Just A Little Bit

Zayn's Point of View

The party started three hours ago. Where was Grace? I had looked everywhere for you, had told Louis to look for her...she was no where. Maybe she wasn't coming. I wouldn't blame her. I fucked her room mate. Just to get at her. It was my lucky day yesterday- getting laid by Elizabeth Wayner and having Grace walk in on it. That wasn't my plan, but I wanted her to feel how I felt whenever she drooled about another guy.

What was wrong with me that she didn't do that? Screw her.

Where was she?

Someone tapped my shoulder and I spun around to see Niall and Liam looking back at me. I raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, Grace is in the kitchen with a guy."

I scowled. "What guy?"

Liam shrugged. My hands flexed. I needed to control my anger tonight, to win back Grace's trust.

"I don't know the guy." Liam explained, sending me a small look before grabbing Niall's arm and hauling him away. I rolled my eyes and headed towards the kitchen. Sure enough, under the bright lights, was a laughing Grace gripping onto a mystery guy's shoulder.

I didn't know the looks of the guy either, it wasn't Calum. That made me feel a little better. A little more confident. I knew if the Australian was here, she'd choose him a thousand times over me.

My feet landed besides the laughing couple, eyes staying on Grace for a few seconds before automatically glaring at the boy. After they were done laughing their heads off, they turned to me. I raised an eyebrow at the guy, challenging him to say something. Obviously he was drunk.

Was he trying to get with Grace? I swear to God if he pulls a move...

"Zayn." Grace prolonged the last letter of my name. I shoved the guy away from her, taking his place in front of her. Her eyes met mine lazily. She was so beautiful- with her hair down and straightened, her wide grin, hot body. She was dressed in mini shorts and a black shirt that showed too much cleavage. I bit my lip.

"Hi." She breathed. She smelt like a mixture of roses and vodka. Was she drunk?

"Are you drunk?" I speak my thoughts and she giggled, tipping forward slightly. I caught her before she could fall forward and I frowned. She was most definitely tipsy.

"When did you get here? I've been looking for you."

Her grin was directed at me and I couldn't ignore the erratic beating of my heart. The things her body did to me. Nobody has ever made me feel like she does.

"I just got here a couple minutes ago."

"How many drinks have you had?"

She shrugged, aimlessly looking around. "Um, I think two, maybe three." She looked strangely at the cup before pushing it into my hands. I smirked. "Lightweight." She hit my arm playfully and I chuckled before putting the cup back on the counter.

"I want to dance." She said, eyeing the next room. I tilted my head at her, nodding slowly before grabbing her hand and taking her over to dance in a slightly private part of the room. Immediately her hands found my hair, running through it while I connected our hips.

She tugged and I groaned, my dick twitching from the action. What exactly did she have in mind for tonight?

Grace's Point of View

Besides everything being slightly blurry and confusing, I was aroused. So fucking aroused. If I was going to be completely honest with myself, I'd say I'm tipsy. I only had like a couple drinks. Damn, I need to not drink anymore.

Zayn grinded on me again and in response I tugged on his hair. He groaned, leaning closer to me, his head fitting in the crook of my neck. Right now I didn't care if I was another girl on his list. I didn't care about Calum probably trying to text me. I wanted Zayn Malik in bed right now.

"Zayn, fuck me."

He shook his head, pulling away quickly and leaving my body abandoned. I frowned at him, the party seemingly drifting away. I felt like a whore- leaving Calum behind and trying to get fucked by Zayn Malik.

"I'm not going to have sex with you. You're drunk."

"That doesn't stop you with any other girl."

"I don't want you to regret it."

Aw. Does he actually care? The look on his face told me he was being serious. I rolled my eyes and stepped forward. He counter stepped me, bumping into someone behind him but no caring.

"Zayn, believe it or not, I want you."

He stared at me with wide eyes debating whether or not to move on to his room. He had five seconds to make up his mind before I leave.

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I sighed.

"I guess I'll just do it myself. Or ask Calum for help." I winked at him, seeing it as a last try. It got to him though and he sent me back into the wall. My back hit it perfectly, bouncing off slightly to meet with his hungry hands. My waist was thrown back, and his his lips greedily stung my neck. I moaned.

"You're a dirty girl." He whispered. I was wrong thinking I couldn't be more turned on. I was aching for him all over. No matter how hard my brain kept telling me to stop this, my body lifted for him, melting in his embrace, and reacting for his lips in a seductive manner.

Zayn sighed, grabbing my hand and leading me up the winding stair case to his awaiting room.

Being in it again sent chills through me. I'm sure not many girls got to see it twice. Goosebumps formed on my skin as Zayn's hand pulled me back to him, lips meeting mine. We twisted and pulled, licked and bit until we couldn't breathe. Oh my fucking God. Lord have mercy on me.

Zayn roughly tossed me on the bed and I sunk into his mattress, quite literally. Oh, fancy. He pulled his shirt off and I scanned his torso. No new tattoos. He still looked hot as fuck, I couldn't deny that fact. Our eyes met and I saw the uncertainty reflect in his.

After all this he still was doubting?

I winked at him, sitting forward to take my own shirt off. He was in front of me in an instant, knees on either side of my hips, easing the material over my head. His eyes traveled lower across the valley of my breasts, his hands skimming my collarbones, drifting in the space of my boobs, and down my stomach until he reached the waistband of my jeans.

His touch felt so good. So dirty yet so loving at the same time. If Zayn was even capable of love.

"Fuck me, Zayn." I repeated, lying on my back and staring devishly up at him. His pants were tight across his crotch and I reached up for his buttons. He swatted my hands away, pursing his lips slightly.

"I'm not going to fuck you." He said, both hands on either side of my face. "Let me make love to you, Grace." Golden colored eyes pleaded with me desperately. I gasped, recovering after the shock of his words hit my most aching area. I nodded and he closed his eyes for a short moment.

"Say it for me."

"Make love to me, Zayn."

He hummed, leaning forward to press his lips lightly to mine while one hand skimmed down my stomach, bringing the flesh to rise. His fingers eased my short button undone and he leaned away from me. My breathing was rushed. His fingers looped in my belt loops, tugging them down to show my white laced underwear, matching with my bra.

Zayn's eyes darkened and he rubbed my clit over my panties.

I moaned, hips bucking forward.

Our eyes met and I frowned at his lack of nakedness. He saw my unease and lifted his hands from me to quickly slide his pants down. When he came back to my needy body, my hands strung in his hair, tugging on the strands, and enjoying his reaction.

Slowly, after much teasing, he leaned forward again, licking from my jaw to my left earlobe and chewing on it slightly. My moans were uncontrolled. I needed him.

"Zayn, please." I begged. He pulled away, unlocking the clasp of my bra and pulling it off of me slowly, piece by piece, his eyes trained on my sensitive lumps. One hand met my left and his mouth went down on my right.

"Shit."

He chuckled, the vibrations causing me to bounce up and meet his hips. His erection was obvious on my thigh and pleasure coursed through me knowing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

"This is the only time you're allowed to curse in front of me." He explained, leaning away again. I whimpered at the loss of contact.

He stared down at me longingly. "So beautiful." He said under his breath. My cheeks heated. I was actually doing this. I was letting him see my body, letting him do whatever he wanted, just so he could leave me alone.

Those were his rules, right? Fuck for the night and don't come near her again. That's what I wanted. That's why I was doing this. For Calum and I. For Elizabeth. For me. I sounded deranged.

I was thinking too much, when I realized his fingers trace the band of my panties before tugging them down. I reached up for his boxers, pulling them down the same time. His erection bounced up, gloriously big.

That was going inside me? How the hell was that going to work?

"We don't have to do this," He says, noticing my uncertainty. "Just tell me to stop."

"I appreciate your concern, but I really fucking want you inside me. Now." I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to my lips, forcing my tongue to strangle his. I was winning when Zayn grabbed my hands and linked our fingers, placing them beside my head and easing himself in.

I moaned in his mouth. It had been two years since the last time I've had sex. He was so big but the feeling of being stretched by him was absolutely wonderful. My muscles clenched when he stopped and he spit out a curse and his grip on my hands tightened.

"So tight." He moaned.

"Move." I demanded and he pulled out before pushing back in.

Slow and erotic. So he could feel every bit of me and I could feel every inch of him.

Oh he felt so good.

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