Simmer Down and Pucker Up
Three
I left the hazy bathroom, making my way out to the living-area which I hoped was empty.
Zayn was perched up on the couch and he looked perfect. He was shirtless and his eyes were glued to the TV which was going over sports highlights. I quietly walked over, sitting as far away as I possibly could from him.
His eyes were on me in an instant, “Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you to wake up?”
I shrugged, “Why?”
“Liam, Niall and Louis are out, doing fun things before the show and you have spent the last two days sleeping,” he scooted closer to me, pulling me into his arms with force, “I missed you, you shit.”
A kiss was placed on the top of my head, “I’m not the shit, you’re the shit.”
I leaned into his arms, smiling at the sound of his voice, “I know; I suck.”
My eyes slowly closed, “Fuck no, you are not going back to sleep.”
I sat up, looking at him with a frown, “But I’m so tired.”
He took my hands into his, looking me straight in the eyes, “I know that the reason you have been a sloth lately is my fault and I am sorry.”
I looked down, a small smile creeping onto my lips, his hand tucked underneath my chin, bringing my eyes back to his, “I don’t like being the reason you are stressed out.”
His lips met mine, “I just want to make you happy,” he muttered as he moved his hand to my waist, pulling me towards him.
He didn’t hesitate to pull me on top of him; his hands slid up my waist, taking my shirt off in the process. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clasping my hands together, “I love you,” I said as I pulled away.
His eyes were on mine as a smile erupted onto his face, “Yeah?”
I nodded and kissed his neck, “Good,” He groaned as he brought his hands down to my hips, lifting me and standing up in the process.
He connected our lips as he began walking, kicking open the door that lead to a bedroom and throwing me down onto the bed. He stopped at the edge, taking his sweatpants off before joining me. I reached out for him, wrapping one arm around his neck and guiding him back on top of me. His lips met mine for a moment of heat as he moved his hand down to my shorts, swiftly pulling them off and taking his place between my legs.
He bit my lip as he pressed into me causing a moan to spill out of my mouth. His lips covered mine briefly before he moved them down my body, spending extra time at my breasts before continuing down. He hooked his fingers into my underwear and pulled them down, not hesitating to burry his face between my legs.
“Oh god, Zayn,” I called out as I dug my nails into his shoulder, his tongue swirled around, making me squirm underneath him.
He pulled away, bringing his lips to mine for a quick second as he grabbed his cellphone off of the nightstand, he had a smirk on his face as he held his phone, “You look incredible.”
My eyes widened, “Are you filming us?”
He laughed, “Here,” he handed me the phone, “I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t even care.”
I didn’t have a chance to argue because his tongue was back to work, I let out a loud moan as he wrapped his arms around my hips, pulling me closer to him. He looked up at me, his voice demanding, “Hold that camera steady.”
I opened my eyes, landing my gaze on his, he smirked as he dipped his head down. My mouth dropped open as I tossed my head back, the pleasure taking over all of my senses.
“Fuck, baby,” I called out as my hips bucked, his grip on me tightened holding me into place.
I hated to admit it, but it did look kind of hot watching him through the videocamera of his phone and my legs looked tan in the lighting—I gasped as his tongue slithered into me, halting all thoughts in my head. I was no longer able to control the volume of my own voice as my body shook underneath him. My right hand held his phone, trying my best to hold it still; I gripped onto him with my free hand, raking my nails across his shoulder and up his neck, running my fingers through his hair and tugging at the ends. He pulled away, leaving a kiss on my inner thigh as he looked up at me and smirked. He lowered his head, licking me from top to bottom and leaving me quivering beneath him. His tongue traced circles over the spot that would send me over the edge.
I rocked my hips, biting down on my lip as Zayn slid a finger into me; “I love it when you are soaking wet for me,” He said as he popped in a second finger causing me to gasp.
He grabbed the phone from my hand, taking away my responsibility and allowing me to fully let go. Zayn held his two fingers motionless, leaving me on the brink, I whimpered as he slowly moved his fingers inside of me. I looked up at him, his eyes were glued to me through his phone and a smirk was on his face, “Spencer.”
His voice was full of mischief; I swayed my hips against his fingers, letting out a string of continuous moans as I moved faster. My eyes slowly clamped shut, “Look at me.”
He moved his fingers up, finding the right spot as my breathing sped up. I looked up at the camera knowing that was what he wanted, I swung my head back and moaned as he brought his mouth down, pulling his fingers out and licking up all my juices, “You can’t come until I say so.”
I stared up at him, desperately wanting him to continue but he didn’t, he smirked as he traced his wet fingers up my body, stopping at my throat and gripping tightly, he continued upward, popping his fingers into my mouth so I could taste myself and letting out a groan of approval as I began sucking. I looked up at the camera, Zayn hovered over me, enthralled by my every move. I reached forward, rubbing his bulge through his briefs as his fingers moved from my mouth down to my breasts. I moved my hand up to his waistband and finally freed god’s one gift to women: Zayn Malik’s penis.
I didn’t hesitate to lean forward and wrap my lips around the head, tracing my tongue over the tip as Zayn groaned. I sucked harder and bobbed my head, gently nipping as I pulled back, looking up at him with longing, “Condom?”
He laughed as he shook his head, “We haven’t had sex in weeks—I want to feel you,” he spoke while he positioned himself between my legs, holding the camera right above.
He pressed himself against me before I had a chance to protest, letting out a shallow breath as he eased the tip in, “Fuck, girl, you’re so tight.”
Zayn didn’t bother to go slow, he pushed himself into me, stretching me open as he filled me up. I gripped onto his arm and let out a loud squeal, he leaned down, capturing my lips in a soft kiss. A throaty moan escaped my lips as he pulled away and slowly moved his hips. His free hand gripped onto my waist, pulling me towards him and yanking my legs open.
He pushed himself in deeper, smirking as I cried out, “That’s the spot you want, huh, baby?”
“Oh. My. God,” I breathed out as he thrusted into me, he leaned forward, pressing into me harder to stop my squirming. He traced his hand up my body and stopped at my neck, wrapping firmly around my throat as I let out a whimper.
He pointed the camera at my face as he began to go faster, “Oh god, Zayn don’t stop.”
He pounded into, gripping tighter onto my throat. My body convulsed as I rocked my hips with his. With each thrust he filled me up more. I clasped my hands into the sheets, trembling beneath him, I let out one final cry as the pleasure took over, leaving me lying there limp with shallow breathing.
Zayn slowed down, keeping the camera pointed at us as he pulled out. He looked down at me with a smirk before taking his hand and flipping me from my back to my stomach. I had no energy in me, but I managed to get on all fours as I grabbed a pillow to burry my face in. Zayn brought his hand up, whipping it back down against my ass cause me to cry out.
I felt him press against me, easing in only the tip as he let out a long groan, “Fuck,” We were still for a moment, adjusting to the snug fit, I slowly moved my hips back, taking in inch by inch.
“Yeah, baby, back that ass up,” Zayn grumbled, “make it dirty.”
I slowly shimmied my hips, slapping against him as I let my inner Shakira take over. I moved my lower half back and forth, panting as if I had been running a marathon, my hips found a rhythm with his, sending me close to the edge. Zayn reached up, grabbing my waist and pushed into me harder, a loud moan escaped my mouth as he sped up his thrusting, “Shit Zayn, I’m going to—”
“Wait for me, love, I’m almost there.”
I couldn’t hold it off anymore, my screams getting louder as I reached my peak. He didn’t stop moving his hips, speeding up his thrusts as a new chorus of moans left my mouth. He pumped into me, one final time before pulling out, letting out a series of groans as he spilled his warm goo onto my back.
He collapsed down next to me, I stayed perched up on my stomach as I stared into the lens of his phone, “Tell me you love me,” He demanded, his eyes burning into me.
I stared into the camera, with a dazed look on my face, “Zayn, darling,” I smiled at the grin that formed on his lips, “I love you.”
He tapped on his iPhone, setting it off to the side before leaning down and kissing my lips. He pulled away, pushing himself off the bed and grabbing a T-shirt off the floor, he kneeled onto the bed and hovered over me, wiping off the mess that he left on my back.
I rolled to my back and watched him toss the shirt onto the floor, “Come lay,” My voice was faint and my eyes were half closed.
Zayn walked over, sitting down on the bed and pulling the blanket over us as he laid down. I snuggled into him, the smile never leaving my lips as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. My eyes were closed as I felt him leave a kiss on my head and whisper, “I love you so much it scares me.”
XXX
When I opened my eyes Zayn was gone, I sat up, looking around the room, his luggage was nowhere to be found. I stood up a small smile forming on my lips as my eyes settled on the nightstand. I grabbed the bra and thong Zayn had laid out for me, noticing just how sore my body was as I quickly put them on. The shorts that I had been wearing earlier were hidden in the corner of the room, after putting them on I came to the realization that there was nothing else in the room. I walked out of the empty bedroom into the even emptier living room.
The only source of light was coming from the kitchen, I made my way over, grinning to myself as Zayn came into view. He had a bottle of rum in front of him which he casually sipped as he tapped at his phone. His face lit up as looked up, locking our gaze, “Hey.”
I walked over to him, stepping into his arms which he instinctively wrapped around me. I closed my eyes, taking in his scent and grinning as I opened them, pulling back to look up at him. His lips found mine briefly, he tasted like liquor and smoke, “Where is everyone?”
We stepped apart, he kept his hand on my neck, examining the damage he had left behind and smirking at me, “You might want to use some makeup.”
My hand moved to his, “Is it that bad?”
He chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, “This has a high collar,” He said as he helped dress me, buttoning up the shirt and popping the collar.
I laughed, slapping his hands away as I fixed the monstrosity he created, “Where is everyone,” I asked again.
“They’re all down at the show; the bus is loaded up, I packed your things for you.”
“Thanks b—”
“We need to talk.”
I swallowed, I hated this part, “What do you want to talk about?”
Zayn rolled his eyes at my attempt to be nonchalant, “You already know how I feel about you, right, love?”
I nodded, “And you already know how I feel about your wife.”
My bluntness stirred him up, he took a deep breath and let it out, settling his eyes on me as he tried to keep his voice calm, “She is not my wife.”
“You are my wife, you foolish girl,” He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me, “I need you to be patient with me.”
His eyes stared into mine, “Patient for what,” I tried to keep the venom out of my voice but the look on his face told me I had failed.
Zayn sighed, “I want you forever. We can go live on an island in the middle of nowhere and have a million babies—I love you.”
His words were genuine, which is why this part always hurt, “But you know how the record company is when it comes to our relationships; I can’t just break up with her that easily.”
He frowned at the look on my face, “Don’t get mad, but she is going to be in Paris with us.”
“What,” I snapped, it was one thing that he was engaged to her, but there was no way I was going to be able to tolerate her being around.
“The last time I saw her was a year ago, we have to do press together and postpone the engagement with some made up bullshit about our schedules; they’re making me do it,” His eyes pleaded at me to understand.
“Why don’t you just end it already?”
He laced his hand in mine, “I can’t do that, yet, but I will tell her.”
“I’ll tell her that I don’t love her and even though we may still have to pretend for the cameras, in my world, her and I are nothing.”
I looked up at him, a small smile tugging at my lips, “And you will tell her about us?”
Zayn laughed, “It has always been and always will be you; I will make sure she gets that.”
I beamed, “Promise?”
My arms wrapped around his neck, his eyes landed on mine as he nodded, “I will never lie to you again,” He muttered before trapping my lips.
Looooove Zayn!!! I feel kinda sorry for harry!
7/28/14