Just A Little Bit

A fine layer of sweat covered our bodies. The motion of Zayn's hips, out and in and rotate and out, was hypnotically sweet. Combine that with the soft kisses he sprinkled over my neck and chest, and I could call this the best sex I've ever had. I didn't know how long the pleasure has been filling me but no other thought except Zayn proved important.

He looked like a God in front of me. His eyes were squeezed shut but occasionally would flicker open to meet my own eyes, though mine were often shut too. He had all his body weight on his elbows so our chests would mingle as I rose my hips to meet his. His lips were parted, letting out the deep breathes. His hair was ruffled and out of place- thanks to me. And because of the sweat, he shimmered.

"Oh God," He groaned, pushing in harder than before. My grip on the bed sheets tightened from the surprise and I looked back at him, seeing his eyes open and latching on to mine. "I'm going to fucking cum, Grace." He said unsteadily, pulling out and pushing back in with more force again. I moaned louder, loving the new thrusts he's added. "I'm close too." I added breathlessly after another pounding from him.

He groaned, closing his eyes and putting his face in my neck, lifting my body up to press firmly to his and three more hard deep thrusts and I was lost.

The pleasure was indescribable, pulsing through me in long and delicate streaks. Zayn's hot liquids followed after I had clenched around him and it nearly caused me to come undone again.

Once we were both done with our highs, Zayn pulled out and I hissed from the empty feeling.

Silence engulfed the room and I faintly remember my plan to leave now. I needed to get home and forget about Zayn and the wonderful sex he's just provided. Because that's what he does, he has sex and then she leaves. I sit up, the music from the party making it up to his room.

Zayn was on the opposite side of the bed, pulling on boxers. I turned to the pile of clothes next to my feet, my skimpy panties lying next to my shirt. I leaned down and slipped them on, then reached for my bra.

"Was it okay?" His low voice sang from the other side. I looked over my shoulder at him to see worry written over his face. I nodded once. I wasn't going to tell him it was the best sex I've ever had. Then his ego would burst.

"That was my first," He added. I blinked and stared back at him again. First what? Wasn't his first sex, that's for sure. "You're the first girl I've ever made love to."

My eyes widened. Holy fuck.

"It was good, Zayn." I gave him a smile, slipping on my shirt and shorts, standing up uneasily. I was completely sober now and I'm pretty sure nothing can ruin this night. I was in complete bliss.

"You're leaving?" I stopped at the door, turning once again to face him. What the fuck did he want? No more sex, please. I mean...fuck me but not tonight. I was tired. And Calum deserved a call. Oh my God Calum!

"Yes I'm leaving, what did you want me to do?"

His eyes softened and fell to the mattress he was lying on. "Stay with me. Just until the morning."

"That's not how you do things. You have sex with girls and then you leave them and never talk to them again. That's what I'm doing."

His face fell altogether.

"You're different."

I scoffed and swung the door open, the bass coming at us full force now.

"I'm following my end of the rules by leaving. Follow your end of the rules by not communicating with me again."

His eyes found mine desperately. I held my breath. "You only had sex with me so we never spoke again?"

Fuck I was guilty and it was showing on my face. He hung his head low, his hands holding it gently. My heart clenched at his racking body. What the fuck? Was he crying? An urge to move over to his side and comfort him made me take a step forward. But I had to go.

I felt like a bad person but reminded myself that Zayn does this all the time, and he feels nothing.

~~~

"Where did you go last night?" Elizabeth asked, taking a bite of her bagel. I rolled out of bed, checking my alarm to see I had 60 minutes before my internship began at the law firm.

"I went out. Somewhere." I replied, reaching for my most professional attire. I slipped into the bathroom and stared at myself. My skin was pale and glittering and my hair was straight and soft. My eyes were bright, if you ignored the dark circles under them. I barely got any sleep last night. But sex did me good.

I ignored the small lovebites scattered across my neck. I haven't even realized Zayn did those.

I got dressed and ready for the day and came back out with 30 minutes to spare. Great it took 20 minutes to drive down there so I'll maybe have 10 minutes to spare. I gathered my purse and other needed utensils before slipping on my shoes and sending a text to Calum to pick me up soon. He had offered last night after I called him.

Elizabeth was quiet when I said my goodbyes and left. I think she was still embarrassed from yesterday. I would be too.

Calum was smiling outside the campus doors, dressed in a car mechanic suits, white tee underneath the long sleeved pale blue jumper. Some grease was smudged across his face and he had a baseball cap on. I laughed at him and he gave me a warm hug. My stomach bubbled- guilt. I shrugged it off though, knowing that I would never have problems with Zayn again.

"You look professional." He chimed. I giggled and hopped into his car.

"You look dirty." I said back, chucking his cheek. He caught my hand and pulled me closer, kissing my cheek lovingly. He winked and started the engine.

"So uh, you called me really late last night. Can I ask you what you were doing?" My face flushed and I looked out my window so he avoided looking at it. "I couldn't sleep. You picked up really fast though, what were you doing at 2 in the morning?"

I hadn't thought about it a lot but it was suspicious that he was up at the same time I was. Was he doing the same thing I was? Guess we were both guilty.

"Oh. My friends were over. Pulled an all nighter." He chuckled but I noticed his hands clench a little tighter, and his knuckles were raw and red. Maybe that was a work thing. I blew it off.

We reached the firm and I thanked him, kissing his cheek lightly before exiting. Why was it bugging me that he was up the same time I was? Whatever. I shouldn't be worrying, he was a nice guy.

Right?

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