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In Too Deep

Eight

Niall sat down on the sofa a beer in his hand. He dug through the assignments on his table. He wanted to read Wylla's first in class. Her's would be the best so he wanted to start there. Niall groaned a bit as the memory of his shameful incident filled his mind. After a moment, he smiled and leaned back as he pulled Wylla's paper from the stack. She had been so worried about him. She was the first one up to come to assist him. She almost refused to leave until she knew he was okay Even though he'd told her he didn't want it, Wylla had sent the nurse to the class to check on his head. It filled him with a bit of happiness knowing that Wylla cared so much for his well being. But he also didn't know if she was like that with everyone. Niall shook his head and tried to get into reading her assignment. Niall read the little title with a grin; he'd not really noticed it in class. He loved her creativity. He flipped it open to the first page, sinking into the sofa. He was ready for it. He'd only read a bit of it. He couldn't wait to see what her paper really had in store for him.

Niall pulled Wylla's assignment closer to his face as the words grew more and more intriguing. He smiled as he got to the part that had made him flip out of his chair. His eyes were glued to the pages. He felt his heart start to race just a little more.

She felt as though her skin was created of the finest silk. Pale and perfect like the light of the moon, he basked in her light. She was glowing from the attention that he paid to her body. Every kiss igniting a new beam underneath the porcelain skin. He watched her writhe. Her mouth opened and drawing breath like she'd never be able to breathe again. Her chest rising and falling quicker, heavier each time. Her lips were swollen and glistening from her repeatedly licking them. Her cheeks flushed with color from the heat he was creating. He could feel the lust rolling off her like it was a tidal wave. He'd barely touched her and she looked as though he'd given her orgasm after orgasm.

Niall cleared his throat and adjusted the way he was sitting on the sofa. The tension within his body was close to maxing out and he'd just gotten started with the sexiest of scenes. He focused his eyes on the paper again, waiting for it to get even better.

Her eyes snapped open when he removed his hands and lips from her milky, fiery skin. She noticed the brazen smirk playing at his lips. He was playing. Teasing as to make her fall apart even more than she already was. Two could play that game, she thought, sitting up from the comfort of the pillows. Slowly, she connected her lips with his. Savoring each pass of his tongue, each caress of his bottom lip on hers. With a gentle hand to his chest, she pushed him down on the bed. Her lips working their way down his pallid, statuesque torso. She fought the urge to let her lips curve into the devilish smile that got them into the bed in the first place. She knew what she had in store for him. She knew the act she was about to perform would send him over the edge, make him almost feral. Her revenge would be almost momentary but so worth it. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, then locked her eyes with his. He watched her with wanton eyes. His stomach flopped and blood rushed to his cock and thighs. She grinned with a evilness in her eyes. Slowly, with some pressure, she dragged her teeth over his erecting dick, coaxing a moan of epic proportions from his lips. She couldn't tell if it was a moan of pain or pleasure but she didn't care, either way, he knew what he was doing to her now. She was so ready for him, so taken with her need for the carnal, that her thighs, her wet folds were aching in the worst of ways. She needed him right then. She was sick of games. She straddled his twinging thighs. She nearly ripped the button of his jeans off, wrenched down the zipper and slipped her hand inside. Without a warning to him, she slid down on the very thing that she knew would take the hurt away. This time, his moan was guttural and definitely one of pleasure.

Niall jumped when his phone rang. He was panting, breathing heavier than he ever thought he would while reading. He could feel the sweat dampening his back just slightly. She wasn't even there. She wasn't even there and she had him harder than he'd ever been before. What was this girl doing to him? The phone rang again, startling Niall a second time. He reached over and picked it up. Harry.
"Hiya, Harry." Niall tried his best to sound normal but he felt the need to get out of his jeans. They were becoming extremely too tight.
"Hey. Are you okay?" Harry sounded worried and a little confused.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine." Niall replied quickly.
Harry's voice was still laced with concern, "Are you sure? Wylla told Luna that you had a bit of a nasty spill today."
"Yeah. I did. I just had my feet on my desk and I moved funny in the chair. It was nothing." Niall shoved the memory of her hand on his back out of his mind.
"Ni, are you sure you're alright? You sound weird." Harry was sure there was something wrong with his best friend.
"I'm fine." Niall stated calmly. In his mind though, he was screaming that his entire being was being tormented with by a first year student. That he wanted what she'd written.
"Well, Luna and I are going to the pub again. We're meeting Louis and his fiancee and Liam and his...well, I'm not sure what she is. Do you want to go?" Harry asked hopefully. Niall looked at Wylla's assignment on his lap; he needed to get away from it. He couldn't sit and stew in his lust.
"Yeah. I'll go." Niall answered. "Do you want me to..." Niall began.
Harry cut him off, "Lu and I will be there in twenty minutes." The line then went dead. Niall shook his head and tossed his phone back on the table. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself, rid his body of the blatant desire. The longer he sat there, the more desire crept into his mind. He looked at his watch. Down to eighteen minutes. He threw Wylla's paper on the table then ran up the stairs to his bedroom.


Harry and Luna dragged Niall into the bar. Luna was giggly, hanging off of Harry like they had just started dating. Niall smiled; Luna had always been taken with Harry, even when she was engaged to that dolt teaching physics. And Harry, he was always a school boy about her. Never shut up about how amazing she was or how much she'd changed his life. Niall shook his head, watching Harry spin Luna gently to the music as they made their way to the table. Couple of hippies drunk on love, even after being married for nearly a year.
Niall's face dropped a bit when they got closer to the table. Louis, who was the football coach, and his fiancee Ella were speaking to a girl around their age. He'd never seen her before. Liam, the music history professor was nowhere to be seen. Harry and Luna looked back at Niall curiously, like they were gauging his reaction. Harry helped Luna into the booth, followed by a kiss. Niall shook his head again. He sat down on the outside of the booth next to Harry.
"Where's Liam?" Niall inquired politely.
Louis' face dropped, "You guys." It was directed at Harry and Luna. Niall's brow furrowed as he looked over at Harry and Luna's bright red faces. "Meddling all the time." Louis grumbled.
"Niall, this is my friend Cecilia. She teaches Ancient Cultures here." Luna introduced him to the pretty brunette next to her. "CiCi, this Niall, he's our resident stuffy English professor." Luna giggled. Ella and Cecilia laughed as well.
"Be nice." Harry murmured to Niall when his eyes lit with anger.
"Nice to meet you, Cecilia." Niall choked out his best polite tone. He hated being set up. Nothing ever worked out when Luna and Harry tried to set people up. The table then went about conversations, work and families. Niall retreated into his own world. Writing in his head. He wasn't shocked when every word he came up with was a reminder of Wylla. He turned his head to the televisions to watch golf and construct another poem in his mind. Not caring if they were about Wylla or not. He wanted no part of the set up Harry and Luna had devised.

Niall's attention was taken from golf when he heard loud laughing. Not unusual in a pub but this was different. Even Harry and Louis turned their heads. Wylla stood at the end of the bar, her hands on her perfect hips, and eyes filled with a radiant happiness. Niall smiled at the sight of her. Half of her crazy curls were pulled into a bun, the rest flowed down her back. Niall's eyes followed the shape of her body. The gentle curve of her breasts into the rest of her torso and the way her back sloped into her round, tight rear. He pictured her in the position she'd described in her story. He felt his length harden slightly.
"Oh my God! Maddie!" Wylla shouted at her friend with shock.
"What? You know that I am right, Wys!" Maddie responded with evil laughter. Wylla grabbed her stomach as she doubled over with laughter again. She was wiping her eyes and trying her hardest to breathe. Niall moved to the edge of the seat, trying to listen a little bit closer to the conversation. He wanted to know what they were talking about. He felt a little twinge of jealousy. Niall wanted to make her laugh like that. Yes, he had gotten shy giggles out of her. But he'd never made her laugh like Maddie was. Niall saw Wylla's gorgeous face light with every "ha" she released. Niall sighed softly. He couldn't be having thoughts of making Wylla laugh like that while she was lying in his arms, naked and exhausted from making love. He wanted all the moments like that with her. He wanted her to be deeply taken with him, the way he was with her.
"Hey, I think I am going to go home." Niall announced standing. Harry and Luna looked up at him sadly. "I'm not feelin' too great. I think I just need to sleep." Niall lied. He really just didn't want to be in the same room as Wylla any longer. He couldn't let anyone see what she did to him. No one could know.
"Niall." Harry sounded extremely disappointed and slightly annoyed.
"I have classes first thing in the morning tomorrow. I need to get some rest." Niall spoke firmly. Harry grunted softly, feeling like his best friend just wanted out. "It was nice to meet you." Niall said halfheartedly to Cecilia. "I'll see you tomorrow, Haz." Niall leaned over and kissed Luna's cheek. "See ya, Louis. Night, Ella." Niall smiled before heading for the bar to pay his tab. Harry apologized to Cecilia while Niall was still in ear shot. It made Niall scoff. He made it clear he wasn't interested in Cecilia.
As Niall reached the bar, Wylla caught sight of him. She then rushed over and leaned against the bar top next to him. She smiled and pushed her chest out a bit.
"Hiya Professor Horan." She giggled a bit.
"Wylla." He laughed. He could tell that she'd had a few too many.
"How's the head?" Wylla inquired, motioning to the back of his skull.
Niall shrugged, "It's okay. Have a bit of a headache."
"Oh no." Wylla frowned. "You should go see someone about that." She urged him.
"The nurse you sent checked me out. I'm not concussed. I just took a good knock to the head. I will be fine. Just need some sleep." Niall replied as he handed money to the bartender. Wylla nodded slowly, her eyes stuck on his face. "I'll see you in class Friday." Niall smiled at Wylla as he shoved his wallet back into his pocket. Wylla nodded, like she was waiting for him to say something else. "Good night, Miss Banks." Niall stated with a sly grin before walking away. He felt another rush of desire course through him when he looked back to see Wylla's cheeks were pink, and she was chewing on her bottom lip. He shook his head as he exited the pub. He had to get the beautiful, blonde out of his head.

Notes

Comments

@LizzyM101
You're so welcome! I love this story a lot. I like that they're so cute.

Thank you for the update. I love how playful Niall and Wylla are with each other. Their cute.

Love love love

@LizzyM101
I agree. I’m glad you’re still in my corner, girl! ❤️