warmth shoot diagonally up my breast. A few more hot strings pulsate from him, his body tumbles on top of mine. Both of us breathing heavily, our naked chests press together, the warmth on my breast now becoming cool and sticky. I lay still, reminiscing the touches and faint kisses. You finished him, good job Aubrey. You should be proud. I’m lost to this boy, I want to belong to him, and be his forever.
How sincere we were with eachother, the delicateness between the both of us. I have never given a hand job; thus Zayn was my first experience and I would gladly do it again with him. I have never felt so open and alive with someone, this was amazing and just imagine having sex with him.. The thoughts jumble in my now worried brain. He still doesn’t know I’m a virgin, will I tell him? And if, when? Zayn’s dick softens between us; comfortable silence is all around, enveloping us into the atmosphere. Zayn’s body feebly wobbles; adjusting himself so his mouth is near my ear “I’m sorry” He hushes.
My brows furrow even though he isn’t looking at me, his head lies in the crook of my neck, his breath tickling me faintly “What for?” I ask ending with a nervous chuckle. He gets back on his knees beside me, resting his palms on either side of my face again. His eyes search mine, moving side to side. Letting out an annoyed sigh with himself; he gets up from on top of me. Did I do something wrong? He shoves his now soft member back into his black boxers, zipping and buttoning them back up.
“Wait here” He points as I lay on the bed, watching with curiosity. He turns on his heel, his tanned back arching and flexing as he walks into the bathroom. Leaving me cold and topless I listen, waiting for him to come back. Sitting up on my elbows I watch through the slight crack of the door, hearing little shuffles and feet padding on the tiled floor “Where are the wash cloths?” He calls, a bit of aggravation in his voice. “Cabinet next to the sink” I call back, awaiting for him to return I begin to wonder why he’s asking for a wash cloth until I feel the wetness of his seamen start to dribble down my chest. I hear his feet pad across the floor again, hearing the cabinet open and close; water runs for a few seconds until it turns silent. The door opens wide, Zayn entering with a pink wash cloth in hand.
His knee comes in contact with my bed, kneeling beside me and watching me with sincere eyes. The warm sensation from the wash cloth touches my skin, Zayn wiping away the cum that he protruded upon me. He wipes lightly, careful not to rub too hard or too fast with it. I watch him carefully “What are you sorry for?” I ask again, concern in my voice. He runs the cloth on the roundness of my breast, causing me to shiver with delight. Zayn sighs, keeping silent for a moment before speaking “For this” He motions with his head, nodding down to me. For what cumming on me? I keep quiet, trying to gather my thoughts as he runs the cloth along my chest. “Don’t be sorry” I murmur, it’s fine Zayn really. “Aubrey, I feel I ruined you, like I went to far. I didn’t wait for you to give me an answer. I’m sorry..” He adds, his brows furrowing in anticipation.
My mouth opens to say something before Zayn interrupts me “I want to be with you, I don’t want to fuck it up for doing something completely stupid and have my dick taking over my mind” He relishes, talking in a fast pace like it’s something he has been wanting to get off his chest. He sighs again, throwing the cloth to the side. I take my chance now that he doesn’t have his eyes on me. Jumping on top of him, I straddle his hips. Taken completely by surprise he watches me with wide eyes “Okay first off that was probably the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me-“Really?” He interrupts.
“Yes, I like when you tease me. And second I wanted you to do it, if I didn’t want you to I would have said so. In conclusion, I enjoyed every second of it” I huff, licking my lips. His Johnny apple seed goes up and down nervously; before his mouth is replaced with a dumbass grin “You look really sexy from this position” He ends with a devilish smirk as he looks down at my bare chest. Completely forgetting that I was still topless I yelp, falling back putting my hands over my chest to cover myself from Zayn’s evil eyes. He takes the opportunity, kneeling above me, both of us burst out laughing like children.
Everything is going fine with us, I finally had my first sexual experience with Zayn and it was amazing. But what if it all ends when I tell him I know nothing, and I’ve never had sex?..
So, I mention in this chapter how they are listening to 'Double Rainbow' By Katy Perry. You can listen to it if you want, I'm not really recommending it but if you like listening to music while reading then listen to it! c: I don't even know if it goes well with it, but YOLO. This chapter may also not be that long but I just wanted to get it out to you that bad. Because I WANT YOU TO HAVE FEELS MWHUUAHAHAHAHA. <.< >.> Enough blabbering Anna. Let them read. Love yous! <33
Chapter 15- *Tease Me*
I tilt my head to the side, admiring this dress that Zayn took thought into buying for me “Is it a bit too much? I’m sorry” I hear the sadness in his voice as the dress lowers onto his crossed legs. I quickly move into motion “No, I love it! I’m just… surprised” I retaliate, not sure of what to say “Why are you surprised?” He snorts, tickling my ear with the bits of hair around his mouth. I don’t say anything else as I take the dress from his hands and remove myself from the bed. Standing on the side and holding it up, I admire it. It really is pretty; I just don’t want other guys whistling at me or something. It’ll be weird. But then again, Zayn will be with me.
I don’t know how long I’m standing there looking at it until Zayn’s voice runs through my ears “You should try it on..” I look down at Zayn who sits with the palm of his hand on his mouth, those precious eyes watching me with sincerity. He tries muffling the question but I had clearly heard it. Now is the time that you decide to be a big girl again, or a pussy. Undress in front of him! You’ve done it before, why not do it again? Do it, you know you want too. I’m not afraid to undress in front of him, I just.. I’m not good at that kind of stuff.. The first few times were really bad..
I scrunch the dress to my chest as I look at the ground biting my lip, debating if I should or shouldn’t. Just pretend he isn’t here. Christina Aguilera plays quietly on the side of my room, the song coming to an end as ‘Double Rainbow’ starts to play quietly. Just pretend he isn’t here. I repeat to myself as I take a quiet breath, I set the dress down near the edge of the bed. Ignoring Zayn’s now focused gaze on me, my sweatpants pool at my feet while gripping my t-shirt and throwing it to the side. My cheeks flare, standing in my bra and underwear I reach for the dress as it’s tugged away from me. Zayn watches me with big eyes, throwing the dress behind his self; he gets up from my bed. I stand awkwardly bowing my head and entangling my fingers together.
What is he doing? His footsteps creep slowly around me before stopping to stand behind me. My heart beats rapidly, what is he doing? I keep asking myself.I hear creepy silence, no movements but the slight warmth radiating off of his body onto my bare skin. Hot breaths get closer and closer to my ear, he breaths hot air in the right spot on my ear causing me to tingle and come undone; his nose nuzzles my ear before a nibble is replaced. His hands are placed on my hips and that is when the lump comes to my throat and everything seems so unreal.
He’s touching me, kissing me. The desire between us is so impeccable. He stops nibbling on my ear as he trails light kisses along my neck, moving my hair to the side; kissing the soft skin there.
My skin raises, goose bumps forming and all I do is stand here like a complete dumb fuck. I try keeping myself together, try to breathe steadily and try to keep my heart rate steady, keeping any noises from escaping my mouth. It’s so hard because I’m getting so turned on, and he’s so incredibly hot. My head falls to the side, giving him more access to my neck. His hands hold me steady on my hips before his fingers crawl up my skin, going agonizingly slow before inching his hand atop my covered breast. We rock side to side slowly, our breathing moving steadily in sync. I rest my back on his chest; bringing my arms up and wrapping them around his neck. My breasts extend outwards, causing Zayn to give it a squeeze.
I try holding it back but a very quiet whimper slips out of my mouth. Hoping he didn’t hear it I mold myself into Zayn’s body. He chuckles, continuing to kiss along my neck and across my shoulder. Giving another squeeze, I arch back slightly enjoying the attention he’s giving me. A deep, gurgled chuckle runs from his mouth; he stops his kissing as he rests his head on my upper back. Everything seems to stop for a moment before his hand moves from my hip and starts to fiddle with the lining of my panties. Giving me time to let him have his way, or completely stop everything. I do nothing as his fingers inch inside, barely touching the smooth skin on my pubic bone, sending chills all along my body. Keeping me occupied on his lower hand, his other hand quickly slips itself under my bra and massages me generously.
A whimpered “Mm” escapes my lips as he treats me well. His hand on my lower region now moves between the slit of my skin, his finger running along my sensitive clit then dipping inside me slowly. I suck in a breath through my teeth, clenching my walls at the new contact that is explicit “So wet..” He breathes sucking on my earlobe. My fingers dig into his back, my eyes screwing shut at this new feeling that I am enjoying so much. Oh the pleasure.
My hand comes back and I place it on his forearm as he continues. His hand reciprocates and pulls out, leaving me hot and bothered. No, don’t stop please. My eyes open slightly, peeking through the slit of my eyes; the wet reflection on his finger comes up and I hear the sucking sound of Zayn’s lips smacking, sucking on his finger. Not even a second goes by and his finger is out of his mouth, settling it in between my thighs he spreads them further apart before long, slender fingers are in me again. The contact of wet to wet feels exhilarating, making me get an unusual feeling in my under belly. My core ignites with more of his touch on me, in me, all around me. His upper hand now rolls his thumb and pointer finger between my hardened nipple. Squeezing and feeling the sensation pierce through my body. I have tried to play with myself before, but I could never make myself cum. In that manner, I still know nothing, and I still don’t know how to do anything sex related.
My hair curtains my half open eyes, my mouth apart with the quiet heavy breathing moving in and out of me. My legs feel weak and I start to quiver from the movements and sensations. Zayn feels me wobble and shake weakly and moves us to lie on my bed. He removes his hand from my underwear and slips it around me, holding me close to his body. His right hand fixes my bra on my chest and sucks on his finger once more; that familiar smacking sound and he sinks back into my underwear. This time inching his way slowly, our eyes lock, our breathing both heavy and uneasy. He’s taking precaution and I can’t take this anymore, I need a kiss from those plump precious lips. My hands immediately cup his face, locking our lips and making more contact for the both of us. I spread my legs wider, so his access is easier, he complies and his wet finger is dipping in once more. This time going deeper than before, I yelp with bits of pain and pleasure.
My hands move along his face, gripping the shoulders of his black t-shirt and pulling firmly. Our kisses deepen and he bites my lip, tickling it with his tongue. His hand that wraps around me pulls back and reaches the back of the material, pulling it over his head and throwing it off the bed. His shirtless torso comes closer with mine, the tattoos covering his body inflicts me. The pendants on his necklaces dangle on my burning skin in the valley of my chest. Our mouths are replaced with smiles as my palms enlace freely in his hair, kissing him firmly and showing him that I want this to continue. His hand runs up my inner thigh, pushing my legs apart once more and his finger entering me, desirably slow. His other fingers circle with a few strands of hair on my cheek. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, this feeling so interesting and exciting. I want to touch him, show him my appreciation and please him the best way I can like he is to me.
As if my silent pleas have been answered, our lips still attached with eachother, he releases his finger from my hair, reaching for my hand he pulls it down closer to his jeans. I hear the button pop and the zipper sliding down, and before I knew it his hand was grappling on his member and pulling it out through the hole of his boxers. I didn’t peek once, but we all know what is down a man’s pants. I tend to him quickly; cupping my hand around him, like you would hang onto a rod. He’s very warm, very hard, very large and ready to burst at any given moment.
This turns me on much more and I feel my core start to heat more, butterflies form and I don’t know what is happening but my body is starting to shiver continuously, and I’m getting dry sweats. Zayn’s finger shoves down deeper, pushing it in all the way, repeating the movements constantly. More light moans leave my mouth, I have never wanted to be touched so much before. Zayn’s lip comes in contact with my neck, attacking the hickey that he had left there a while ago. My hand starts to move in motion, doing the best I can because I have no fucking idea what I am doing, I move my hand up and down in a rubbing motion.
My hand is small compared to what I am grabbing onto. Zayn’s body encloses around me, his mouth apart on my collarbone. As if this boy has caused enough, he gallantly pulls the strap of my bra down my shoulder, kissing the soft skin blissfully. His actions don’t stop as his finger continues to move inside me, now doing a new motion; swirling. I moan into his ear, my walls clench around him as I arch my back slightly to get the feeling in me any deeper. He smiles against me, reaching for the hooking on my bra; he unclips it causing my tits to pop out of the cups. He lamely throws the piece over my head, up near the dress that pooled near the pillow of my bed.
I would stop him, tell him ‘he isn’t allowed to look me’ but I just can’t do it. I am enjoying this way too much for him to stop now. He stops moving for a beat, taking in the scene of my chest with wide wondrous eyes before continuing his motions. My chest rises and falls heavily, looking down at Zayn who stares hungrily before wrapping his lips around my areola. I close my eyes to stop myself from watching such an angel do something completely naughty and nerve-racking.
I let out a pleasured groan as I feel his tongue lightly lick my hardened nipple, then nipping at it slightly; teasing me. I swallow; my throat dry from breathing so much and not moving saliva around in my mouth. I still stroke Zayn the best I can, rubbing my thumb atop his head feeling pre cum arise and spurt out. I continue gliding along him, the skin now becoming silky and smooth as I spread the come along him. I open my eyes looking down at Zayn who suckled me gently; Watching me with those precious brown eyes I can’t help but get lost into every time.
He stares playfully, his exotic beauty overfilling me while his mouth is on my now moist nipple. Looking prettier than ever around me, I moan at everything that has happened and is still happening. Zayn successfully seduced me (Even though he really has no problem in doing so in the first place) and now we are on my bed, both of our pre juices seeping through. I feel wetness run along the valley of my chest; opening my eyes once more Zayn’s long tongue runs up my valley, leaving butterfly kisses along my neck. Bringing himself closer and smiling into a chastised kiss, he breathes heavily in my ear.
“I know I shouldn’t be asking but..” I give his cock another pump and more pre cum rides out, I don’t think he can hold on any longer “Can I cum on you?..” he groans, hushing huskily in my ear, pleading me with desire. I oblige, but with no words; instead I cup his cheek, giving him a sloppy kiss. He takes it as a yes, now positioning himself so his dick lays just on the curve of my breast. I now take in the full view of him; large and decently long. The end of his shaft sprinkles with black pubic hair; perfectly groomed and trimmed.
His face hovers above me; giving up on making me orgasm he pulls his finger out and rests his hands flat on either side of my head. I really don’t mind on him making me cum because I’d rather watch him any time of any day come undone before me. He pleads with brown eyes, watching me with care of his expectation for me to finish the deed. His cheeks puff in and out, his eyes shutting tightly trying very hard to keep a straight face but failing miserably. I pump him maliciously, trying my very best to finish him. Please for once Aubrey, don’t fuck up and just help the poor kid orgasm.
Zayn’s head lowers and rests his forehead against mine, our sincerity for eachother uprising. Sucking in through gritted teeth, his eyes squeeze shut once more and I feel strands of warmth shoot diagonally up my breast. A few more hot strings pulsate from him, his body tumbles on top of mine. Both of us breathing heavily, our naked chests press together, the warmth on my breast now becoming cool and sticky. I lay still, reminiscing the touches and faint kisses. You finished him, good job Aubrey. You should be proud. I’m lost to this boy, I want to belong to him, and be his forever.
How sincere we were with eachother, the delicateness between the both of us. I have never given a hand job; thus Zayn was my first experience and I would gladly do it again with him. I have never felt so open and alive with someone, this was amazing and just imagine having sex with him.. The thoughts jumble in my now worried brain. He still doesn’t know I’m a virgin, will I tell him? And if, when? Zayn’s dick softens between us; comfortable silence is all around, enveloping us into the atmosphere. Zayn’s body feebly wobbles; adjusting himself so his mouth is near my ear “I’m sorry” He hushes.
My brows furrow even though he isn’t looking at me, his head lies in the crook of my neck, his breath tickling me faintly “What for?” I ask ending with a nervous chuckle. He gets back on his knees beside me, resting his palms on either side of my face again. His eyes search mine, moving side to side. Letting out an annoyed sigh with himself; he gets up from on top of me. Did I do something wrong? He shoves his now soft member back into his black boxers, zipping and buttoning them back up.
“Wait here” He points as I lay on the bed, watching with curiosity. He turns on his heel, his tanned back arching and flexing as he walks into the bathroom. Leaving me cold and topless I listen, waiting for him to come back. Sitting up on my elbows I watch through the slight crack of the door, hearing little shuffles and feet padding on the tiled floor “Where are the wash cloths?” He calls, a bit of aggravation in his voice. “Cabinet next to the sink” I call back, awaiting for him to return I begin to wonder why he’s asking for a wash cloth until I feel the wetness of his seamen start to dribble down my chest. I hear his feet pad across the floor again, hearing the cabinet open and close; water runs for a few seconds until it turns silent. The door opens wide, Zayn entering with a pink wash cloth in hand.
His knee comes in contact with my bed, kneeling beside me and watching me with sincere eyes. The warm sensation from the wash cloth touches my skin, Zayn wiping away the cum that he protruded upon me. He wipes lightly, careful not to rub too hard or too fast with it. I watch him carefully “What are you sorry for?” I ask again, concern in my voice. He runs the cloth on the roundness of my breast, causing me to shiver with delight. Zayn sighs, keeping silent for a moment before speaking “For this” He motions with his head, nodding down to me. For what cumming on me? I keep quiet, trying to gather my thoughts as he runs the cloth along my chest. “Don’t be sorry” I murmur, it’s fine Zayn really. “Aubrey, I feel I ruined you, like I went to far. I didn’t wait for you to give me an answer. I’m sorry..” He adds, his brows furrowing in anticipation.
My mouth opens to say something before Zayn interrupts me “I want to be with you, I don’t want to fuck it up for doing something completely stupid and have my dick taking over my mind” He relishes, talking in a fast pace like it’s something he has been wanting to get off his chest. He sighs again, throwing the cloth to the side. I take my chance now that he doesn’t have his eyes on me. Jumping on top of him, I straddle his hips. Taken completely by surprise he watches me with wide eyes “Okay first off that was probably the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me-“Really?” He interrupts.
“Yes, I like when you tease me. And second I wanted you to do it, if I didn’t want you to I would have said so. In conclusion, I enjoyed every second of it” I huff, licking my lips. His Johnny apple seed goes up and down nervously; before his mouth is replaced with a dumbass grin “You look really sexy from this position” He ends with a devilish smirk as he looks down at my bare chest. Completely forgetting that I was still topless I yelp, falling back putting my hands over my chest to cover myself from Zayn’s evil eyes. He takes the opportunity, kneeling above me, both of us burst out laughing like children.
Everything is going fine with us, I finally had my first sexual experience with Zayn and it was amazing. But what if it all ends when I tell him I know nothing, and I’ve never had sex?..
Notes
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