Hearts Devoured • LT&ZM

6 || Friction

"LOUIS...!" I groaned for the third time, trying to push him from on top of me. "GET OFF!"

We've only known each other for a few days, and yet, we always end up in situations like this. I successfully managed to ease half his body to my side, but somehow his whole arm fell right on top of my chest. And with just one slip, his whole hand rested on one breast. "LOUIS!"

I honestly wanted to punch him, but the man was heavy and for some reason--he was EVERYWHERE. I can't seem to comprehend how he managed to take up so much space. He wasn't as tall as Harry or as bulky as Liam. "WAKE UP!!! AND STOP TOUCHING ME!!!"

The hand on my boob stiffened all of a sudden, and then came a loud snoring sound from him.

The hand squeezed.

I stifled a moan and bit my lip hard. Gritting my teeth, I took a deep breath. "Don't pretend to be sleeping, you idiot!"

The heaviness suddenly lifted from me and the next thing I knew, I was staring right into his deep blue eyes. Sleepy as he was, Louis balanced himself on top of me, his mind-numbing gaze scorching through my soul.

Safe to say, I was speechless. Why was I asking him to get off again?

"Jewel," he whispered.

"Y-yes...?" I asked.

"I really like your bewbies."

Just like that, all the romantic notions in my head popped like bubbles in the air. I couldn't help but scream at him, "I... will... SERIOUSLY PUSH YOU OVER THE BALCONY AND I DON'T CARE--"

In a flash, he was kissing me deeply. I tried squirming away just because I was annoyed, but he only pressed himself harder against me. I gasped when he managed to fit snugly between my thighs, and the warmth that ignited from our position left me melting as I meshed against his physique. Honestly, I couldn't ask for anything more. But remembering my almost makeout session with Zayn, I kissed Louis hard one last time and drew back. "I don't think this is a good idea," I said, covering my mouth. "You have bad breath and I--"

"We have bad breath," he corrected me, and with one hand, started picking my fingers from my mouth.

Ignoring what he said, I resumed talking, "So I thought of something," I rambled aimlessly, trying to distract myself from THIS situation where I could feel how hard he was. How hot this felt. How wonderful it was to be under him like this. I wanted to melt. Bad.

"Hmm?" he asked lazily, tracing his fingertips from the sides of my face, down my neck. I couldn't help but feel ticklish and tried to shrug his touch away. He chuckled softly and did it again anyway.

Control, Jewel. Practice CONTROL!

"Since you love my bed so much, why don't we just trade rooms? It'll be our little secret." I was trying to sound casual. I was trying my best to sound normal. I was trying to--

"Shhhh," he hushed me, crashing his lips back against mine. He didn't even pretend to hold my breast anymore and straight up slid his hand under my dress. I moaned loudly and wanted to press him closer to me. He was excited; I could feel it between my legs. His movements were slow and languid, but I could tell his arousal was clouding his thoughts. "I want you so bad."

Hearing such words from him only managed to drive that thing called "control" slide closer to the edge. When he pushed my dress upwards, I squeaked and covered my panties. Louis had the decency to humor me, his blue eyes twinkling with boyish charm and delight. He likes the chase, this one. "No!"

"And why not?" Now those same fingertips which traced my face were now running soft lines down my arms, my thighs. I was trying not to shake like a leaf, and god forbid he could tell.