The Only Time

"Where are we going?" I ask, sliding onto the motorcycle behind Niall. The seat is cold against my bare thighs since I'm wearing a skirt.

"To the bar," Niall says simply, handing me a helmet. He starts up the bike and it growls to life.

I grin heavily as Niall begins to drive away from the outside of the house we are renting together. The wind whips through the hair that’s sticking out of my helmet and I close my eyes, letting the chilly night air envelope me in its tranquility.

We arrive at the Leaky Spoon—I know, it’s a stupid name, but it is home. As I remove my helmet, the guy standing outside realizes who Niall and I are and greet us with smiles that really look more like snarls. I return the gesture and then I follow Niall into the bar. As we make our way through the smoky area, the patrons raise their beer mugs to us. I wave and mumble “hellos” until we reach our friends in the back.

“Niall, so glad to see you could make it!” Buzz, a tall, dark-haired Irishman bellows.

“You know I couldn’t miss meeting up with the Crew!” Niall replies, grinning humorously.

“And I see you’ve brought your girl along.” Buzz’s voice lowers. “Glad to you to, Selena.”

“And you, as always,” I say prettily. “Shall I get us some drinks?”

“You know me so well, princess,” Niall says as he wraps his arm around my waist.

“Well, we are in a bar,” I laugh. “Beers for everyone?” I then notice Buzz’s girl, Trish, comes over. She’s is a large, busty woman with reddish brown fringe that kind of sticks out in different directions.

“A beer would be lovely, my dear,” she says in her thick Irish accent.

I walk over to the bar and order everyone’s favorite. I put the glasses on a waitress’ platter and bring them over to my group. With many thanks, each one of them grabs their drink and gulps half of it with one sip. I chuckle to myself—what stereotypical Irish folk.

“Hey, Niall, the guys want to talk to you about something,” Buzz says quite mysteriously.

“Okay! Where are they?” Niall looks around the bar. “Ah, there they are. Let’s go.”

Hours go by as Niall talks to the Crew and I talk with Trish and another girl of the gang. I’m still getting used to this whole biker gang thing. I haven’t told my parents yet about Niall. They would not approve. I notice Niall staring at me through the cloud of cigarette smoke. He has a look in his eyes that I recognize oh so well. I bite my lip and shrug my shoulders—an invitation. Niall smirks and grabbing his beer, comes over with Buzz in tow.

“The pool room is closed for renovations. You go in there if you want to, ya know…” Buzz smiles, “do the dirty deed.”

I blush and look at Niall, who nods so I follow him to the pool room, which is only a few feet behind us. The windows in the doors are covered with tape and the air smells like fresh paint. Niall flips the light switch and a singular light blinks on in the middle of the room. They must be replacing all the other ones. Under the light is a bar pool table. I take Niall’s hand lead him over to the pool table. I gesture for him to help me get up on the pool table.

“On here?” Niall asks, stifling a laugh.

I grip the back of his head with my right hand, enveloping my fingers in his bleached blonde hair. I kiss him seductively. “Yes, on here.”

Niall grins mischievously. He presses his lips against mine and it immediately erupts into a kiss of rough passion. All my fingers dig into his scalp, begging for even more. As Niall moves his lips down to my breasts my right hand rests on the back of his head. I yelp as he grips the zipper in front of my bustier and zips it down, revealing my bare breasts. I lay back on the table and Niall climbs over me. He kisses me once more while sliding his hand up my skirt. He touches me over my panties and a groan releases from my lips.

“Someone’s ready…” he whispers. He climbs down off of me and begins to undo his belt. I watch him fidget with it. He’s just excited as I am.

Once Niall his pants and boxer briefs are all set, I pull his shirt off. The crappy lighting doesn’t do justice for the beautiful tattoos that cover Niall’s chest and arms. He is so sexy. I kiss him once, mouths wide open. As we do so, Niall skillfully pulls my panties off, setting them on the pool table next to me.

I lean back on my hands and Niall gets himself ready. My arms almost give when we thrusts himself inside me. I let out a loud “oh!” Niall starts out really slow, getting a feel for it and he then speeds up.

With lightning fast speed, Niall jams himself into me. I bite my lip to keep from yelling out and alerting the bar patrons. Niall, however, is not quiet.

“Ah, you’re so fucking wet! You’re so tight!” He grunts.

I can’t take it anymore. “Yes, Niall! More!”

I throw my head back as Niall continues to work his magic. I close my eyes to protect them from the blinding fluorescent light above me. I stay like that for a few moments and then I bring myself forward to kiss Niall. It’s extremely sloppy but it’s full of desire.

I grow light-headed and even more tingly between my legs. My hips roll ferociously in time with Niall’s thrusts. I hear him grunt and groan and it only pushes me further. My head starts to swim while my bones feel light as a feather. The ache between my legs is unbearably wonderful. I want it to stop but then I want even more. I cry out louder and louder as I reach my climax; a wave of pleasure washes over my being and my mouth gapes open, frozen. I ride it out for as long as I can.

“Fuck!” Niall yells. He must be close as well. The last few thrusts from Niall are so overwhelming. “I love you, Selena!”

“I love you too, Niall!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Niall finishes. He lets out a loud exhalation. “Yes!” He somewhat collapses on top of me. He’s spent.

I pet Niall’s head while he catches his breath, playing with the clumps that stick up in all different directions. Niall stands and zips his pants, puts on his belt and then his shirt. He helps me off the table and I zip my bustier back up and put my panties back on. My legs are like jelly as I take Niall’s hand and we slip out of the pool room.

We notice something strange—it’s silent… and everyone is looking at us! A pit forms in my stomach. The crowd of people erupt into applause and some people whistle. I stand there, dumbfounded.

“What’s going on?” I mutter to Niall.

“Your boy, Niall, is now part of the Crew!” Buzz exclaims, still clapping his hands.

“What? How?” Then it hits me. “I was your initiation?” Hurt is layered in my voice and I feel like I’m going to cry. “Did you know about this, Niall?”

“Um, yeah. I did.” He tries to look innocent.

I feel dirty and used. “Unbelievable!” I storm out of the bar and everyone ceases their clapping.

Niall follows me out. “Selena, wait!”

I whip my head around to face him. “I can’t believe you! I’m not just some piece of garbage that you can hit it and quit it with!”

“It’s not like that at all! I really do love you, Selena. That’s wasn’t a lie.” Niall hangs his head, ashamed. “But you can go, if you want.”

I take a few steps toward him. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“The girls aren’t allowed to know. I’m sorry—I really am! Please forgive me!”

“I want to go.”

“Alright, let’s go home—“

“—No! Not with you! I’m calling a cab to take me to a friend’s house. I’ll think about your apology and I’ll get back to in a couple of days.”

Notes

I am SOOO sorry this took so long. I didn't get Microsoft Word on my computer until the beginning of this month! And I've been so busy with school (we switched to SIX classes a day) and my Detroit Tigers fan fiction. Anyway, Selena requested a bad boy Niall and I thought that punk!Niall is way overused. So I did biker!Niall! Hope you enjoyed!

Title Credit: "What Do You Say" by Filter
Selena's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/pr6r9sw