"Thank yeh s'much for the party, m' love" Niall mumbled between frantic kisses, you hummed a reply, tugging gently at his hair. You both were carelessly stumbling up the stairs to your bedroom, eager to get each other free from the confines of your clothing.
His hands gripped your hips, pulling your body more against him, "Can't wait to get yeh out o' this lil dress," his accent was much thicker when he talked like that, and you absolutely loved it.
You felt around for the door nob when the wood came in contact with you back. After a few moments of blind searching, you gripped the metal and shoved the door open.
Niall never seemed to miss a beat, once you were past the door, he kicked it shut and shoved you against it, "you looked so good tonight, was struggling not to take you in front of everyone."He grunted, pushing his pelvis against yours, grinding his prick against the material of your .
He bunched the dress up at your waist, and Niall let his hands wander the apex of your upper thighs. Your fingers worked around his wandering hands to pop the few buttons left undone on his shirt.
Faster than expected you were stripped of your dress and bra, while Niall was left in just his skivvies. "Lemme suck you off, Ni" you cooed, palming him over his boxers.
He smiled at your request, "what d' you say, petal?" he tutted, tapped your bottom lip with his index finger. "Please" you pulled out your best pout, and who the hell was Niall to refuse such a pretty face and some manners?
As soon as he gave you permission, you were sinking to your knees, and tugging his briefs down his muscular thighs. Niall shivered above you when his leaking cock was met with the cool air, you went to soothe the goosebumps on his skin but your rings made his chill worse.
"When did it get so damn cold?" He asked out loud to himself, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Making slow, teasing pumps.
You ran your tongue along the tip, collecting drops of salty precum, it was taking everything out of your boyfriend not to grip your hair and shove himself down your awaiting throat, but he refrained, he knew if he did that you'd get pissy with him and leave him to finish on his own. The only time he was allowed to do that was if you gave him the go-ahead.
Niall praised every higher power under his breath when you finally took him into your mouth, but it was still a little too slow, "faster, baby. Please?" He grunted playing with the ends of your hair.
His wishes were granted when you relaxed the muscles in the back of your throat to accommodate his size and bobbed your head faster, your pretty lips stretched around him, barely even fitting him in there, he took a mental picture of the exact moment you looked up at him through your lashes.
Drool slowly begin to pool at the edge of your mouth, and drip down the valley of your tits.
As Niall's grunts and moans got louder and more frequent, your thighs clamped shut as you rubbed them together to relieve some of the tension between them, your sure now the thin fabric of your lacy, flimsy panties was dripping.
His orgasm was on its brink faster than he wanted, but you didn't care. The sooner he finishes the sooner he'll be plowing you against the wall.
"Oh, fuckin' 'ell" He groaned, cumming down your throat, and you were sure to swallow it all. You pumped him to help prolong it as long as possible, "y' look so good when you come, baby"
"C'mere lemme return de' favor," good thing he said that, if you were down on the hardwood on your knees any longer he'd have to carry you.
Your lips pushed against his once you were up, "Happy birthday"
