Pure Seduction

“Brianna??" You heard Niall shout as you turned on the water
"Bri...Princess???, have you seen my wellies?”
Niall’s voice sounded distant through the bathroom door. He was going home to his brother's for the night and you spent the past hour answering questions about where he could find certain objects in the house. You even had to turn the water off mid-shower earlier because you couldn’t understand him when he tried to ask if you knew when he last wore his Mon Day crossed out tee shirt. It wasn’t necessarily him being messy or unorganized, but just that he was literally always traveling. And it was more a question of whether items even were in your London house at all.
“I think they’re in my closet,” you shouted back at him.
“What, wait I’m…” he stopped talking mid-sentence to open the door and seemed a bit startled when he found you naked on the edge of the bathtub with one leg covered in shaving foam up on it. Then he smiled.
“Sorry,” he said , lifting his hands with his fingers spread wide as if walking in on you like that was the rudest thing in the world.
You glided the razor up your leg gently. “They’re at the bottom of my closet in the bedroom,” you repeated and he sung you a thank you before he disappeared again.
A couple of minutes later he returned with the wellies in one hand and a rectangle shaped box in the other. He dropped the boots by the door and they landed on the floor with a thud. The box was tied up with a purple ribbon and you recognized it immediately, you just had no idea you left it there. It was a gift that one of your girl friends got you as a semi-joke a while back “for the many lonely nights”. And judging by the look on Niall’s face he also knew damn well what he was holding.
“What’s this?” he said nonetheless, smirking – looking delighted. He tilted his head and it caused a short strand of brown-blond hair to fall in his eyes. He blew it back as he held the box close to his face and shook it. He was blocking the door and didn’t move as you wrapped yourself up in a big white towel and squeezed alongside him, into the hallway.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself,” you said looking over your shoulder at him as he followed you back to the bedroom.
In there he lifted the lid of the box and carefully retrieved a bright purple silicone vibrator from the silver tissue paper. The vibrator came so scarily close to the size of Niall’s dick that you wondered if you should have asked your friend more questions.
“I want t' see you take this,” he said slowly, thoughtful, his voice deep and silent, hoarse almost, as he dragged a finger up the silicone shaft of the unused machine.
And you had plans for that day. There were a lot of things that had to be done, but nothing seemed that important when you saw him holding the thing between his long fingers.
“I want to see what you get up to when I’m away,” he added, looking at you through the hair that once again fell in his face.
“But I haven’t…” you began to tell him that you hadn’t actually used the toy yet but your words got lost somewhere between your brain and your mouth as he twisted the back of the machine between his fingers and it started to vibrate softly. With his other hand he pulled your towel loose and it fell to the floor.
“You would though, wouldn’t you?” he said draggin his hands in a slow circle around your right nipple as he looked straight at you with furrowed eyebrows.
He tucked a loose curl behind his ear and then curved the fingers of that hand around your hip as he dragged the vibrator down towards your bellybutton with the other.
Your fingertips barely touched each other as you grabbed his wrist to make him stop and told him “definitely”.
You pushed your fingers up around the sides of his hand until you could get a tight grip of the vibrator that was still quietly buzzing and pulled it away from him. He let go willingly and swallowed hard as you kissed him teasingly before stepping away towards the bed.
He pursed his lips as he followed you as if he was trying to figure out if you were just bluffing. And truth was that you were, maybe. But the anticipation on Niall’s face made you very willing to experiment a little bit.
You threw the vibrating sex toy on the bed and then climbed on after it. You pushed your heels in the mattress to slide further up the bedsheets, towards the wall. The white stone felt really cold against the bare skin of your back but you barely noticed as you slid down a little to make yourself comfortable in the pillows and you spread your legs. Niall had stopped moving altogether and stood at the back of the bed, his eyes fixated on you. Not even on your boobs or your thighs, but on your face. Waiting - wondering still.
And you kept looking back, made sure you looked him straight in his eyes when you reached for the vibrator and picked it up, lifted it to your face and sucked at the tip, with pouted lips and closed eyes. Then you trailed it lightly over your thigh, leaving a wet trail across your skin and tried to focus on the sensation. You wondered if you were going to need any lube at first. It was within your reach in the drawer on your side of the bed, but when you pressed the toy to your clit, circled it and kept looking at Niall, you realized you were wet enough as it was.
Niall leaned forward with his hands on the bed frame. “Keep goin,” he whispered hoarsely.
And you did. You were quite into it at that point, didn’t really need any encouragement. You got a firm grip of one of your boobs with one hand and let the other work the vibrator, pushing in deep and pulling out slowly.
Your back slightly curved and barely able to keep your eyes open. He stood there for about 20 seconds before he moved around the bed and crawled up between your legs.
“Care to help?” you whispered breathily, fighting to keep your eyes open as you slowly withdrew the vibrator. You reached for the bulge in his jeans, cupping the curve of his hard dick through the fabric. His answer came with a movement of his hand, enclosing over yours and slowly pushing the toy back in. He settled for a rhythm that was a little faster, slightly rougher as well. Much like how he would fuck you with his dick. Deep, steady drags.
And it felt good, not nearly as good as Niall’s dick, but the expression on his face as he looked alternately at your face and both your hands working the vibrator and your clit made it a whole lot better. You dragged one knee up towards your face and he pressed your other thigh down flat against the mattress with one hand, fingers spread wide, the tips digging in your skin. And soon you found yourself fisting the sheets with one hand as your hand around the vibrator went slick and Niall’s hand stopped moving altogether.
“Don’t come yet,” he said. It wasn’t a demand but not so much a question either. “You look so good, please,” he added, hands on the buttons of his jeans, undoing them expertly and quickly. Which was a good thing because he looked as if he was about to cream his pants and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it off anymore either. But you were willing to try in exchange for the feeling of his warm, hard dick inside of you instead of the lifeless silicone machine, no matter how realistic it was.
You gasped in protest as he quickly pulled the vibrator out of you and out of your hands and tossed it aside. He hadn’t bothered to turn it off and you were vaguely aware of the soft buzzing noise that was dampened by the bedsheets and then went missing altogether as Nial pushed his jeans halfway down his thighs and took his cock in his hand to position in between your legs before he fell forward on both his hands and fucked in.
His hair fell forward and caressed your forehead, tickled your nose and eyelids. And he moved his hands up to cup both your cheeks, his thumbs flat around both sides of your nose, caressing the corners of your mouth once. His frown created deep lines in his forehead as he began to move.

It was quick, wet and dirty and when he collapsed beside you, curling up like a little ball against you with his face buried somewhere between your collarbone and armpit, you dragged a finger through the thick, warm cum he spilled on your stomach.
His eyes widened beneath thick strands of messy hair as you stuck out your tongue and licked your finger clean. “Nothing beats the real deal,” you whispered, pushing a hand through his hair and he kissed your chin because that was all he could reach from that angle.
“That’s good to know,” he whispered, “but that was fucking hot anyway.”
You smiled seductively. “You can bring it with you on tour if you want,” you teased and Niall lifted his head a little. “O Shut it Princess,” he looked so gorgeous with his messy hair and sweat drying on his skin, eyes dazed and dark.
His hand started trailing down your stomach towards your thighs that were all sticky and hot. “I’d rather bring the real deal.”

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