Just A Little Bit

Zayn Malik warned me as we slipped through the double doors, grasping my hand and pressing one finger against his lips. I nodded once and he whisked me over the vast floors and up the winding staircase. Nothing else seemed to matter as we climbed up and padded down the hall to his room.

The guilty thoughts of what Calum would think seemed to vanish in the car.

The warnings Louis had made clear were drifting above the front doorway.

Everything was fuzzy lines and tiny details except the man besides me. He fumbled a little with the knob, his breathing becoming quicker and much more deep. My erratic heart matched his breathing, pumping blood and those stupid warm feelings to the pit of my stomach.

The first thing I noticed were the small candles. Illuminating the desk, windowsill, and small bed table, were tall and skinny candles smelling slightly of vanilla. Next were the tiny rose petals thrown over and around his silky bed, mixing with the scent of vanilla. It looked and smelled heavenly.

My gasp was very evident in the silent room. It was...romantic. Here I had expected whips and handcuffs, maybe even a riding crop, but I get roses and candles?! There were literally no words to describe this. He had planned this, purposefully turning me on over the phone, having me excited for rough fun and then...

"Did you like it?" He whispered, door now shut. I felt his evasive glare directed to the side of my head but I wouldn't focus on him yet. One beauty before the next. The room held thick emotion in itself. The fact that he made this, with little to no help... I was breathless, thoughtless. Shocked and giddy.

Hungry and greedy.

All for me. Only me.

"It's very beautiful Zayn." I said, finally turning to him. He smiled beautifully.

"Come closer." He demanded softly. I did and was wrapped in his embrace, tightly folded against his chest. He breathed in, snuffling closer in my neck before blowing out cold/hot air. I shivered. I could feel his smile on the base of my neck, one of his hands wrapping quite firmly in my hair and tugging my head back.

Oh.

"This will be sweet and hard, Grace. Since we've made an understanding this will be our last." His words turned me on more and my knees gave out.

Zayn was quick to catch me, lifting my hips up to the wall.

"We've got to be quiet, my love. The boys are sleeping quite peacefully."

'My love.' I nodded furiously, only focusing on his slow cryptic kisses. Too much tender emotion. Such a fucking tease.

He moved me to his bed, lying me down on the silky material and creamy rose petals. I shifted upwards, reattaching our lips and fumbling with the hem of his shirt. He chuckled lightly as he pulled away, gripping the neck of the material and pulling it over his head, being quick to rid me of my tank.

"So eager. And no bra." His eyes glinted, darkening and leaning closer.

He was expertised, lips running over mine, tongue winning the wrestle and hands pinning me below him. A low groan pulled unconsciously from my throat and he tsked.

"We can't have you making any noise, Grace. I'm afraid for that mistake, we'll miss foreplay."

I gasped, both of his fingers looping in the band of my pants and underwear, sliding them down together. He threw them over his head, eyes grazing down my naked body full of lust. I watched him watch me, the bittersweet agony of his wait killing me.

Hurry up, Zayn. Now!

Slowly he dipped his head down, his tongue moving out down my breasts to my navel before kissing velvet kisses down to my pubic hair.

He hummed a bit, the sensation affecting me everywhere. My hands moved to his hair, digging them in the dark mass and tugging roughly. He moaned again, another wave of pleasure up through me.

Zayn's tongue panned my lips, up and down and flat again. So glorious. I think I can come undone from his small motions already.

"Enough." He cried out loud, backing away from me so we had space. The wetness of my slit caused me to clench as the cold air burned it slightly. A small undeniable whimper met my mouth.

Zayn gasped, finally finishing pulling down his pants. That strange gleam was in his eyes again and I was enjoying it more that I should.

"Oh baby." He whispered, touching his mouth to mine in a chaste kiss.

I waited for him to enter me, staring into those black lusty eyes of his, running my hands over his shoulders and down his torso to his happy trail, gliding back up again.

He took me by surprise, a snap of his hips and he was filling me. I threw my head back and his mouth covered my moan. Out and then in.

He pressed against me, everything hard and toned. My back arched as I felt him use my pleasure to ease himself back in again. He groaned, head nudging into the crook of my neck. Zayn's hands came down on my hips, planting me against the bed. I breathed his name and he groaned again, pulling out and pushing back in- slow at first before picking up his pace. And this was the third time I've had sex with Zayn Malik.

It was just as hypnotic as before. Yet rough and pleasurable all at once. I enjoyed him and he enjoyed me.

Desperate.

We were two desperate people- one wanting something more than what they have and the other wanting people to understand.

Zayn Malik was fucking me and I was fucking enjoying it.

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