Dirty Imagines

I picked up the guitar, my fingers glide across the strings. I only know a few chords so I play what I know. I've been saving my money for quite some time to buy a new guitar. The one I have is great and all, it was purchased second hand to make sure it was something I was truly interested in and not just a phase.
It was no phase. I fell in love with it. It became my outlet. Whenever I had a bad day, I would hide away in my room and play. A good day, I'd play because it made it that much better.
My back is to the door of the store, I hear the bells ring signaling someone else coming in but I don't turn, there is always someone coming in.
"You're not half bad" the thick Irish accent says to me.
I glance to the side and my eyes start at his shoes and move up. The voice, I know, but my mind and heart are sure my ears are playing cruel tricks on them.
No. No trick. It is Niall Horan.
"Uhmm thank you?" I say wondering if he's just being polite.
I look around and the guys from the band are with him, looking around.
"No really, you have an ear for it. I have some time today if you'd like to hang out, I'll teach you some more"
"Sounds good. Where?" Inside I'm trying not to die. Just remain calm.
"Meet back here in a couple of hours. Sound good?"
"I can do that."
I stand at the door of the store, waiting. Maybe it was just a sick joke, who was i fooling - the door unlocks and is opened.
"I convinced the owner to let me have some time in the studio in the back."
I follow him to the back, my new guitar in tow.
We set up in the studio, him in front of me, guitars on our knees. We go over what I know, him teaching me proper placement and names of chords. I'm all self taught.
He gets up and comes behind me, and reaches around me to show placement of fingers. He leans in just a little too close and I turn, my lips graze his cheek.
"Sorry"
"Nothing to be sorry for"
He leans in again, this time closer. His cheek on mine.
"You smell really good"
I can't say anything. His lips lightly kiss my neck.
He takes my guitar from me and places it on a nearby stand, never moving from his position.
He takes his hand and moves my hair to my back and kisses my neck again. He slowly walks around me to where he is facing me. He steps between my legs and cups my chin and pulls my lips to his.
My lips meet his with fervency. It had been a long time since I'd kissed a guy, I needed this.
He steps closer to me and pulls me off the stool to him. He guides me to the floor, me in his lap, legs wrapped around him.
I need this badly.
I grasp the end of his shirt and he takes it from me lifting it up and over his head. Hell, I can do that too, and I remove mine. His hands travel to my back undoing the clasp on my bra. He looks lustfully at me breasts as he takes one in his hand and the other in his mouth. I moan loudly as my insides heat up quickly.
He moves his legs and my back goes to the floor, I lean back onto the floor. His hands find the button of my jeans and undo them followed by the zipper. He removes them. My panties go next.
He stands, his pants and boxers removed. His erection at full attention.
He sits in between my legs, his hand to my core, inserting a finger. I moan as I close my eyes. It has been too long. His finger glides in and out, my wetness increasing. He gently strokes himself as he fingers me, keeping up his erection. I clench around his finger and he removes it, putting it in his mouth tasting me.
He positions himself between my legs and enters me. I've forgotten how good this feels. I let out another moan as he picks up the speed a little. He thrusts really hard one time and I scream. Its been too long and I'm not going to last.
II tighten up trying to hold it in,
"Let it go, let me see you come for me, we'll do it together."
I lay my head back and the fire starts again in me. My back arches and he picks up the speed of his thrusts, groaning. I moan loudly as I climax and he does the same and curses flow from his mouth.
He sits back on his heels, out of breath, while I try to catch mine.
"Wow, those were some lessons."

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