whiplash

I hear my phone vibrate against the fabric of the chair and I groan. Another message. Curiosity gets the better of me and even though I’m pissed off I stand up to retrieve the stupid thing and see what else he said.

“What are you up to?”

Such a simple question and it elicits such a surge of annoyance in me that I feel like my head might pop completely off. What am I up to? Well, I’ve just come off a really great date where I felt like I did nothing but think about you. Can’t say that though, can I? But then I have a thought. I wonder if I could possibly make Niall jealous. Would he even care if he knew I’d been out? Hell, honestly, it doesn’t matter to me if he cares or not. I’m going to rub his face in it anyway. So I pick up my phone and type out a quick response.

“Not much. Just got back in for the evening from a date.”

His response is almost immediate.

“a date?”

I chuckle darkly as I type out something that could only be read as sarcastic.

“Yeah, a date. You know what those are don’t you? Like a guy asks a girl out and they enjoy dinner and conversation.”

I can almost hear the flatness in his tone when he answers.

“I know what a date is Harper.”

“your date couldnt have been that good if you’re back home, alone, and texting me.”

I scoff. This asshole. He thinks he hung the goddamn moon. But two can play this game.

“Who says I’m alone?”

I think I’ve done a good job, but somehow its like he’s reading my mind.

“ha! I do. I know from experience that you wouldn’t be answering any messages if he was still there. Unless, of course he’s boring as hell or the fastest fuck of the century and he’s already asleep.”

“I mean, I wouldnt know either way. Ive never had to worry about those kinds of things.”

Fucking hell. What a cocky little shit. And he’s called me out and I can’t even refute it. Fuck. No man has ever made me cuss as much as this one. I hate this. Shit. What am I supposed to say to him now? Can I just ignore it? Yeah, I’ll just change the topic. Have him get right to his point, if he even has one.

“What do you want, Niall?”

I’m shaking my head as I read his next texts.

“I told you. I’m craving some tequila. and I know you’ve got the best around.”

Is he really trying to hit on me right now? Jesus fuck.

“Sounds like you’re craving a little bit more than tequila.”

“and anyway I’ve already had my share of ‘drinks’ tonight.”

And because this man must have the biggest, most gigantic balls of any man ever, he keeps going.

“Oh well, I’ve heard it’s always nice to finish up a night of drinking with a little Irish cream.”

I can’t believe myself when that one actually makes me laugh even though I also kind of want to rip his head off at the same time. It seems that this is the effect Niall has on me. But I’ve got one better for him even if it is a lie.

“Sorry buddy already had it. He’s Irish too.”

The little reply bubbles pop up almost immediately and it makes me laugh, but his answer wipes the smile right off my face.

“Oh yeah, did ya go out with him cuz he’s Irish and you could close your eyes and pretend it was me you were with?”

My face scrunches up in irritation and I let out a little frustrated squeal. I really hate this asshole. I say that, but then I have to question why on earth I’m slightly turned on by all of this at the same time. That fact alone pisses me off even more. My own body doesn’t know when to stop and it’s ridiculous.

“jesus, Niall, it must be so nice to think the whole fucking world revolves around you.”

“Darlin, I don’t think that at all. I just know that a really good date doesn’t end at 11 on a friday night. And any man with two workin eyes in his head wouldn’t let a girl like you be alone.”

“and just to be clear, ya are alone?”

“and at home?”

I sit there and stare at my screen. Why does he want to know if I’m alone and home? Why? The only reason he could possibly want to know that is so he could come over. I type out the three small letters I want to tell him. But should I tell him yes? Would that mean that he would come over? Do I want that? Well, duh, of course I want that. I’ve been dreaming about it for Christ’s sake. But do I want to deal with this all over again? I was more or less suffering through it day by day not even really dealing with it at all. My thumb sits poised over the little blue button.

Maybe it’ll help me stop thinking about him? One more time with him to get him out of my system? He might not even be good this time.

That thought actually makes me pause and snort. Yeah, right. Like he will suddenly be terrible in bed.

I can just screw him tonight and forget about him in the morning. I chew on my bottom lip. This seems like a terrible idea. I guess I’ll just be the queen of terrible ideas and with that thought in mind I press send. The moment after I see that it’s delivered I am a mixture of excitement and extreme nerves. I toss my phone on the table and hurry back to my bedroom with the intention of maybe changing my clothes. Pressing send may be the worst decision I’ve ever made. And I know it definitely is when I hear my phone buzz telling me that he’s texted back and I race back to look at what he’s said.

“Good cuz Im on my way.”

Oh fuck. I run back to my bedroom and look in the mirror. Do I need to put on makeup? I scowl at my reflection. No. That’s not gonna happen. He can suck his own dick if he doesn’t like my face like this. Maybe I should change? I glance down at my white tank and cotton shorts. No bra. No panties. Like he’ll have a problem with my lack of clothing. I rush back out to the living room and look around. I need to make it look like I was doing more than just texting him because I am a woman that doesn’t need attention from a man to function. Or at least that’s what I always was before. So to make it seem less lame, I turn on Netflix, scroll through and click a random movie. I fast forward halfway through to make it seem like I was actually watching this and then toss down the remote. I drain my glass of wine in one big gulp and refill it, leaving the bottle on the table. I let out a breath as I look around the room and nod. Yes, this will do, I think. I have no time to rethink it either because my door buzzes and I know he’s here.
Damn, either he drove fast or he was on his way over before he even told me.

I walk over to the door, place my hand on the knob and take one last breath before I open it.

“Here goes nothing.”

I open the door slowly and see Niall standing there. I have only a moment to process him before he takes two big steps and his lips crash into mine. I am so surprised that I actually lose my balance but Niall’s arms wrap around me and he crushes my chest to his. His hands feel like they are everywhere, all over my body, touching everything at once. His mouth possesses me. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck as he walks me backwards into the apartment. I feel his tongue swipe across my lips. They part for him easily and he plunges inside at his first chance. His taste is overwhelming and something deep inside of me purrs like a kitten being stroked. I feel every part of my body opening for him. Like a flower unfolding in the sun I want to soak all of him in. My blood is coursing through my veins, making my heart race and my core swell. I tilt my head to the side, my own tongue slides across his, intensifying our kiss. Niall lets out a growl that turns me into a puddle of warmth and I hear my front door slam. I can only assume that he kicked it closed because his hands are currently occupied with the hem of my tank top. My fingers are fisted in the hair at the back of his neck and I can’t pull him close enough. I can’t taste him enough. I want more, but he tears his lips away from mine and I whine at the loss of contact. With a smirk that says he knows exactly what he’s doing, he pulls my tank top over my head, throwing it to the floor. His eyes wander over my newly exposed skin and I can feel myself flush under his gaze. Though the moment feels longer I know that it is only seconds later that his lips assault mine once again. His hands, now free to roam across the skin of my stomach and chest, find their place on my breasts. His fingers knead my flesh and he groans into my mouth.

“I have been waiting for this all fucking day.”

With just those few words its as if every ounce of liquid in my body heads straight for my center. I am beyond dripping. I could drown him with the wetness between my legs. I drop my hands from his hair and pull the bottom of his shirt up and over his head, breaking our kiss for only a second more. Then I start to work on the button of his jeans. I have been waiting too long for this man to pop back into my life and I am going to seize the moment while I have it in front of me. I finally manage to open them. I rub the heel of my hand down and over his erection and he lets out a soft moan that vibrates through my lips. My fingers pull the elastic of his boxers away from his waist and then sneak their way in. My hand wraps slowly around the smooth, soft skin. My fingertips trace over the prominent veins that run his length.

I want him inside me. I want him to fuck me hard and rough. I give him a small squeeze. My voice spills over my lips in a needy whine and I hate myself for it. “Niall…please..”

That’s all it takes for him to sweep me off my feet and lay me down on the floor right there in front of the door. He kneels above me, watching my chest heave with each ragged breath I take.

“Bet you were thinking about me tonight.”

I can’t help the red that creeps onto my cheeks or the feeling of anger that surges through me at his words. His eyebrows raise as he curls his fingers into my shorts.

“You were, weren’t you?”

He starts to pull them down over my hips and because my body is the betrayer that it is I find myself raising from the floor slightly so he can slip them off. He looks down at my naked prone body, lying in wait beneath him and he smiles.

“Bet your Irishman didn’t make you feel like this.”

He swipes two fingers between my legs and when he pulls them back they are shining with my own sweet juices.

“I bet he didn’t make you this wet. Did he?”

I grasp my lip between my teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing that Jamie left with only a kiss.

He stands up, laughing. “Oh. I see how it is. Cat got your tongue, eh? That’s okay. I can put that to work later.” He hooks his thumbs into his jeans and pushes them down. When his cock springs free it feels like my mouth waters. I hate that I want him this badly. “I see how you look at me.” He kneels down between my legs once more. “I know what you want.” He places his hands over my knees and pushes them up towards my chest, spreading me open wide for him. I feel his tip brush against my entrance and my whole body clenches. Niall sees and he grins. “I’m hard to forget, sunshine. But then again, so are you.”

His words make my stomach twist into hopeful knots and I hate myself even more. So I try to hide my wish for his words to be true behind scorn. “Niall, are you going to fuck me or not? I’d like to come sometime before next week.”

It surprises me when he actually laughs at my words. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you. First right here on this floor.” He drops his hand to the carpet next to my head. “I’m going to have you begging me to let you come.” His words caress the skin on my neck and I let out a slow trembling breath. “Then after you do, and you most definitely will, I’m going to take you back to your bedroom, lay you down on your bed and I’m going to taste every inch of your skin. Your body is mine tonight. No one elses.” With no warning, Niall pushes into me and I gasp, closing my eyes. “Mine, Harper, all mine.”

My body adjusts itself around him, stretching and expanding to make room for him. He feels perfect and I moan out softly but he doesn’t move. He stays impossibly still hovering above me. I lick my lips and open my eyes to find him staring down at me, a look on his face that says he is enjoying seeing exactly what he does to me. He starts to pull out slowly, almost achingly so, and my hips react on their own accord, rising off the floor trying to push him back inside me.
“Such a needy girl you are.” He tsks me with such an arrogant tone that it makes me angry.
I’m about to argue with him and tell him to fuck off but he pushes inside me hard and fast and my words get lost in my throat. His pace is quick, each stroke coming faster than the last. I feel like I don’t even have time to respond, but my body doesn’t need it, it seems. I can feel my high already building like a flame in my belly. My fingertips dig into the muscles of his back. My hips raise to meet his thrusts. I am a moaning sloppy mess. “Oh God, Niall…fuck…” I hear him chuckle again and I feel him stop. He stays like that, resting above, his chest rising and falling in a perfect match to my own. I look up into his face and he’s grinning that fucking shit eating grin again. I scowl and the asshole laughs. I start to squirm, wanting him to move again. I was so close. But he is not budging. I finally let out an exasperated huff. “What the hell?”

His voice is peppered with held in laughter. “Is there a problem?” I start to wiggle beneath him more, trying to get him to move, to do something, but he still just watches me. “I want to hear
you say it.”

I glare at him. “Say it?”

“Yes, Harper, say it. Tell me you want me to make you come. Beg me for it.” He cocks his head to the side when I clamp my lips shut. “I know you were close. I could feel it.” He strokes a single finger down my torso, then licks his lips and looks back into my eyes. "Don’t you want to come?“

"Fuck! Niall!” He laughs again at my outrage. I hate myself and him for what I’m about to do. “Please…”

He moves into me just a tiny bit and it sends shots of pleasure through me. “Keep going…”
“Niall…” My voice whines as I push my hips forward more and he sinks a little deeper. “Please…” I’m full on whining now. “I need you…”

“That’s my girl. Now, time to make you scream.” He pulls completely out of me and taps my hips indicating for me to roll over. “Turn over. On your stomach. Now.” I do exactly as I’m told and now am on all fours with my ass up in the air and the feel of Niall’s hands gripping my hips and pulling me back to him. “Such a pretty ass too.” He slides a flattened palm up my back, the pressure increasing as he gets closer to my shoulder blades until he is pushing me down towards the floor. I slowly give in until my chest is resting on the carpet and my ass is high in the air. His same hand slides back down my skin and comes to rest in the crease of my hip. His fingertips push into my flesh as he lines himself up to my entrance and pushes deep inside me. The fullness overwhelms me and I cry out his name. “Yes. I like to hear that sunshine.” He starts to thrust into me fiercely almost angrily. His hands grip me tightly as he pounds into me. The room is filled with the sound of our skin slapping together in a rhythm that only grows faster. "Jesus, Harper, you feel so fucking good.“ It feels like each of his words is punctuated by a fresh assault from his hips. His voice is deeper than before and it sounds like his accent is thicker too. "It makes me want t'fuck ya everyday just so I can feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock.”

His words send a fresh rush of wetness to my already slick entrance and I can feel myself starting to throb. My breath leaves my lungs in tiny little grunts and puffs with each tap inside me. The sex feels incredible, fuck, he feels incredible, the whole damn thing is pissing me off and I can’t help but want more. The fire starts to build inside me again. “God, I’m gonna come soon.”

“That’s good, sunshine, but you don’t have to call me God, Niall will do just fine.”

I cry out in frustration and pleasure. “Fuck, you’re such an asshole.”

He slows down, bending forward, laying across my back so that he can speak quietly in my ear. “Yeah, but I’m an asshole that makes you so wet you don’t know what to do to with yourself.” I mutter a simple fuck you under my breath and he chuckles to himself. He straightens and keeps talking while he plunges into me. “I bet you thought about me all night long. I bet that when he kissed you good night you were wishing it was me that was there instead. Wishing I was there to take you back inside and make you whine and moan just like you are now. Am I right, sunshine? Am I?”

In the haziness of my oncoming orgasm I make the biggest mistake of the night. I tell him the truth.

“Oh god!” I begin as he snakes a hand around my front and his thick finger press into the small bundle of nerves that have been throbbing for attention all night. “Fuck! Yes! I thought of you! I wanted this! Oh fuck!” He circles his fingers and I can feel myself exploding from the inside out. My whole body feels like it spasms with the intense feeling and my walls clamp tightly around him as he pumps faster. I shudder as wave after wave roll through me. He spills his hot seed inside me with a muttered curse or two before slowing his pace and then completely stopping. My body doesn’t have the strength to hold me so I collapse onto the carpet and lay there breathing heavily and feeling completely satiated. Niall falls beside me and props himself up on one elbow. His fingertip draws unrecognizable shapes on the moist skin of my back.

“Was gonna come all over the pretty back of yours. Just cover it. Make ya filthy. But you felt too good to leave.”

I muster the energy to raise my hand and smack him playfully in the chest before I start laughing. I don’t want to laugh at that. I want to call him an asshole again, but I am love drunk. Or maybe orgasm drunk is a better term. Either way I find him less stupidly cocky and more annoyingly cute when he says it.

We lay there for a few minutes more before he speaks again. “Did you really think of me on your date, sunshine?”

His question doesn’t sound egotistical or conceited, more like he’s curious about the answer. I relax a little when I realize he really wants to know. I chew my lip, thinking about what I should say. Niall raises his hand and traces a single finger down the line of my jaw.

“You’re always so cute when you’re nervous.”

I lower my eyes and blush. Even though I’m lying naked on the floor and I’ve already called out to god as he made me come, this man still makes me blush. I feel another finger join the first and he tucks them under my chin, raising my eyes to meet his. He leans in and kisses me, slow and sweet. His lips linger, soft and tender on my own. His tongue strokes mine gently before he pulls back, pecking me affectionately once more.

The words spill from my lips on their own accord. “I did. When he kissed me. I…I couldn’t help it.” I look back down slightly ashamed of myself for caving in so easily.

Niall’s finger bops my nose. “Sunshine…” I look back up at him, my eyes still hesitant. “That makes me happy to hear.” Niall looks likes he’s going to continue, but pauses like he’s listening to something, then looks back at me his face full of confusion. “Harper, what were you watching?”

“What… Wh…” I start to ask, but my mouth drops open and I shake myself out of my stupor, standing up quickly to see the screen covered with the strangest looking creatures I’ve ever seen. I don’t even know what they are doing, but the noises do not sound pleasant. Completely forgetting my nakedness, I quickly rush over to turn it off. “I have no idea what that was. Truth be told I totally just picked something random, so it wouldn’t look like I was doing nothing.” My words are punctuated by small laughs and snorts. This is both equally embarrassing and hilarious and I am past the point of caring.

Niall is now standing slightly behind me, his hands resting on my waist while I’m having a laughing fit. “Tryin’ to impress me with your odd taste in television?” He bends his head and kisses my bare shoulder. It sends a new rush of shivers through my body and I suddenly feel every bit of my nakedness. His fingers start to caress the skin of my belly while he kisses further up my neck. I tilt my head to the side and I feel him smile against my skin. “You respond so well to my touches.” The tip of his tongue dances just below my ear. “Such an accommodating woman you are, Harper.”

I turn around in his arms to face him. I poke my finger to his chest. “You think I’m the only one that responds in this room? Honey, I could have you trembling if I wanted.” He tosses his head back laughing and I walk right out of his grasp. It’s time to teach this man a lesson. I can give just as good as he can. “You don’t believe me?” I walk back over to my bedroom door. “I can show you right now.” I say to him trying to goad him more. I pause and turn back, looking over my shoulder. I know how my body looks right now. Long and lean, curves in the right places, and the small swell of my breast just visible to him. My heart leaps when I watch him lick his lips, eyeing every inch of me. Yes. I’ve got him. “You coming?”

It doesn’t take much for him to swiftly walk towards me. By the look on his face, he thinks he’s still going to be in control, but he’s got another thing coming. I stop right inside the door and let him walk past me into the room. He turns to face me with a cocky smirk on his face. Now it’s my turn. I take one step towards him and put my hand on his chest. “You think that you’re the only one that can make someone beg?” I slowly start to push him so that he has to take a step backwards to keep his balance. “You think that you’re the only one that can’t make someone call out to God when they come?” Two more steps back. “You are not the only person in this room who can do that, Niall.” Two final steps back and the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed. I flatten my palm to his chest and push him back, smiling as he falls back onto it. I flick my hand for him to move back and he does just what I tell him and I talk to him just as he did me. “Such a good boy.” I laugh out at the small scowl that creases Niall’s forehead, but he soon is distracted as I start to crawl onto the bed between his knees. I run my hands up his legs, letting my fingers push into his skin, scraping across his hairy thighs. Already his muscles are trembling slightly under my touch and it spurs me on. I nestle myself between those pretty thighs and think about dragging my tongue across them, making myself shiver in the process.

I bend forward and plant a kiss on his protruding hip bone, but keep my eyes on his face. He is watching my every move. His breath held, his face anxious to see what is going to happen next. I move to the opposite side and press my lips into the exact same spot. I can see him starting to grow hard again and I smile to myself before I sit up and raise my brows looking at him chewing his lower lip.

“Now, Niall you seem like the type of guy that likes to have his cock sucked.” I lick my lips and his eyes flick down to my mouth. “Do you like that? You like the feel of a woman’s mouth wrapped around you, taking you all in, sucking you dry?”

My words are doing exactly what I want them to do. I can see the eagerness written on every feature of his face. So I reach down and wrap my fingers around his base, holding him up straight and I look at his hard length in my hand.

“Such a pretty cock you have too.” I stroke my hand up and down a few times. I rub my thumb over his tip, smearing the pearl that rests there. I finger one of the veins that run its length. “I think I’d like to trace these with my tongue.” I bend my head down and do just as I said. The tip of my tongue traces up one side and down the other. Niall’s hips start to move just barely. I bring my lips up and kiss his tip making him huff.

His voice is mocking. “God, Harper, are you going to suck it or not? I’d like to come sometime before next week.”

I sit back slightly and look up at him propped up on his elbows, a grin on his face from throwing my own words back at me. I don’t even answer him. I just drop my head down and put his head in my mouth. I roll my tongue around it before sinking him in deeper.
Above me Niall groans. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

I bob my head once or twice and then pop him back out of my mouth with the sound of smacking lips. “You don’t have to call me Jesus, Niall. Harper will do just fine.” I don’t give him a chance to answer, just drop my lips back over him and push him all the way in until he taps the back of my throat. I bob my head up and down a few times, keeping my tongue flat against the underside of his cock. I can taste myself on him and it turns me on even more. I feel Niall’s hand tangle itself in my hair as I move faster. I take him deep into my mouth once more until my nose actually bumps the hair at his base and I hear him groan.

“Fuck, Harper.”

I twist my wrist and pump him with my fist while I continue to move my head up and down. I go faster and then slower, changing my speeds and rhythms to keep him on edge. Then, unexpectedly I take him completely out of my mouth. Niall’s eyes pop open and he looks at me surprised. I take my hand away and I wipe my mouth with the back of it. His eyes narrow and I chuckle. “Oh, were you enjoying that? Didn’t want me to stop, huh? Maybe I should make you beg.”

Niall props himself back up on his elbows. “Alright, Miss. 'Anything you can do, I can do better’, I get it. You’re good.” He sits up completely. “I believe that I made you a promise out there right before I took you on the floor.” His hands grip my shoulders and move me from between his legs, laying me down with my head resting on my pillows. “I said I was going to taste every inch of your body and I plan on doing just that.” He hovers above me a moment before pressing a kiss to my jawline. “I’m going to kiss you and lick you from your head to your toes.” His lips rest against the skin of my neck and each of his words fan out over me in a hot wave. “I’m going to savor this body like it is a drop of water in the middle of the desert.”
His mouth moves down my neck, nipping and biting. He pauses at my shoulder. “I want to taste every other freckle on you.” He kisses one spot quickly. “This one.” He moves to a new spot. “And this one.” His mouth moves lower and his hands follow its lead. His fingers stroke down my sides and then come back up to cup my breasts in each of his large palms. His thumbs roll over my nipples and they immediately harden into little peaks at his touch. “These are beautiful.”

The combination of his words and his mouth are making me ache. I am dripping wet already and he’s barely to my chest.

His lips close around one, pulling at it, making it ache. His teeth nip at its little bud and my body arches off the bed. His eyes look up into mine as he moves to my other nipple repeating his actions. I whine softly and my hands tangle in his hair, trying to pull his mouth closer. I want to feel him everywhere just like he promised.

“You’re beautiful, Harper.” His lips flutter over my skin in feathery kisses. His breath raises goosebumps with each word he utters. My body feels like it’s on fire each place he touches. “I’ve been thinking about this gorgeous body for days it feels like.” He lifts himself and looks down at me. His eyes travel over my skin and his fingertips caress waistline. “I’ve just wanted to feel you beneath me.” He dips his head down and kisses just above my belly button. “I’ve wanted to feel you move with me as I pushed inside of you.” His tongue dips into the small indention and it makes me suck in my stomach, causing him to chuckle and keep moving lower. His kisses travel down one leg and then up the other. His tongue darts out and licks small strips, leaving wet trails all over me. Finally, his face is only inches from where I have been longing for him to be. “I love that you are always so ready for me.” I watch as he flattens his tongue and licks a wide ribbon up my center.

The noise that comes out of my mouth is a half cry mingled with a moan that seems to come straight from my toes.

Somehow Niall keeps talking even when his face is tucked between my legs right where I would always have it be if I could. “The sounds you make when I touch you are like music. It’s like I’m playing your body and we’re writing a song.” His lips wrap around my tiny bundle of nerves and my body feels as if it flies off the bed until one large hand comes to rest on my belly, holding me down. After a few more exquisite minutes of his tongue working its magic, he raises his head and looks at me. “I need to feel you around me once more. You’re too sweet and juicy not to take advantage of.”

Niall is now chest to chest with me. His bright blue eyes are looking into mine and I can feel my heart racing. I can feel all the emotions that I’ve held back starting to rise as he looks at me like this. I don’t want to feel like this, but this isn’t the cocky asshole that just wants to fuck me anymore. This is a man who wants to fill me and claim me like I belong to him. With our bodies flush, every inch of skin touches and he slides into me. Just like before It feels incredible. My eyes roll back into my head. My mouth drops open. My whole body responds to him. “And that face. That is the prettiest face you make and right now I’m the only one who gets to see it.”
He starts to slowly move inside me, taking his time like he’s studying my body and its reactions, learning me from the inside out. When he moves slightly and hits that special, fleshy spot on my front wall, I whine and sigh. His voice is low and right next to my ear. “Right there, then huh?” It sends a shiver through my whole body. He starts to move in a slow but steady rhythm, tapping that spot with each thrust of his hips. My legs wrap around him, my nails dig into his back, and his name leaves my mouth in a moan.

This sex is different. It’s not about chasing a high. He’s taking his time and its overwhelming me. He is whispering sweet nothings in my ear, coaxing me closer to the edge with his words.
“I want to feel you come around me. Wanna feel you pulse and throb. Come on, sunshine, show me how good you are.”

Then he kisses me hard on the lips. His tongue slips into my mouth and I can taste myself. My senses are overloaded. With his mouth still on mine, he pushes hard into me a few more times and my orgasm flows out of me. I moan into his mouth and his lungs breathe in the sounds of my high escaping. My body trembles with him still moving inside me. He pulls his lips from mine and rest his forehead on my shoulder as he thrusts into me deeply.

“Oh god, you feel incredible.” He groans as he comes inside me. Once I feel the last twitch of him, he collapses on top of me, crushing my body with his.

I am too relaxed and happy to care if Niall decides to leave right now. I stroke my hands up and down his sweaty back and I feel his muscles twitch from my movements. He rolls off of me and stands up and my stomach drops just a bit, even though I don’t want it to. He walks over to the door and I’m assuming he’s going to grab his clothes and get dressed, leaving me here happy but also feeling a little used. He surprises me by instead flicking the light off and crawling back in bed with me. He cuddles himself into the crook of my neck and breathes softly. My mind, which previously was ready to escape into in oblivion is now running on all cylinders. I try to tell it to stop, but like always it doesn’t listen. As Niall’s body starts to relax next to mine, I’m left wondering what exactly it means that he’s staying and if this a good thing?

Niall grunts into my skin. “Harper, stop thinking so hard.” He lifts his head and kisses me once more, making my mind go blank and then he returns to his spot in my neck. “Turn it off. Go to sleep.”

I close my eyes and let myself relax into the bed and I somehow manage to fall fast asleep.
I roll over sometime in the early morning, shifting my arm over to the other side of the bed, finding it empty. I open my eyes and the light that spills through my window is still gray so it must be just after dawn. The pillow next to me is misshapen from the tossing and turning of someone other than me, but that person is no longer here.

Niall is gone.
And my heart hurts.
I shouldv'e known better than to think that I could handle this.

Notes