Our first fuck was, quite frankly, more of a quickie than a real fuck. I was so needy for his touch, and he showed the same impatience with me. We ripped each other's clothes off and started fucking like rabbits only seconds later. The air was filled with guttural groaning and my soft moaning, and we both peaked in a matter of minutes.

We kept staring at each other all the while, something in his dark brown eyes just drew me in. I felt like there was a dept to them that I haven't encountered in anyone before, and we just felt extremely right. He collapsed onto the mattress next to me after and we just laid there, in comfortable silence.

I got up and walked over to my bag, where I kept my recent purchase. I took out the coke and a hand-mirror from my dresser and went over to the bed. Taking my black amex from my nightstand, I started preparing a couple of lines while his hands stroked over my naked body. I rolled up a hundred and snorted the first two lines before handing it to the gorgeous boy next to me. I watched with joy while he bent down over the coke, the way his back muscles flexed as he snorted the white powder.

When he had finished, I put it away and crawled on top of him, straddling his slender frame. I let my hands roam across his chest and started kissing the various tattoos he had inked onto his body.

“What's your name, love?” he asked while moaning softly under my touch. I stopped in my movements and looked at him.

“Roxana,” I said with a husky voice, getting lost in his gaze once again. His brows crinkled by the mention of my name, but I could have just imagined that. He hoisted himself up and gave me a long and deep kiss.

“I'm Zayn,” he then said and I took his face into both of my hands, looking at him with a critical expression.



“Why do I feel like I know you? Like I've always known you?” I asked, the coke letting me talk what I was thinking. He smiled before wrapping his arms around me, pressing me against his hot flesh.

“Because we are the same, Roxana. You and I, we're alike,” he whispered into my ear and hooked his teeth into my neckline. I let out a soft moan while he started violating the tender skin there and I can feel his erection hard against my core. Without hesitation, I sit down on his cock again, letting him fill me up once more. Slowly, teasingly, I start moving and we rock back and forth, his mouth still hooked on my skin.

“I wanna tie you up so bad,” he suddenly mumbles against my neck and I feel a rush of excitement. Wordlessly, I detach myself from his hold and walk over to my dresser. I open the first drawer and take out a sleek black satin tie and some handcuffs. Tossing them on the bed next to Zayn in all his naked, aroused glory, I cock up an eyebrow.

“Gentleman's choice,” I say teasingly while standing in front of the bed, waiting for him. He smirks and gets up, sitting on the edge of the bed while examining the tools.

“Come here,” he says in a dark and commanding voice and I step in between his legs while he turns me around, putting my hands into the cuffs behind me back. He then stands up and wraps the tie across my eyes, the cool fabric a welcome sensation to my hot skin.

When he is done, he turns me around again and I can feel his breathing accelerate.

“You're so gorgeous,” he mumbles while his hands grip my hips. He draws me in closer and locks his mouth on my nipples, sucking and teasing without mercy. I arch my back and push my body further into his, eager for his touch. His lips leave my flesh, but his hands continue after a while.

“I'm gonna fuck you real good, Roxana, I hope you're okay with that,” he announces and I am getting wetter by the second.

“More than okay. I'm begging you for it,” I answer in a steady voice and his fingernails dig into my skin.

“Oh, baby, you asked for it, remember that later,” he growls and I swear to god, I must be dripping with excitement at that point.

“Spread your legs,” he commands and I do as he wishes. His hand wanders to my core instantly, sliding along my folds slowly.

“So wet... mhmm....” he hums while his fingers spread my juices across my lower regions. When he grazes my asshole, I take a sharp intake of breath, feeling completely and absolutely aroused.

Zayn's mouth lock on my breasts again while he inserts two fingers into me, curling them up and slowly beginning to pump. I moan and let myself go, almost turning into butter under his touch. He penetrates me like that for a few minutes, increasing his pace before his other hand begins stroking over my asshole, prepared to slide his fingers in there as well.

“Come here, baby,” he says and guides me through the room, bending me over a table. My breathing has accelerated and I long for him inside me. Stroking slowly down my back, one of his hands slips inside my front again while he plays around my arse with the other, finally inserting a finger. I gasp loudly at this and immediately enjoy the feeling.

“You like that, huh? Well, then you're gonna like that even more,” he says with a rough tone in his voice before I can feel his tip at my back entrance. Slowly, he inserts himself into my arse, careful not to hurt me, while his fingers keep pumping in and out of my vagina.

“Fuck, Zayn...” I moan with ecstasy while he begins to thrust in and out, steady at first.

“Mhmmm... babe, that is so sexy,” he growls and begins thrusting harder. It stings a little, but his fingerwork has aroused me enough so that I can take it. He kneads my buttocks with his free hand before slapping down on it hard. I was not expecting it, but it only adds to my arousal. His thrusts become sloppier while he begins proper spanking me, still pumping in and out of my on both sides.

“Shit...” I curse loudly while he lands an extra hard hit, and I know that I won't last very long at that pace.

“That's it, baby, let it all out. Cum for me,” he commands and I begin grinding my hips into his touch even more, making the heat in my lower regions unbearable.

A few more hits and thrusts, and I come undone on the table, cursing loudly and wriggling around, trying to escape his ultimate penetration. Zayn is unforgiving, though, and thrusts a couple more times while my screams become high-pitched before spilling his load onto my back.

He collapses on top of me and stays completely still, his fingers still in me. We are both breathing heavily, and after about a minute, he slides out, giving my clit a nice little flick while doing so. And I just had to cum again. He chuckles while I scream, turning me around and capturing my dripping wet pussy with his mouth, eagerly sucking off all the juice.

I end up sprawled across the table, my hands under me a tad painfully and my chest heaving. He removes my blindfold and the cuffs and scoops me up, carrying my weak body over to the bed. Gently, he lays me down and then follows himself, drawing me against his chest.

Weakly, I stroke over his skin, kissing where my mouth reaches. I can hear the sound of his steady heartbeat against my ear and I enjoy the feel of his skin on mine, his hands caressing my back. I reach over to my nightstand and click a few buttons on my remote, soft music filling the room a few seconds after.

“This love
this love is a strange love
a faded kind of mellow
this love”

My heartbeat steadies slowly while the eerie voice fills the room, the music fitting so perfectly for this very situation, I almost laugh because it's too cheesy.

“I've always loved this song,” he hums softly against my hair. I sigh and let my fingers trace over his skin. His grip tightens and he pulls me on top of him. I lie there facing him, inches from his face. He looks sinister while he takes my face in his hands.

“What do I do with you, Roxana?” he asks, more to himself than to me. I give him a soft kiss, wanting to escape his sharp gaze. We kiss lovingly, tenderly for a few more minutes before his phone suddenly rings, getting us both out of the trance.

Reaching down into the bottom of his pants on the floor, he pulls it out while I sit on the edge of the bed, stepping into a fresh pair of panties.

“What is it now?” he says harshly, all the warmth in his voice gone.

“At a friend's place. Give me 10, I'll text you the address. Yeah, bye,” he says curtly and I already know that he has to go. I stand at my dresser, rolling a joint while he steps behind me, engulfing me in a hug.

“I have to go,” he whispers into my ear while tracing his tongue up and down my skin. I stop what I'm doing for a moment and lean against him.

“You're the only one I ever wanted to stay,” I confess and hear him sigh.

“I know, love. I know,” he says softly before his hands leave mine and he starts getting dressed.

“Wanna wait with me outside?” he asks when he is fully dressed. I look at him sharply before putting on a random shirt from the floor and my combat boots and we make our way down. We lean against the railing outside my door, both a fag in our hands. He presses me into him once again and we kiss like there is no tomorrow. A car pulls up on the curb and honks, and he shots the driver a short look before kissing me one last time, long and passionate, and then he is gone.

I stand there like frozen, until I decide to turn and look at him one last time. But instead of his face, I come across Harry's, who is staring at me from the driver's side. I almost choke on thin air, and he just looks sad and disappointed before driving away.



I go inside again, take the joint from my dresser and lit it up while sitting on my bed. I take the first deep drag and let the smoke consume me.

Five minutes later, I am laughing my ass off thinking about the fact that I slept with both Harry and one of his friends. But you know what? Je ne regrette rien.

Notes

so... still only one comment (which rocked, btw!!!)

where are you guys? :(